A/N: Thanks you guys for the comments. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I promise the bulk of Sam's plan will be revealed in the next chapter. God Bless!

The next morning Sam woke up on his own, earlier than usual actually. He wanted to let Dean sleep a little longer. He set off to the kitchen and did the best he could of his breakfast culinary skills, which was putting bread in a toaster and pouring cereal into a bowl. He poured two glasses of orange juice, making sure Dean's was taller and then went to wake Dean up.

"Up before me, huh? What's up with that, bro?" Dean asked groggily after clearing his throat, which actually didn't help the sound of his voice very much.

"Just thought I'd get breakfast together this morning. With dad gone out on a hunt and well, you know." Sam replied, not really wanting to let on quite yet that he knew Dean wasn't feeling to great.

"Uh, yeah. Well, let's go eat." Dean replied, not sure of what to make of his brother's unusual behavior, of course it was his brother he was talking about. As he walked tiredly behind him he just shook his head and smiled.

"Good breakfast here." Dean said smiling after he downed his orange juice, thankful for the feeling it gave his throat.

"Thanks. Well, I have to get to school. I can ask Jake's mom next door if she can take me, if you aren't going." Sam suggested. Dean only gave him a weird look.

"Why wouldn't I go?" he questioned, not that he really wanted to, but he sort of had to. When Dean asked this, Sam mentally kicked himself. He let himself slip.

"Well, you know, with you not feeling to great."

"Sammy. It's a cold, nothing I can't handle. Don't worry 'bout it." Dean said as he let a cough through.

"You sure?" that was when Dean started to realize why Sam had been so nice to let him sleep and make breakfast.

"I'm sure. Now come on, can't be late." Dean said and Sam went to grab his jacket and his one of his dad's baseball caps.

"What's with Dad's hat?" Dean inquired when Sam came in with his bag flung over his shoulder.

"Smells like him." Was Sam's only reply as he went out the door and towards the car Dean had gotten on his 16th birthday, the Impala. Dean quickly threw on a pair of jeans, a Skynard T-shirt, and a jacket and ran out to the car where Sam was patiently waiting for him, dad's hat going very close to his eyes. Twelve years old and he still needed that feeling of dad when their dad was on a hunt without them.

"Hey, Sammy. Ready for school." He asked after once again clearing his throat.

"Yep. Oh, Dean, you don't have to drive me home after school today. I have something going on." Sam told him as they drove on towards the school.

"I'm doubting it's a girl." Dean teased him.

"Uh, yeah. Anyways, just so you know." Dean looked over at him and once again shook his head at him. His brother was weird. As he pulled up to a red light, he could feel a tingle, sort of feeling in his nose, a feeling that he had become quite familiar with in the past hours. He could feel Sam looking at him as he tried to quietly wish the sneeze away, but nobody was up for granting wishes at that moment and he sneezed, his arm blocking the full spread of it all over the car.

"Are you sure you wanna go to school?" Sam questioned, looking at him.

"Sam, like I said before, it's just a cold. It's not like it's going to kill me or anything." Dean replied, although he did realize that after the sneeze he felt his eyes wanting to be closed and resting. He rubbed his hands over them, which didn't go past Sam, but Sam kept quiet.

"So what is it you're doing after school that you don't need a ride anyways?" Dean questioned after the light turned green and he was on his way again.

"Nothing, just hanging." Sam said simply. Dean smiled, twelve, he remembered the age. He was already independent, but at twelve he had felt the want for even more independence weighing down on him.

"Alright, just be careful." Dean said as he pulled up to the middle school.

"I will. See ya later and be careful yourself." Sam said as he got out of the car. Dean didn't know whether to roll his eyes at Sam's concern or to smile. He did bother.

Dean coughed a couple times as he pulled out of the school's parking lot. It's gonna be a long day. Dean thought as another sneeze escaped. With that thought in mind he drove on to his high school.

To Be Continued...