Disclaimer: In no way, shape, or form do I own Sam, Dean, or the rest of the Winchester family. Nor to I own Supernatural. I just like to screw around in their word. :)

Author's Note: Beta'd! Another beta'd fic! :D Believe it!
And remember, folks, this it the second in a series of 26. Three has been beta'd... But I want prompt 4 done before I think about posting number 3.

::Words::

Sam Winchester was not happy. Not happy at all. The source of his unhappiness was very simple, as it normally is with young younger children - they're hungry, they're thirsty, they need to go to the bathroom, etc. But Sam's is a little bit more complicated.

"Sammy, what'd'y'want for lunch? Mushy flakes or bananas?" Dean Winchester, Sam's older brother, was peering at him through the mesh of the babycage! playpen, as if Sam could actually pick one or the other.

Which in fact, he kind of could; you see, Sam's unhappiness was a little more complicated because it stemed from a desperate wish speak, and he wanted it very badly.

'Nanas! Sam chanted loudly in his mind as he flailed his chubby fists. Want 'nanas!

Dean stared at him, as if he were reading his little brother's soul before shrugging. "Mushy flakes it is," he said before ambling off to the kitchen where Sam could only assume Papa was.

Dean! Sam fumed. He didn't want those mushy flakes, he wanted 'nanas. Dean! Dean! Dean! Dean! Sam didn't know what happened, but Dean was suddenly rushing into the room, mouth gaping open in shock.

"What was that, Sammy?"

"Deem!"

Wait... What the heck was that?

"Deem!" Sam says once more. There is a moment of silence as the truth dawns on Sam. Then he's grinning wider than a Cheshire Cat. "Deem, Deem, Deem!"

Dean is just standing there; he's staring at Sam as if his little brother had just morphed into a talking chipmunk. Sam blinks once then says softly, voice trembling, "Deem?"

Something in his tone must have snapped Dean out of it, because all of a sudden, Sam was flying around the room with his brother as Dean danced and shouted in glee. "You spoke, Sammy, you spoke!"

Sam cheered and shouted his brother's name once more. "Deem!"

"This's awesome! Can't wait to tell dad..."

By this point, however, Sam had really stopped listening because he was more intent on the celebration 'nanas that he was being fed.

Silver: Hmmm... I dont like that as much as the first one.
Sam: So wait, my first word was "Deem"?
Dean: Uhh, yeah?
Silver: Uhh... Right.
Sam: Wow.
Dean: Yeah.
Sam: Huh. So... then where was dad?
Dean: Uhh...
Silver: And that's all for our show!
Boys: Wait... We're on a show now?
Silver: Uhh... Yeah. XD
Sam: Wow.
Dean: No kidding.
Silver: And we're done. Let's mosey you boys over for your photoshoots so I'll have something for the nice reviewers...