Author's Note: So this is my second one-shot for Supernatural. I'm on a roll now. I haven't written in forever and it feels good to sit down and write. Oh and the show is running in the background so this is even better.

And, so we go…

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I groaned rubbing my eyes. This was frustrating. I looked over at the sleeping form of my brother. He was sacked out. He earned his sleep. He had worked hard for the past week. I looked back at the laptop at the page. We had finished up a case in Wyoming. We were moving out in the morning. We had hunted down a ghoul and the sleeping lump of my brother had been the bait throughout the whole thing. He was dead tired.

I sighed as I closed the laptop. I had been looking for another case but I was done. Laptops and myself had also ended in a fight. Either I gave up or the laptop didn't work. It usually ended with me giving up. Like tonight, I gave up. I rubbed my eyes again as my cell phone rang. It was two in the morning, who the hell was calling me?

"Yeah?" I grumbled opening the phone.

"Did I wake you sleeping beauty?" Bobby grumbled back into the phone.

"No I was up. What's up?" I asked leaning back into the chair.

"I might have another case for you Dean," Bobby said. I sighed. I know Sammy and I did this all the time, but it would be nice to have a break. "What's wrong? Getting tired of the job?"

I rolled my eyes. "No I just want a break. Where's the case?" I asked changing the subject.

"South Dakota."

"Okay, what's the case?"

"Come to my place and I'll explain everything."

I sat there and watched as Sam rolled over. He mumbled something and I was afraid I woke him up. My little brother needed his sleep and he wouldn't be getting it if I woke him up. "Alright, we'll head out in the morning. Sammy needs his sleep."

"Sounds like you do too Sleeping Beauty," Bobby hung up with me collapsing on the bed.

XxXxXx

"Did Bobby say anything about the case?" I asked as we drove through South Dakota. I was sore from the last case. I had a stab wound in my thigh that was starting to hurt again. We did our best to patch it up but it would scar like every other wound I've had. I stretched my hurting leg and Dean looked over.

"He didn't say. Do you want to get out and walk around?" Dean asked half glancing at me and the road.

"No, I'll just drink some whiskey later." I didn't want to stop for a little pain in my thigh. We hadn't stopped for wounds worse than mine. When Dad and Dean were almost dying after the encounter with Yellow Eyes, we hadn't stopped. The only reason we did was because the Impala was totaled by a semi that was driven by a demon. I wasn't going to stop for this.

Dean sighed cracking his back. "Alright, just let me know if you need to stop."

I didn't reply as the desert passed by us. There was nothing to look at in South Dakota. There nothing but rocks and dirt around. Nothing at all. This made my thoughts wander to a different time.

XxXxXx

"Hey Sammy?"

"Yeah Dean?"

Dean looked at Sam and then back at the homework they had been doing. Sam was in the 7th grade and math wasn't his strong point. It frustrated Sam to no end. Dean was a wiz at it. He understood it and tried to teach Sam but Sam wasn't getting it. No matter how hard Dean tried to teach him. Nothing worked.

"Let's take a break. Want to go walk around the park?" Dean was a junior in high school and would rather spend time with his brother than anyone else. Even the girls at school. Well, maybe not the girls at school, but still.

"Yeah," Sam got up a stretched his legs. He wasn't as tall as Dean but he still had long legs. They walked down to the park. Dad was on a hunting trip and left them alone to go to school and what not. It wasn't the first time this happened. It happened all the time. Whenever Dad had a job.

"Beat you can't climb that tree," Dean pointed to the tree that they were standing in front of at the park. The free was 25 feet tall and it had lots of branches with lots of leaves. It looked sturdy enough for someone to climb.

Sam sized the tree up and down. "Yeah I can."

"Go for it then." Dean grinned knowing that Sam couldn't climb it.

Sam glared back at his brother and walked to the tree. He scaled the first couple yards easily. There were several branches. No problem. Sam looked around at the other branches and chose the other ones. He climbed the next ones easily. He climbed to 20 feet and then the branches became scares. There were branches but they were farther apart. Sam looked around to find the branch to climb next. Sam found the one and pulled himself up. Sam scaled the next three feet easily."Look down Sammy." Dean chuckled knowing Sam wouldn't look down. He wouldn't because Dean told him to.

Sam rolled his eyes and continued to climb. "One more branch," Sam muttered to himself. He climbed up the next branch…

….and grabbed it safely. Sam smiled triumphantly. He had done it! He climbed the tree!

Now all he needed was to get down.

Sam scaled down the tree with ease until the bottom half. The branches were closer together which made it harder. Sam placed his foot down on one branch and his other dangled in the air. He let go with one hand and tried to grab the branch before disaster happened…

…Sam slipped and he couldn't catch himself. He yelled out for Dean but he was too far away to catch him. He heard Dean shout "Sammy!" Sam hit a branch, then another and another. He smacked his head on one and then he felt himself land on something soft.

Sam groaned and looked at what he had landed on. He had landed on Dean.

