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Over the span of time in which Dean had gone to school he had become an expert on how to hide the bruises over his body. Now at nine he was teaching his five year old brother how to hide his bruises for he was to began kindergarten.

"Ouch, Dean that hur" Sam said as Dean covered Sam's black eye with make-up to cover it up.

"Sorry Sammy."

"Dean why we have to put this on?"

"So that people don't ask questions," Dean relied with little emotion, "So that they don't know that Daddy hits us. So that they don't come and take us away from daddy."

"I don't wanna leave daddy, Dean." Sam's eye widened and his face was full of sadness.

"I know Sammy. That is why I am doing this. Ok." Dean said as he put the make-up back into his desk, "You ready for your first day of school Sammy?"

"Yep let go." Together the brothers walked out and rode the bus to school.

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The brothers got into this routine: Sam would come home at noon and work on any homework that he could do by himself, then when Dean came home he would help Sam with what he couldn't do himself. It wasn't a lot because Sammy was very smart. After that Dean would work on his homework while Sam played with his toys.

One night while Dean was working on his homework in his room while Sam played in his, Sammy got thirsty and went to get a drink without telling Dean. He did this because he was now a big boy and he could do things all by himself, plus he didn't want to bother his brother.

When Sam got to the kitchen he heard a different sound coming from it. It was a sound of happiness. Sammy peeked in saw his father dancing to the soft music that played, while pretending to be dancing with a woman. There was a smile on his face and his eyes were closed.

Sam had to hold in his laugher. As quickly and quietly as Sam could go he ran to Dean's room.

Dean watched as his brother run into his room with a smile on his face. "Dean!" Sam said with excitement in his voice.

"What is it Sammy? You weirdo," Dean asked looking back at his homework paper.

"You have to come with. Daddy is actin weird. It is funny. You have to come see!" Sammy said even more excitement in his voice.

Dean sighed putting down his work, "All right Sammy, lead the way."

Sam ran out of the room while Dean followed behind him. The brothers peered into the kitchen together and saw their father dancing. Neither one of them could hold in their laughed.

John heard laugher coming from the entrance of the kitchen. He turned around to find his two boys standing there laughing at him. "Boys what are you doing?" he asked turning off the music a little embarrassed. "How long have you been standing there?"

Still laughing Dean replied. "Long enough, what were you doing dad?" He asked as his laugher died down as did Sam's.

"Um…nothing, nothing," John said, "Why don't you two go back to playing or doing your homework or whatever it was you two were doing?" He voice wasn't mad. It was more that he was more embarrassed. More like he just wanted to get his boys out of the room.

"Can I get a drink first?" Sam asked timidly.

John got a plastic cup from the cupboard and filled it with water. He then handed it to Sam. The brothers walked back to their rooms in fit of giggles.