The typos are strong in this one.

I did this with a very sore hand, so I'm terribly sorry that it's terrible.

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A STORY OF FICTION MADE BY ME AND SOLEY ME. THE CHARACTERES BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTFUL CREATORS AND I TAKE NO CREDIT OF THEM WHAT-SO-EVER.

ENJOY LILY!

Sams first day of school was hard for Dean. The stupid part, was that Sams class was starting on a Friday, who does that?

He had to make both their lunches, get Sammy up early so he could brush his teeth and shower, get breakfast for Sam while he had a shower, have his own shower, get them both dressed, get both their bags ready, write a note to John telling him Dean was talking Sam to the park after school, and then eat a granola bar as they walked out the door.

Dropping him off was the worst, because that meant he had to leave Sam in a place he didn't know very well, and that ended in Sam trying to hightail it out of the school gates when no one was looking.

Sam cried a bit, clinging to Dean, and looking at him with huge puppy dog eyes that Dean nearly gave into.

"I'll see you at lunch," he said when Sam finally agreed to enter the classroom, " and by then you probably won't want to hang out with me, you'll have made your own friends.

Sam didn't really believe Dean, but then there he was, waiting for him outside his classroom at lunch.

"We're drawing pictures, Sally, shes the girl that sits next to me, she's drawing her dogs. I'm drawing you a picture! I hope you'll like it."

Sam was smiling at Dean with all his teeth, which Dean always thought was adorable.

"Dean?" Sam asked a few minutes later, "Where's Cassiel?"

Dean still smiled when Sammy tried to say Cas' full name. Sam never really cared enough to just say it the short way.

"He doesn't go here," Dean shrugged, "He goes to the Christian school two streets over."

"Oh, that must be boring for you."

"Yeah," Dean said sadly, "it is. Every other person in my grade is boring."

The bell rang, and Sams shoulders dropped.

"I still haven't made friends like you said."

Dean didn't reply, just kept walking Sam back to his class.

"You will," he said as Sam was putting his lunchbox back in his bag.

Sam smiled at him and walked back into his class.

Dean didn't try to walk faster to get to class, he had explained to his teacher the day before that he might be late on Sammys first few days. And his teacher was super cool, maybe it was because his dad had explained to he school that he worked more than either of the boys like, and Dean did most of the work around the house, so she let him off on little things.

When school ended, Dean was waiting outside Sams classroom, with both their bags, and two chocolate milks from the canteen.

"Ready?"

"Yep!"

Sam seemed super excited on the walk home, and when Dean asked him why, he handed Dean a picture.

"It's you a Cassiel. See, that's your favorite green jumper, and that's Cassiels dads trench coat that he always wears, and you's are playing in Cassiels back yard. See! Cassiel is reading and you are playing with your cars."

Sam was smiling really big at Dean when Dean looked up.

"This is awesome Sammy. I love it."

Sam looked like he could burst from happiness then.

"Hey, wanna go to the park? You look like you're full of energy."

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Sam yelled, it had been over a week since Dean had taken him, so that was no suprise.

And when they got home, while Sam told John about his first day at school, and they helped themselves to the pizza John (nerdfighters unite) had brought home, Dean went upstairs to put his new picture on his wall.

As Dean was walking back down he heard Sam and John talking about the park.

"Dad, why are you never mad that me and Dean go to the park without asking?"

"I'm not going to stop you boys having fun Sammy. As long as you're with Dean, and you have left a note so I know where you are, I won't be mad."

"Oh, so me and Dean can go get ice-cream tomorrow after school tomorrow?"

"Sammy," John said lightly, slapping a hand softly to his sons back, "tomorrow is Saturday."