Dean sighed and placed his head on the ground. "Sammy?" Dean waited for a couple minutes and didn't hear a response. "Sam?" A couple more minutes…no response. "Sammy?" Once again, not response.

"Shit," Dean muttered. He moved Sam off him so he could get up. Dean knelt down next to his brother and looked at him. His head was bleeding from hitting something but no visible broken bones. Dean pressed on Sam's ribs. At least one bruised one. Great, Dad was going to kill him. Dean picked up his brother and carried him back to the motel.

Sam opened his eyes and looked around the room. Dean was asleep in a chair next to the bed. Sam felt something heavy on his head and felt it. He had gauze wrapped around his head. He must have busted his head on the tree branch. Sam went to sit up but hissed because of pain in his ribs. Dean jolted awake and smiled when he saw Sammy awake. "Sammy, how ya feelin?"

"Good."

"No lies."

Sam sighed. "My ribs and head hurt."

Dean nodded. "I'm sorry Sammy, I shouldn't have made you climb that tree."

Sam was shocked. Dean never apologized for anything. He must have felt bad about what happened. "It's fine." Sam said still a little shocked.

"I'll get you something for the pain." Dean got up went to the kitchenette to get some pain meds.

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"Sammy? We're at Bobby's," I said shaking my brother. He had fallen asleep a little over five hours ago and I wasn't going to waken him up. Whenever the other fell asleep in the car, we let them sleep. We needed out sleep. We got extra whenever we could. Sam opened his eyes and looked around taking in his surroundings.

"Right," He yawned. "How long was I out?"

"About five hours."

"Wow."

"I know, that's a lot even after the sleep you got last night."

"You could have woken me up; I would have driven if you were tired."

"No, it's fine. You needed it more than I did."

Sam opened his mouth to reply but couldn't get it out because Bobby was coming up to them.

"You guys finally made it. Come inside, I have a case for you two." Bobby said ushering them inside.

"Must be important if you wouldn't have told us what it was over the phone," I followed Bobby in with a limping Sam behind me.

"It is," Bobby stated bluntly.

We walked through Bobby's front door and I smiled. I turned to Sam who walked through the door and stopped. "Surprise!" We all shouted at him. I smiled and went up to my little brother. "Happy birthday Sammy," I hugged him and Sam hugged back in shock.

"What's go—You knew this whole time didn't you?" Sam asked after I let go of him.

"Yep," I smiled. "Kept that secret pretty good wouldn't ya say?"

"So that phone call from Bobby last night, that wasn't true."

"No it was." Sam looked to Bobby for some info but was interrupted with Rufus coming up to them.

"Sam, happy birthday!" Rufus said shaking Sam's hand.

"Thanks Rufus, it's nice to see you again."

"So there is a case?" Sam questioned.

"No, I just needed an excuse to get you up here," Bobby chuckled.

"Sweet, because I don't want to work on right now. Not when we have cake, booze, and-" I paused for a moment and smelled the air. "Pie!" I raced off to the kitchen and grabbed a slice. "Bobby, you're the best," I said through a mouthful of pie.

"I don't understand why is everyone getting worked up over Sam's birthday?" A voice from a hallway said.

Sam turned around. "Hey Cas." Sam smiled.

"Cas, glad you could come," I said through another mouthful of pie. "Want some?"

Cas shook his head and looked over at Sam. He paused for a moment. "Happy birthday." Sam nodded smiling.

I knew he was happy. He knew Sam needed this. Especially after everything that had been going on with us. We have been stressed out and we needed time to relax. Sam's birthday just happened to be great because it was right in the middle of a stressful time. We could relax and everything. I watched Sam talking to Bobby and Rufus. He laughed and I smiled even more knowing my brother was having a good time.

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"Thanks Dean," Sam said later that night when they were in there room at Bobby's place.

"For what?" I asked knowing fully what he was saying thank you to.

"For this, I really needed it. I was stressed and I needed something to get my mind of things." Sam simply said sitting down on his bed.

"No problem, you seemed to be having fun tonight," I unlaced my shoe and pulled it off.

"It was a lot of fun," Sam paused for a moment before continuing, "You let me sleep in the car on purpose."

"Yeah, so?" I smiled pulling off my other boot.

"Thanks, I also needed that."

"No problem, it's what I'm here for Sammy." I pulled my bag up and rummaged through it until I found what I needed. I pulled out the box. "Happy birthday Sammy."

Sam took the box with somewhat of embarrassment written across it. He opened the box and pulled out a bracelet. Sam smiled at it. It was one I had made him when we were little. I had made it for him but never gave it to him. It had his name on beads. Each bead was a different letter and it spelled S-A-M-M-Y across the bracelet. There were different shades of red on either side of Sammy. Sam looked at the bracelet. "You made this when I was five didn't you?"

"Yep, I've kept it since then. I figured I could give it to you at some point and this seemed like a prefect time." I smiled as he put it on.

"Thanks Dean, for everything."

"No problem, it's my job."