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Dean woke the next morning early and saw Sam's bed was empty. Must have gone for coffee…Dean thought lazily and rolled back over to catch some more sleep. As he drifted off to sleep, he heard sniffling coming from the corner. What the hell?

Dean sat up and looked around. Cowering in the corner was a small boy, who couldn't have been older than three. He had the hotel comforter wrapped around him and Dean could see was his little curly head peaking out the top. Tears trickled down his face as he starred frightened at Dean. This kid looks oddly familiar…

"Who are you? What? How?" Dean asked, completely shell-shocked by the small boy currently residing in their motel room. Did Sam find him and bring him here? What the hell?

"My names Sammy," the little boy said softly.

"Where's your family?"

The little boy shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, dhey's missing. I want my daddy and brudder!" He said softly, more tears leaking out onto his plump cheeks.

"Ok, let's try and find them, ok?" Dean got up from bed, "Sam?" He yelled, maybe his brother was back from the coffee shop.

"What?" the little boy asked.

"No, sorry, not you. I'm looking for my brother."

"Your brudder's missin too?" the little boys asked, wiggling out of the blanket.

"No, well, I don't think so," Dean said turning to the little boy, when his eyes caught something. The little boy was wearing a gigantic white t-shirt and black sweats and boxers. The little boy was literally swimming in his clothes. He tried to stand but got tangled and fell again. Dean recognized those clothes, they were Sam's pajamas from the night before. Dean looked at the little boy closer and it clicked.

"Holy Shit!" Dean yelled, handing resting on the top of his head.

The little boys' mouth dropped and he gasped, "Dat's not nice talk! Daddy don't like that! You a bad man!" The little boy scurried further back against the wall.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I'm not a bad man, I promise."

"Pinkie swear?" The little boy asked.

"I swear." Dean said.

"What's your name?"

"Umm…my name's Dean."

"My brudder's name is Dean…I miss him beary much," the little boys said sadly, tears welling up in his eyes again.

"Well this might sound strange, but I am your big brother, I just grew up."

"No! My Dean won't weave me! He say we grow up togedder!"

"Sammy, please listen to me." Dean said kindly, trying to push the little boy.

"My daddy say, don't talk to stranger Sammy!" The little boy said, making his voice deeper, imitating John, and pointing his finger.

Dean couldn't help but chuckle; one because his father said that and two he forgot how cute Sam was as a child. An innocence just seemed to seep from him, a innocence he never should have lost.

"That's good that your Daddy taught you that, but I promise I'm your brother Dean."

The little boy looked questioningly at Dean, determining if he could trust him.

"What's my weal name?"

"Samuel Mathew Winchester."

"What do I eat all da time?"

"Uh…Lucky Charms and Mac and Cheese."

"What happened to my Mommy?"

Dean felt like he was punched in the stomach. He wasn't expecting that question. Dean tried to remember what he told Sammy when he was little about their Mom.

"Well…she's an angel and she's with you all day and gives you kisses at nighttime. She flies around, protecting, you, me, and Daddy."

Sam let a smile appear on his small face. He gathered the clothes that hung from his body and slowly made his way to Dean.

Standing in front of him, the little boy reached up and touched Dean's face. Running his chubby fingers over Dean's nose, lips, and then stopped near his eyes.

Sam smiled big, "There you are Dean!" The little boy threw his small arms around Dean and gave him a hug. Dean picked him up and sat him in his lap.

"Ok Sam, so how old are you know?"

"I Free years old," Sam said with a nod.

"So, your potty trained and everything, right?"

Sam looked indignantly at his brother. "I not a baby, I fhree!" Sam said again, putting his hands on his hips.

"Well, I am truly sorry for making such a mistake," Dean said with a smile.

Sam shrugged and kept looking at his brother. He rested his head on Dean's shoulder and Dean felt the little boy relax. It was weird having a little, little brother. He remembered Sam small, but obviously he was just as young.

"Well, first things first, we need to get you some clothes that fit." Dean placed the little boy on the bed and looked out his window. Much to their luck, a family with two little boys just rented the room next to there's.

"Ok Sam, stay here and don't move, ok? I'm gonna get you some clothes." Sam nodded obediently and Dean walked to the room next door.

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A young woman in her early thirty's opened the door and looked at him with some hesitation.

"I am so sorry to bother you. You see, my baby brother and I just arrived in town the the air port lost our luggage. I saw you had to boys who looked the same size as my brother. Could we borrow some clothes so we can run to the store and buy some more?"

"Oh, of course!" After much digging, the woman gave Dean a small shirt, shorts, and some flip flops.

"Thank you so much!"

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Dean rushed back to his room to find Sam sitting completely still.

"You ok buddy?" Dean asked worriedly.

"You said don move, and I didn't," Sam said happily.

"Good job buddy. Let's get dressed, go potty, and we'll get some food and clothes, sound good?" Sam nodded and hopped off the bed.

It amazed Dean how quickly he remembered how to take care of a small child. After they were both done, Dean slipped his sunglasses on little Sammy, dwarfing the little boy's face, and they made their way to the local diner.