ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

AU, OOC.

This... this is a disaster... I know. I wanted to put up more, but I thought you will have enough cute, fluffy-puffiness so I thought I put this up. Sorry! But you don't have to wait too long. Promise! If I have two reviews soon, then I will put the next chapter up today. In Hungarian it's after 8 in the evening, so you better hurry! :D

You won't believe what Sadie did today (she's my sadistic imagination, if you didn't have the "luck" to meet her)! She made me start a new story! Can you believe it? And she even made me like it! The NERVE of her... (Did I make sense with that last one? Not that it's important...)

Sorry! Enjoy!


As the rumble of the car started to quiet down, Sam came back to the world. He softly cried himself to sleep: the sun was coming up. He caught a sign: Sioux Falls, SD

The town was bathing in red as the sun slowly rose to the surface. Sam remembered those mornings as a little boy, when his father had taken him and his brother here to relax. John always stayed with them in those days, letting himself go, and changing back to a father, shedding his soldier disguise. Sam carefully sat up, scrubbing at his aching eyes. A blanket fell into his lap from his chest.

"Morning" Bobby greeted softly. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept" answered Sam blankly. Bobby just nodded.

When the sun completely came out of his blanket of the horizon, the car went in a yard. Above the gate with big iron letters said: Singer Auto Salvage

Sam took in the sight of the remnants of the cars sitting on each other, stretching towards the sky. He remembered when the little family was playing "catch" – mostly just he and his brother, but their father joined them from time to time. The yard was huge, and they even played hide-and-seek a couple of times. Dean always won that game because of his creativity, but Sam had his fair share, too, thanks to his logic. Sam smiled slightly at the memories and the stabbing pain in his heart let up a bit.

The car stopped and the engine died down. As they climbed out, Sam caught sight of the most beautiful thing in the world: the black, 1967 Chevrolet Impala. The chrome was shining in the rising sun, looking as good as new like this. Although Sam often whined about driving around the USA all the time, stopping only for a couple of days here and there, Sam always thought about the old girl as their true home. At Stanford he often missed her and her purring.

"Come on" stepped Bobby next to the boy with the bag. They slowly approached the house and a creak signed: Sam arrived at his second home.

The boy looked around the house, reliving his memories: watching his favorite cartoons and some horror movies on the old TV, running through the hallway, when they tried to escape the bath, or when the meals were ready… All of them are the best parts of his life. Bobby wordlessly took Sam's bag upstairs to his old room, which gave Sam a chance to wander further in the room. In the kitchen doorway he froze in his place.

The rising sun lighted up the room, its rays falling on short, blond hair, slightly drooped, but still bulky shoulders and a white cup with a green, painted stripe on it.

"Dean?" called Sam out softly. Dean quickly spun around, taking in the sight of his little brother. He still wore his pajamas: a grey T-shirt and brown sweatpants.

"Sam?" Dean whispered stunned, as he stood up. Stepping around the chair, he moved closer to the boy. Dark, jade green eyes looked at him, drinking in his sight. Sam took a step closer, bringing Dean out of his shock. The older man gave his little brother a weak, trembling smile.

"You're taller than me" he joked quietly. Sam's face split into a watered smile.

"Sammy" breathed Dean. Sam's tears started flowing; his brother was looking exactly like John, except the hair, and the boy's heart ached from that fact. Seeing his older brother's raw need in the green pools, Sam rushed forward and hugged his only real family. When Dean wrapped his arms tightly around him, the boy started sobbing so hard, his knees almost gave out from the force, but his brother held him up, took care of him as always.

"It's okay" whispered Dean softly in his brother's ear. "It's okay. I'm here. We're gonna be okay. I've gotcha… I've gotcha…"


The brothers were sitting on the worn couch in the living room, when Bobby looked in on them. Neither of them made any sound, mutely helping each other in their grief. They looked exactly like the kids, when the family came here after something exhaustingly terrible that the boys witnessed. Sam was in his brother's arms, almost in his lap, his fingers curled up tightly, fisting the grey T-shirt. His head was leaning on the strong shoulder, face hiding in the neck, eyes glinting sadly when they were out, gazing into the nothingness. Dean leaned his head on the silky locks, the few tears that could escape landing on them. He held his little brother tightly to his chest, eyes wandering everywhere, looking after any threats, protecting his sibling this way. Bobby sadly got back to the garage to finish up on his current job, a weary pick-up truck, leaving the boys alone.

Dean slowly stroked his little brother's back, rocking him gently back and forth. Sam's hiccups quieted down a few minutes ago, but his whole body was still shaking uncontrollably.

"What are we gonna do now?" asked Sam, his breath hitching in the middle of the sentence. Dean caressed the doe brown locks to calm him down and then he answered in a hushed tone:

"Bobby is helping me with the funeral. He invited some old friends and acquaintances and we organized the funeral party…" Sam heard a little anger and some reluctance at that in his brother's voice, but he let it go. "Everything is going down tomorrow."

"I'm scared" breathed Sam. Of course Dean heard it clearly.

"We're gonna be okay" the rocking got a tiny bit faster, as the soothing words drifted in his ears. "I'm here. It's okay… It's gonna be okay…"

Sam's eyes closed, heavy from emotional exhaustion. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep again.

TBC


So, did you like the fluffy-puffy? I think they're cute. And you saw a bit of the AUness. If you have any questions, PM me and I'll answer it. No spoilers though!

Sorry for the shortness! But the next chappy will be the funeral. I'm just too self-conscious about it, because I don't know how funerals go in America.

Anyway, see you soon!