A/N: I hope you liked the last chapter, cus I kinda didnt. Anyways, let us continue

WARNING:...theres really none for this chapter, this ones kinda cute actually...

Disclaimer: I own nothing, because if I did there would be cowboy hats...

"Were going to figure this out, I promise, don't worry. All right?"

Dean nodded his head, Sam scrunched his brow, and their father smiled for hours.

Sam was angry when he was told to sleep in the other bed, Sam couldn't remember the last time him and Dean had slept in separate beds, but now, there father was hunched over on the couch, Dean was to his right, and for the first time, Sam was alone.

Dean was the only one that slept that night. John stayed up half the night flipping through books and watching Dean, and Sam spent half the night watching John.

Morning only woke the new female member of the family. Dean woke up knowing he was still a girl, there was no crestfallenness about it, it just was.

Sam, at some odd hour of the early morning had joined their father in research, which as of so far, had given them nothing.

Both Sam and John tried not to listen as Dean creped into the bathroom.

"Find anything?" Neither Sam or John had looked back up from their respectable screen or book since Dean had wandered into the bathroom the first time, but as he requested acknowledgment, they saw the new girl in the morning light, and it was like a dream, or a nightmare.

Dean had on what could only be guessed as boxers under a pair of tightly wound gray sweat pants, and two wife beaters. His new long hair was tied up in god knows what, and he had his arms wrapped tightly around his new slim waist.

"How did you sleep?" John sounded like this was just some normal day.

"F-fine." Dean stuttered.

"I was thinking we should go today." John declared, standing from the couch.

"Go where?" Sam asked, looking up at his dad.

"Well, there's a cabin about four hours from here, I was thinking we could go there until this whole thing is sorted out, sound good to you guys?"

Dean looked surprised, a good surprised. They hadn't taken a break from hunting since Sam had gotten a talon through his foot, and even then it was only for two days.

"Sounds good to me." Dean declared, and it was decided.

Dean was a little surprised at how happy he felt to be back behind the wheel of him impala, it always made him feel better, and four hours of calm driving would do him good, at lease, that would have been the case if Sam had decided to take dads tuck instead.

"Come on tiny Dean, move the seat back a little." Sam twisted his long legs around in front of him.

"Call me that again and I'm going to throw you out the window."

Dean had had to move the seat up to reach the peddles, a fact that Sam was never planning on letting die, only now the joined seats were close to the front of the car, and Sam's long legs were not taking it very well.

"I have long legs Dean." Sam whined.

"I know."

"Well then-"

Dean turned the music up, smiling a little from behind his bangs.

Upon the first fourteen minutes of their arrival both Sam and Dean had thrown their things onto their apparent beds and scurried outside to explore the surroundings.

The first hour of the exploring went well, both Sam and Dean felt like little kids as they jumped over small brooks and tried to catch toads. They spotted and identified tracks, followed trails and laughed like they were ten again.

By the second hour Dean had lost both his shoes, one got stuck in the mud and slid right off his tiny foot, and the other got stuck in the same mud puddle while trying to get the first shoe out.

As the third hour rolled around the two boys could be seen trudging back to the cabin in the light sprinkle, one without shoes on the others back.

It had been funny watching Dean maneuver around sharp rocks for a while, until Dean's sprained ankle made itself known again as he hissed every time his left foot found the ground.

"Get on."

Dean looked at his brother like he was crazy as he slouched down in front of him.

"No."

"Its slippery, your hurt, get on."

Dean did.

The venture back had not been a pleasant one, Sam's constant comments about Dean's weight being easily compared to a feather was earning him a savage series of kicks.

"I could throw you over the car I bet." Sam hoisted a slipping Dean easily back onto a comfortable position on his back.

Dean pulled Sam's mopey hair, only may more so by the drizzle.

"We should try it when we get back tiny Dean."

The heel of Deans "tiny" foot collided with Sam's groin, sending both Sam and Dean plummeting into the mud.

After Sam had made nice with the mud and sticks now violating his mouth Deans lips found themselves colliding with the back of Sam's head. For a few seconds, both brothers saw stars.

Sam slowly lifted himself from the mud, the mud, however, seemed to be quite content with sticking to every part of his frontal anatomy. Sam rolled over, only to have the lump on has back move to the lump on his lap as Dean hovered in the mud on his knees babying his lip.

Sam was fully prepared to yell the hell out of Dean until he saw the blood and mud on his chin. Then all that was left was the Winchester worry, where women always seem to reside.

"You okay Dean?" Sam sat up a little, trying to pull Deans hand from his lip so he could see.

"I'm fine." Dean's voice was adorable muffled by his hand.

"Just let me-" Sam had made the mistake of forgetting that Dean was on top of him, and sitting straight up, would send Dean on his back, which was now currently where Dean was, and very unhappy about it.

"Dean I-" was about as far as Sam got before a ball of mud was thrown at his face.

Well as you know ladies and gentlemen, this means war.

The two rolled around in the mud together laughing for as long as they needed to. There was no anger left as they wrestled one another on the mud, screaming and shouting in way that a child would. Loud to the point that it was obvious that they didn't care who heard them.

Dean, covered in mud, even in his ears, being carried by Sam, covered in mud, even in his shoes, marched back to the cabin, to be greeted by there father, who could do nothing but laugh.

Was that not adorible? Tell me it wasnt. I'm sorry for those who wanted a sam fucks dean but as of now, thats not the plot. It may change though...REVIEW!!!