Okay guys, so this is totally lame and short, but I have a huge paper coming up so I wanted to get something out here since I have no clue when I'll next be able to write. So maybe so cuteness will give you folks some enjoyment. I hope?

The motel was dark, except for the light coming from the kitchen. Dean is fully dressed: jacket, jeans, and boots. He had spent some time packing up their things and having finished, he walked over to Sam's bed.

Very gently he placed his hands under Sam's armpits and picked him up. Limp and warm, Sam surprised Dean by emitting a puppy-like whimper and pushing against his chest.

"It's me, Sammy," Dean whispered.

Sam blinked, face scrunched up in much confusion. "Hwhat?" he whined.

"We're leaving, going somewhere new."

Sam opened his mouth but, still half-asleep, had a hard time making any words come out. "But … but how will daddy know where to find us?"

Dean walked briskly along the poorly lit cement walk that led to the motel office. "I'll call him."

The punk at the counter didn't take his eyes off the television his was watching and simply held out his hand for the room key; Dean had already called.

"Dean," Sam's voice was faint as his brother placed him in the backseat. Dean moved pillows and blankets until he had created the perfect Sammy nest. On top of it all he draped a folded flannel sheet. He pulled it up to Sam's ears and for a moment he kept his hand there on the side of Sam's face, brushing Sam's bangs back with his thumb. Sam's eyes blinked several times.

"Just go to sleep, Sammy."

The door shut, and then Dean's opened and shut. The impala roared to life and soon Sam was being rocked to the most familiar lullaby.

The whir of the tires on pavement, the stars bright and big and many in the sky.

The occasional rattling of an 18-wheeler, flying by, a fellow night traveler.

Mary used to sing "Hey, Jude."

Dean sang "Ramble On."

Sam was asleep in minutes.

When Sam awoke next, the sun was coming through the windows, hot like a hug.

Dean was sprawled sideways in the front seat, one foot on the floorboards and on against the passenger door, a newspaper held out in front of him.

They were just outside San Antonio, not that Sam knew that. For a few minutes, Sam laid in his rumpled nest, trying to figure out what was outside his window. That was how Sam would try and figure out where he was. Usually, he was wrong, but it was a game he liked to play anyways. He couldn't see anything besides the top of some greeny-yellow trees, their branches all very clear through the leaves. The sky was very blue and cloudless. Sam watched a squirrel fuss up and down the tree trunk.

He giggled.

"The princess is awake. About time, too."

Still feeling very quiet in that content, morning, just waking up kind of way, Sam skillfully climbed over the seat and deposited himself in Dean's lap without a word.

Dean adjusted his arms around Sam and held out the newspaper in front of them. Sam touched his fingers to the words yearningly. He was quiet until Dean turned the page. Sports.

"Read. Please."

Dean cleared his throat. "Houston Texans, 19, Cleveland Browns-"

"Hey, Dean. We in Loose-iana?"

"No, Sammy. We're in Texas now," Dean said. "Cleveland Browns 16. This is the first win for-"

"What's Texas?"

"Sammy, you wanted me to read," Dean said. He was tired. He had not slept; Driving was hard without dad.

Sam tilted his head backward against Dean's chest and looked at his brother upside down. "What's Texas?"

Dean took a big breath. "Texas … yeah. Texas is a whole nother country, Sammy," he drawled. Then, in response to Sam's blank look he said, "Not, really. It's a state, like Louisiana." An idea struck him. Dean flipped to the back page of the newspaper, where the weather reports were. He took Sam's hand and placed a finger on Louisiana. "This is where we were. This is Louisiana. This-" he took Sam's finger and moved it to the dot labeled San Antonio. "This is where we are now. This is Texas."

Sam dragged his finger between Louisiana and Texas. "Are we staying here?"

Dean shook his head. "Nope, we're going here. California."

Sam continued his journey along the newsprint until he put his finger next to Dean's. "Wow," he said. "Why?"

Dean took another deep breath. Then, carefully, he said, "Cause Dad told us to, Sammy."

So yeah, super short, super lame. I think you can see where this is going, no? Anyway, I hope it's at least worth an itty bitty review or two?