Sam had the worlds best big brother. Dean did everything for Sam and he did it perfectly. In the morning Dean tied Sams shoes and his knots where perfect. Then he'd walk him to school and the whole way, which Dean said equals ten blocks, he would play the letter game, Sam always won. Then Dean would scare off the bullies who would pick on Sam at recess. Then at lunch time when Sam opened his lunch he ould always find a turky and provolone sandwhich with the crust cut off and it sliced diagonally down the middle a sandwhich bag of potato chips but only exactly twelve because twelve was Sams favorite number, and a juice box but only apple or grape. Grape on wednesdays and apple every other day. Then after school Dean would pick Sam up from his classroom and they would walk back to their motel room or rent a house depending on how long Daddy would be at work. Then Dean would let Sam watch tv for two hours and then help him with his homework then it was bathtime. Sam hated bathtime. There was lots of scrubbing and when Daddy washed his hair he always had soap in his eyes. Not with Dean though. Dean was real good at keeping the bubbles out of Sams eyes. Then at bed time Dean would read Sam whatever book he wanted and do all the voices and the sound effects. Yeah Sam really did have the best big brother.
"Earth to Sammy." Dean said as he put a spoon in his brothers spagettios.
"Hm?" Sam looked up at his brother.
"Eat your food Sammy. It's almost time for your bath."
"Okay." Sam said resignedly.
Sam looked at food and then he sighed. Concerned almost immediatly Dean looked up at his five year old brother.
"You alright Sammy?"
"Yeah, I'm just not hungry."
"You sick?"
"My tummy hurts."
Dean immediatly forgot his food and helped his brother out of his chair. He bundled him up on the couch and turned on the tv.
"You watch this Sammy. I'm gonna eat my dinner and put yours in the fridge in case you are hungry tomorrow okay?"
"Kay."
Dean watched his brother carefully as he scarfed down his bowl of spagettios. When the dishes were taken care of Dean gathered Sam up for a bath. his dadsWhen Sam was all wrapped up in bed and sleeping Dean packed up their duffles and his dads. Then he picked up his cell phone First he dialed Bobbies number. The hunter didn'ty answer. Then he called Pastor Jim, again no answer. He could call Caleb but he had a feeling he wouldn't answer either. So Dean pulled out his little notebook with numbers in it. He dialed the one his dad said was only if he couldn't reach Bobby or Jim or Caleb first. He punched in the numbers and hit the call button. A girl answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Is this Ellen?"
"No that's my mommy. Who is this?"
In the background Dean heard a door close then...
"Joanna Beth you hand that phone over right now."
"Yes Momma."
"Ellen here."
"Ellen? My name is Dean Winchester."
"You Johns boy?"
"Yes ma'm."
"What can I do for you Honey?"
"My Dad hasn't come home in a week and a half. I tried Bobby and Jim and Caleb first but I didn't get an answer."
"Alright Dean, are you boys okay?"
"Yeah, Sammy said he didn't feel good but he doesn't have a fever. Just a tummy ache"
"Okay Kiddo. I'm sending Billie out to get you. Tell me exactly where you are then lock the door. Billie will knock three times break and then knock once."
"Okay."
Dean waited quietly. He wrote a note in code for his dad undoubtly would figure it out. When the special knock came he flung open the door and was already piggybacking as sleeping Sammy and three duffle bags. Billie took in the sight and then ushered the boy out to his car.
"It will be okay Dean."
"It has to be." Dean said brushing hair out of his baby brothers face.
"For Sammy. It has to be."