A/N: New story! YAY and This is an AU story, so their mother is alive. Just to make that clear.

Rating/warning: T/ and umm... kidnapping... that's it i think... I'll let you now if there's anymore.


It was five o'clock on a Tuesday morning and the small four year old boy poked his head out of his room. He looked down the hall, contemplating in his small mind what room to head to. His parents, or his big brothers. He thought quick, exiting his room and walking as quietly as the squeaky floor boards would allow. He slowed his steps as he walked past his parents room, looking in and noticing that only one parent laid in the bed.

By the time he was three he noticed that his father had always left before four thirty in the morning leaving his mother alone in their room until she woke up at six. The small child, ignored the thought of going to his mother and continued his walk down the hall to the peach colored door that led to his big brothers room.

He opened the door as quietly as he could and snuck in, carefully closing the door behind him. Tip toeing over the cold wood floor, he made his way to the bed that held his still sleeping brother.

"Dean?" The little boy lightly shook his brothers shoulder, quietly saying his name, waiting for his big brother to answer him. "Dean?" Once again he shook his shoulder, only this time a little harder… but the only thing he accomplished was making his brother turn over on his other side.

He moved to the other side of the bed and leaned closely to Dean's face and used more force when he said the name this time. "Dean!"

"Sammy?" Dean looked up startled at the sight of his little brother inches away from his face. "It's five in the morning, what do you want?"

"I'm scared." Sam said, his voice was now trembling as he gave Dean the famous puppy dog eyes.

There was no point in trying to avoid it. Those big brown eyes always got Dean whenever Sam threw that look at him. Dean sighed and moved over, indicating for Sam to crawl into bed next to him.

Sam scrambled into the bed and sat there staring at Dean with his big brown eyes.

"Why are you scared?" Dean said tiredly as he sat up, leaning on his elbows for support. He looked at Sam and arched an eyebrow as Sam bit his bottom lip.

"I had a nightmare." Sam continued to stare at his big brother, every once in a while rubbing his eyes with his tiny hands.

"Why didn't you go to mom and dad?" Dean said closing his eyes and resting his head back on his pillow.

"Daddy's at work." Sam inched closer to Dean as he continued to speak again. "And mommy was sleeping."

"So you decided to come and wake me up from my sleeping?" Dean stated as he opened his eyes and looked at his little brother, who's bottom lip started to tremble a little as he nodded. Dean sighed as he pulled Sam down next to him and wrapped a protective arm around him. "What was your nightmare about?"

"I woke up, and you weren't anywhere in sight." Sam looked up at his brother, and Dean noticed, with the help from the early morning sun, that his little brother was starting to cry.

"I'm here Sammy. I'll always be here ok? Try to go back to sleep." Sam nodded and slowly closed his brown eyes… and just to make sure his brother wasn't going anywhere, Sam gripped Dean's arm tightly as he faded back into the dark. Dean laid his head back down on the pillow and began to rub small circles on his brothers back with his free hand, as his own tired eyes began to close.

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Dean woke up to the creaking of the bed, as the weight of his little brother shifted slightly next to him. He opened his eyes to check on him, making sure he wasn't having another night mare, and sure enough there was Sam staring at him with those big brown puppy dog eyes.

"Why are you staring at me?" Dean said as backed his head up and blinked a few times, trying to make all the blurriness go away.

"I'm bored." The small child looked at him and sighed.

"Then go see mom… She should be up." dean closed his eyes once again, but he still had the feeling that his little twerp of a brother was still watching me. "You may be bored Sam, but that doesn't mean I am. I am in fact having the best time sleeping. So if you don't mind go push your boredom of on mom."

The small child only giggled and as soon as Dean head him giggle he opened his eyes back up and looked at him.

"Why are you laughing?" The boy only smiled at him and sat up, still staring at him.

"Why does your hair stick up like that?" He titled his head to the side and continued giggling at how his brother looked. He watched as his brother slowly brought his hand up to his hair and begin trying to pat it down.

"It's called bed head Sammy."

"Bed head?" He looked deep in thought for a moment before he tilted his head the other way. "What's that?"

"It's when you sleep on your head weird and your sticks up in some spots, and not in the others." Dean said as he brought his hand back down to his side and closed his eyes once again.

