AN: Andrew calls one of the slides on the playground the washing machine slide. The washing machine slide is the swirly slides that some playgrounds have, my brothers and I used to call the swirly slides washing machine slides when we were little. :P ENJOY!

By the time recess finally came, Andrew made a bolt dash towards the backdoor of the classroom that lead straight to the playground. He must have been the first child out there because the place was empty for a few moments. Sammy soon followed his new buddy outside, joining him in the search of the braver than a lion creature known as the big brother. Though they were looking for two different people, everyone had recess right now.

"What does your brother look like?" Sammy asked as he and Andrew stood underneath the "washing machine" slide.

"Like me, 'cpet he's older," Andrew said, not once unlocking his wandering eyes from the playground. Although he knew Michael had promised to meet him right where he was, and Michael never broke a promise, especially one made between him and Andrew, the younger Keller boy didn't ever like not knowing where Michael was.

Slowly on time's part, but surly on Michael's part, the eldest Keller boy came walking out of his own classroom and was strolling across the field to the lower elementary school's playground. The upper elementary school's playground had more to do since most of the younger kids mainly liked running around and climbing all over the enormous jungle gym.

"Michael!" Andrew shrieked happily as his big brother got closer with another boy in tow.

"Hey, kid." Michael smirked, ruffling his baby brother's hair. "New friend or new foe?" Michael wondered as he pointed to Sammy before dropping his hand back to his side. A momentary gesture…

"No! Friend!" Andrew laughed. "His name is Sammy."

"Isn't that your brother's name?" Michael questioned Dean, pointing to him with a questioning spark on his facial features.

"Yeah, that's my brother. Sammy," Dean said as he motioned towards his baby bro.

"Dean, you know Michael?!" Sammy chimed.

"We met." Dean shrugged.

"Michael was your teacher mad cause you were late?" Andrew wondered, the guilt already rising in his little chest.

"Ah, what do I care?" Michael raised a hand. "Come on, kid. We got some serious washing and sliding to do."

"Cool! Hey, Michael, think we got enough people to make a train?! We never made a train on the washing machine slide before!"

"Sure if Dean and…uh…Sammy wanna join in," Michael struggled through saying Sam's name. Every now and again he'd call his own baby bro, "Andy," but he, and he alone, was the only one who was ever allowed to call him that. He kind of thought the same thing with Sammy. God, he was not ready to die over the wrong name.

"Um…" Dean looked down at Sammy's hope-filled, puppy dog eyes and immediately caved. "Assuming this kid is your new friend, sure, I guess." Dean shrugged as Sammy and Andrew smiled and high-fived each other. They would soon find out that yes, sliding down the washing machine slide was more fun when a train was formed.