Sam- 7

Dean- 16

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Supernatural.

Author's Note: I know that in the show, the age difference is much smaller (4 years). But in this fanfic, the age difference is 9 years.

Prompts are encouraged.

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"DEAN!"

Sixteen-year-old Dean Winchester almost choked on his burrito as he heard his name being bellowed out from amongst a sea of pint-sized children that ambled out the front gates of the school. Straightening up from leaning against the car door, he coughed a few more times to dislodge the wedge of meat that he had accidental inhaled before turning to scrutinise the chattering crowd in front of him.

Sam pushed and prodded his way out from the crowd, his Scooby Doo lunch box swinging from one hand and his school bag dragging behind him on the other hand. He spotted his brother and gave a delighted shriek before launching himself into his waiting arms.

Dean laughed as a little dark blur all but jumped onto him. "Hey Sammy." Dean chuckled, rufling the top of Sam's hair.

The youngest Winchester swatted at his brother's arm "Dean." He whined "Stop it."

"Whatever you say Squirt." Dean crossed his arms over his chest "Ready to go?" He turned briefly to open the passenger door, swipe his half-eaten burrito from the roof of the car before ushering Sam into his seat. Before he could close the door, however, Sam had wrangled his snack from his hand and proceed to take a big bite out of it, laughing at the look on his face. He shook his head and shut the door before moving to the other side of the car and getting behind the wheel. "That's my lunch, Sammy. The least you could do was say 'please'."

"Pwease!" Sam parroted around a mouthful of meat and cheese.

Dean rolled his eyes as he started the engine. Then he turned to Sam. "Anywhere in particular you wanna go today, Sammy?"

Sam cocked his head for a moment then shook his head. "Not really. Home?"

Dean looked taken aback. Ever since the impending divorce, Sam hated to be in the house, especially when both parents were under its roof. Now, here he was, volunteering to go home? "Sam," he began. "Are you okay?" He resisted the urge to clap a hand over his forehead to check for a fever.

Sam nodded, his eyes misting over slightly. "I'm happy, Dean."

Dean furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "You are?"

Sam nodded eagerly. "Yup, cuz I met this girl with the most beautiful blue eyes in my class today!"

Dean lifted an eyebrow that disappeared beneath a sea of curls. "You did?"

Sam nodded again; the tiny brunette fairly vibrated in his seat as he began regaling his first day of grade one. "Me, Brady and the other guys were playing on the playground and no girls were allowed but this pretty girl came up the stairs anyway and demanded we let them play. A boy told her no and pushed her down. So, I slapped him in the face and he cried."

"Hey, you shouldn't be hitting people, Sammy." His voice held a tone of disapproval.

Sam pouted up at him. "But he was being mean. This morning you told me to listen to my teachers, and no fight'n, and to play nice with the other kids, unless one of the other kids want to fight, then I have to kick the other kids butt."

Dean put a finger to his chin, wondering when he ever said that to Sam.

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"Where's mom and dad?" Sam asked, happily gobbling up the plate of scrambled eggs Dean made.

"They're uh, with Bobby." Dean rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Bobby Singer was a family friend and the Winchester's lawyer helping with the divorce. He didn't want to upset Sam but he couldn't lie either.

"Oh." Sam looked up at Dean, tears pooling in his eyes "But it's my first day of grade 1. Mommy was supposed to drive me...Give me a pep talk and hug me goodbye."

"Hey." Dean knelt in front of Sam "I may not give hugs as good as mom, but I can totally do the pep talk thing."

"Really?" Sam perked up.

"Sure." Dean cleared his throat "Let's see... Listen to your teacher, no fighting, play nice with the other kids, unless of course, one of the other kids wanna fight, then you've gotta kick that kid's butt."

"But I don't wanna kick the other kid's butts." Sam pouted.

"Of course. Grade one is quite peaceful, it probably won't even come to that" Dean agreed. The last thing he wanted was for Sam to get into a fight at school, but he didn't want the other kids picking on his baby brother either. "But you don't want the other kids to think that they can push you around either."

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Dean ran an affectionate hand over his little brother's head. "I did say that, didn't I...But your also a man, and it is important for you to help a girl in distress, be their knight in shining armor."

"Really?" Sam asked.

"Yeah." Dean nodded, then added as an afterthought "But that doesn't mean that girls can't defend themselves. But everyone needs a little helping hand once in a while. You still shouldn't hit people though, It's not right."

Sam scowled "Okay." He muttered dejectedly

Dean tickled him under the chin and grinned when a small smiled tugged up the corners of the little brunette's lips. "So go on then. What happened next?"

"Well the boy ran away and I talked to the girl. Her name is Jessica." A soft look crossed Sam's face at the mention of this girl's name. "She's really pretty, Dean. Her hair is all blonde and shiny, and she smells like strawberries!"

Dean bit his lip against the cuteness of it all. Here was his baby brother, so obviously crushing on another girl and he didn't even know it! He didn't know whether to laugh or be worried. So instead, he started backing the car out of the parking lot. "Let's go for ice cream, little bro. You can tell me more then." The teenage boy nearly crashed into a parked car when he heard Sam's next words.

"I'm going to marry her."