Author's Note: Hey, folks, I'm new to SPN fics but I'm a huge fan of the show so I figured what the hell. This going to be 50 drabbles from a list of one-word prompts which I've seen people use in other fandoms (Inner Angels and Guardian Demons which is a Good Omens fic is one of my favourites). Anyway, hope you enjoy and please, leave me a review! Like any author, the more reviews I get, the more excited I'll be about writing and the quicker I'll post :)

#1 Motion

Dean's fifth birthday had come and gone without anyone noticing, including Dean himself. He'd only just grasped the concept of calendars recently and he'd been very excited at first, figuring out what day it was and pointing it out on the calendar. They'd had a little sticker of a hippo with a party hat stuck inside the white square that showed January 24th. Sammy's picture was on May 2nd and it was an elephant blowing candles. They'd had other stickers for things like Christmas and New Year, too and Dean had counted that there were five days between Christmas and New Year. But then that bad thing had happened to Mom and Dean had forgotten all about calendars. It didn't matter anyway because time had frozen. They didn't have a house anymore so they were living in a motel room – Dad, Sammy and him – and it was always the day after the bad thing happened. He woke up with the TV on and Dad doing push-ups. He had some cereal for breakfast although sometimes the milk went off and they had to all go out and get new milk. Then he watched TV until the TV ran out of children's shows and then he played with Sammy until lunch which was usually a peanut butter sandwich (with the crusts on because Dad didn't cut them off and Dean didn't feel brave enough to ask). Then more TV or playing with some toys their former neighbours had brought. Sometimes he asked to go outside and sometimes Dad agreed and they went behind the motel and Dean kicked a ball around for a while. Dad didn't kick the ball with him but he stood there with Sammy in his pram and he watched. He never left them alone or with somebody else and Dean was glad. Most evenings they had dinner in a nearby diner. There were Christmas decorations there for a while and then they disappeared and Dean never quite figured out which day had been Christmas. Dad bought him a toy truck but it wasn't wrapped as a present so Dean wasn't sure if it was for Christmas or not. Dad let the radio play when they went to bed to help them fall asleep and he sat in the corner and drank from his bottle didn't was not meant to touch. Sometimes 'Hey Jude' would come on and Dean would have to run to the bathroom and stay there for a while because he didn't want to cry in front of Sammy. Sometimes Sammy woke up in the middle of the night and Dean was woken too by his voice but sometimes Dean woke up on his own to find Dad hugging Sammy and talking quietly - so quietly that Dean couldn't hear what he was saying. He wished Dad would do the same with him but he didn't dare ask. Somehow he thought Dad would be mad if he even knew Dean had seen him and Sammy like that so he just pretended to be asleep.

Then one day while he was kicking the ball outside, a lady asked him how old he was and he said four. Dad blinked, and frowned a little and shook his head.

"Five. You're five and one month."

Dean stared at him, confused, because he didn't remember turning five. He hadn't had a birthday and you couldn't grow up if you didn't have a birthday. Dad almost looked confused, too, like he had just woken up. They had extra pancakes at the diner that evening.

The next morning Dad woke him up instead of just waiting for Dean to wake up and their bags were all packed and they got into their car and drove away. Dean couldn't stop bouncing with excitement and he looked out of the car window until it was dark and he fell asleep on the back seat because time was moving again and they were moving and he was getting bigger and Sammy was also getting bigger and soon he would be big enough to kick the ball with him. They weren't frozen anymore.