Sequel!! Most of you know that this is the sequel to "Growing Up Too Soon," so if you haven't read that story, you might want to do that first. These are "What if they had Max's childhood" stories.

Warnings: There will be child abuse because as many of you have figured out…someone is coming back in later chapters. Dun dun dun.

A/N: I do not own the boys or anything related to Supernatural. They belong to the CW and Eric Kripke.

Furthermore: Dean is 22, Sam is 18, and Adam is 11.

Chapter 1

"You got it, kiddo?" Dean asked as he watched his youngest brother carry a box up the two flights of stairs to Sam's dorm room. The box was light enough for Adam carry, but it was about the third of the small boy's size, making it difficult for the boy to see where he was going.

"Yeah, De, I got it." Dean smirked at the nickname Adam continued to call him even though the kid was eleven-years-old.

Dean hurried ahead and held the door open for Adam as he took the box into the room and set it down on the floor by Sam's bare bed. Half of the room was filled with boxes and bags. Seeing that Sam's roommate had not yet arrived, the boys were free to move around without worrying about another family getting in the way. Sam himself was currently using his roommate's bed to sort his clothes for putting away into his undersized closet and dresser.

"Thanks, Adam," Sam said as he ruffled his brother's hair. "Is there anything left?" he asked Dean.

"Nope, this is the last of all your crap," Dean threw the two garbage bags of clothes he was carrying on the floor next to the box. "We'll start helping you unpack," Dean said. He opened a random box and looked at its contents. He grinned when he saw bathroom supplies, including gel, mousse, and a hairbrush. "Look," he motioned to the contents, "Sammy really is a girl."

Sam looked over to see what Dean was referencing, "Shut up, Dean."

"What? Don't get defensive just because your long luscious locks are hard to control," Adam laughed at the scene of his two brothers arguing.

"What are you laughing at, shrimp?" Sam asked Adam.

"Your girl hair, Sammy," Adam replied looking into the box Dean was holding.

"See, Adam agrees with me," Dean smirked.

"Hey, I thought you were on my side?" Sam inched closer to his brother who giggled at the game.

"De's side."

"What? That's no fair, you guys always gang-up against me," Sam pouted in false disappointment.

"Tough," Adam retorted. Dean chuckled. He always knew Adam would breakout of his shell, though this side of Adam's personality only came out when it was just the three of them.

"You're gonna get it now," Sam rushed at Adam and picked the boy up and gently tossed him on the bed, tickling the boy's sides until Adam giggled and squealed with delight. Sam stopped and watched Adam control himself. He turned around and felt Adam's small body jump on his back. He felt a sharp glance of pain as Adam grazed the scars littered on his back, but he bit back a gasp and turned the boy in fast circles, pain forgotten as Adam laughed once more.

Dean noticed Sam's wince of pain and knew Adam had jostled his back and that even though Sam was acting as though it did not hurt him, he was in pain. "Okay," Dean said, "Let's calm down now children." He pulled Adam off Sam's back and set him on the floor. "You okay, Sammy?" he quietly asked, not wanting to upset Adam who had many anxiety problems because of John. If Adam realized that he had accidently hurt Sam there would be crying and stomach pains and issues they really did not need to deal with right now.

"I'm fine, Dean," Sam replied.

Dean gave him a look that said 'I don't really believe you,' and he turned around to see what Adam was up doing. He saw his little brother rummaging through a box that held pictures and posters Sam could use to decorate the room.

"Put this one out," Adam said carrying a picture over to Sam.

"Which one is that?" Adam held the picture out to Sam.

It was a picture of them from last Christmas. Bobby had come over their house and took the picture of all three boys on the couch. They were happy. Just as happy as they had been when John left them at Bobby's house and threatened that they would never be able to make it on their own, but they had made it. Dean had made sure of that.

"I like this one too, Adam. How about we put it right here," Sam placed the picture on the bedside table. Adam shook his head in agreement.

The boys all looked at the picture for a minute before Dean broke the silence, "So, do you need help getting the rest unpacked?" Dean asked Sam, glancing once more around the room.

"No, I should be fine, Dean," Sam replied.

"Well, I guess we'll be heading off then," Dean quietly said. "Do you need any money for books or food or anything?"

"No, Dean, the scholarship is paying for all my books and I've got enough money for other things."

"Okay, then, well don't hesitate to call if you need anything, and I mean anything," he pulled Sam into a tight hug. "I'm so proud of you, kiddo," he whispered into Sam's ear.

"Thanks, Dean," Sam choked out, biting back tears.

"Love you, Sammy."

"Love you too."

Sam pulled away and wiped off his wet cheeks before looking at Adam whose waterworks had started instantly as the eleven-year-old dejectedly looked on as his older brothers said goodbye. Tears were freely falling down Adam's cheek even though his jaw was tensed in a failed attempt to stop crying.

"Come here," Sam beckoned Adam forward. His brother launched himself forward and into Sam's arms, instantly nestling his head in the crook of Sam's neck and body shaking as he cried bone-shaking sobs. "Hey, hey, hey," Sam comforted, glancing at Dean in a pitying way, "I'm not leaving forever, kiddo."

"I don't want you to go," Adam wept, tightening his hold.

"Adam, I'm only going to school. You're going to see me again in no time." Sam shifted the boy in his arms, relishing at how light Adam still weighed, that although they had escaped from their father four years ago, Adam was still underweight and short for his age. He knew it was a result of Adam's anxiety and stress related to their past-abuse, but it continued to shock Sam every time he noticed.

"Don't leave, please." Sam looked at Dean for help, but the eldest Winchester knew Sam had to handle the issue and reassure his brother on his own. Sam would never break a promise to Adam.

"Adam, look at me," Sam gently lifted up Adam's chin to better see into the boy's hazel eyes, "I'm not leaving for good. I only have a few months before Thanksgiving and the time will fly by. You won't even realize I'm gone. I promise I'll be back before you know it."

"You promise?" Adam sniffed.

"Of course I do," Sam wiped a few stray tears from Adam's flushed and sticky cheeks. Accepting Sam's word, Adam leaned in for one last hug, "Love you, kiddo. Be good for Dean."

"Love you too." Sam kissed Adam on the head and put him down. Adam instantly went and leaned into Dean's side, needing the comfort that his older brother always offered.

"Be good, Sammy. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Dean patted him on the cheek then began walking out of the room.

"That doesn't leave out much, Dean," Sam joked.

"Whatever, bitch."

"Jerk," Sam retorted. He saw his brothers leave the room and he turned to finish unpacking. He threw a few bags on the ground and the impact echoed throughout the room. The walls were still bare from the lack of decorations and it felt even emptier because of the absence of his roommate. Sam glanced around in nervous anticipation and for the first time in a long time, he felt truly alone.

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