Two-year-old Sam Winchester giggled happily, sprinting away from his older brother. "Roar! I'm gonna get you!" Dean growled, chasing the curly headed toddler around the lawn. All was fun and games until Sam stumbled and lost his balance, landing in the dust and dirt.

"Sammy!" a concerned Dean shouted. "Are you okay?"

In an instant, he was by his little brother's side. Sam was covered in dirt from head to toe. Tears welled up in his big eyes; his lower lip quavered. Dean gently lifted Sam and sat him in his lap. "Shhh... Sammy, s'alright..." He eyed him up and down. "Man, Sam, Uncle Bobby's gonna hafta give you a bath!"