"Oh." They sat in silence for a couple seconds before Sam started speaking again. "Why don't I have bed head and you do?"

"You're hair is too long, it doesn't work like it does for mine." Ok so maybe that wasn't really the reason but, come on, you can't blame the kid for trying right?

The silence lasted for a few more seconds than it did last time before the child asked another question. "Dean?" Incoherent mumbled from Dean as Sam continued. "What's your favorite food?"

"Salad." Dean mumbled as he moved his arm over his face.

"But you never eat salad when mommy makes it with supper." Dean mumbled something else incoherent but Sam just ignored him and continued with his questions.

"What's you favorite color?"

"Grey."

"What's you favorite weapon?" Where the hell did that come from? Why would Sam ask his bog brother what weapon he liked best? He shouldn't even now what kind of weapons there are.

"Machete."

"Oh." Sam smiled as he jumped off the bed and walked towards the door.

'Finally I can go to sleep.' Dean thought as he heard the small footsteps heading for the door.

"Then you should be happy to know, that there is a big guy in our kitchen with a really big ma-ge- ti being mean to mommy." Dean looked up and looked towards his little brother with wide eyes. Dean jumped out of bed and ran past his brother, running down the hall, descending down the stairs to the kitchen.

"MOM!" Dean ran into the kitchen and saw his mother standing at the sink washing the breakfast dishes. No big guy with a machete any where in sight.

"Dean I see that your brother got you out of bed?" His mom looked at him as her oldest son came over to her.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. Honey what's wrong?"

"Mommy, Dean's up. Can we go to the park now?" Sam walked in and stared at his mom and brother.

"You are so done Sammy." Dean said glaring at his little brother and stalking towards him.

"WHOA. Hold it Dean." Mary grabbed the back of her oldest sons shirt, keeping him away from her little boy. "What's going on?"
"Sam said someone was down here being mean to you and that he had a machete." Dean said as he escaped his mothers grasp and went after Sam. Sam let out a small scream as he ran from the kitchen followed by Dean, who came skidding out of the kitchen. Mary could hear the screaming as her smallest child was chased around the house.

Dean chased Sam out of the kitchen and into the living room. They began to run around the table that sat in the middle of the room, Dean on occasion turning around and running the opposite way, making his little brother laugh and make a sharp turn to go the opposite way Dean was. After a while, Dean began to slow down to a complete stop, bending over, so as to catch his breath. Sam who was still laughing didn't realize this and ran right into him. Dean grabbed him before he hit the ground, spinning him around in the air before falling to the ground tickling him.

Mary walked in, watching the events play out in the medium size living room. She laughed when Dean had stopped to "catch his breath" and grab Sam when he bumped into him. After a few minutes of this Sammy started calling for truce and slowly but surely Dean stopped tickling him and they both sat there laughing, while trying to catch there breath for real this time. After a couple minutes, Sam sat up and looked from Dean to his mother.

"Can we go to the park now?" Dean laughed as Sam gave their mother the famous puppy dog look. He got up from the ground and ruffled his little brothers hair as their mother laughed and nodded.

"Let your brother get into regular cloths first though." Sam looked at Dean with an impatient look as he walked slowly to the stairs.

"Come on Dean, go faster, I want to go to the park." Sam whined as Dean finally made it to his mother. Mary laughed and lightly pushed Dean forwards.

"Dean if you hurry up we'll go get that video game that you wanted." She watched Dean display a toothy grin across his face as he ran up the stairs to his room. "Don't worry Sammy, we'll go to the toy store and pick you up something to." Sammy grinned widely and went to go put his shoes on.

Dean came running down the stairs, almost colliding with the smallest Winchester as they both ran for the front door.

"You guys ready." Sammy nodded eagerly as his mother walked over to them. "Ok then let's go to the park."


A/N: OK first chapter was just fluff... next chapter will have more in it. promise.

Having a little brother to wake you up early in the morning is kinda annoying... trust me I know... but when you see how scared they are 'casue they had a nightmare the annoyance goes away... sort of. And then when you wake up to them staring at you, and then they ask you all these questions... See my little brother just starts playing with all the things in my room, if he's bored. I wake up and tell him to get out, 'cause he aint haven a night mare no more. :laughs:

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