It was a week until Sam turned five years old. Dean knew he wouldn't be in contact with his father. He was out on a hunting trip with Bobby and some other hunters that lived in the area. They were hunting a vampire nest and Dean knew it would take a while since it was the biggest the men had ever seen. Sam, on the other hand didn't know anything about the monsters John faced on a daily basis. The older brother tried to protect his innocence for as long as he could.

The boys were down to their last ten dollars but Dean still wanted to give Sammy a special birthday present. He dug through everything he owned but couldn't find anything special enough, so took a piece of paper and a pen, supplied by the motel and tried to draw Sam a birthday card. Dean was never an artistic child, but tried his hardest. In the end, he drew a lopsided cake with five candles coming out of the top. He knew the card was awful, but couldn't do any better.

That night, Sam climbed into bed and held Dean the way he always did. This was the only comfort the boys ever had. The younger Winchester fell asleep within a few minutes. Dean, on the other hand, did not. He got out of bed careful not to wake his sleeping brother, got changed and went out. He had to find a decent birthday present somehow.

After searching everywhere for a present that wouldn't cost much money because he onto had three dollars, he came across a store selling wool. It was still early, so the store was open. The green-eyed boy walked inside. The woman behind the cash register gave the child a confused look when he asked for a little bit of wool, long enough to make a necklace for his brothers birthday. Her heart nearly melted for the poor boy who obviously didn't have much money. She gave him a ball of wool, a scissors and twenty dollars before Dean left feeling very thankful.

After walking around for a while, the boy found a toy store and walked inside just before it was about to close for the night. He found a small toy car that only cost ten dollars and bought it for Sam.

When he got back to the motel room, the four year old was sitting up in his bed looking quite scared. Dean ran over to his brother and felt the worry building up inside him. Sam started to cry in his big brothers arms. "Dean, I was so scared you had left me alone. Just like Dad." Dean felt his insides turning and felt guilty for what he had done. "Don't worry, Sammy. I will always be here. If I leave, it I'll only be for a short time. You'll be sick of me before you know it!" The boys lay down in the bed. Sam was clinging onto Dean for dear life. Sam was just about to fall asleep before he whispered "I will never get sick of you. I love you Dean." The older boy smiled and kissed the top of his brothers head lightly, before they both fell asleep in the same position as they always did.