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"Wow!"

Sam was staring hungrily at the photos Dean had given him.

"Ha!" Sam held up one of him and Dean. "I'm taller than you!"

Dean took the photo. "Yeah. You were nightmare to buy clothes for. From about the age of twelve you didn't stop growing."

Sam flipped through the rest of the photos.

"Hey, that's Mom and Dad. I've seen this picture before."

"Yeah. I've had it a while."

"What does Dad looks like now? Do you have any pictures?"

Dean's stomach turned and he took the photos from Sam. "None on me, Sam. Sorry"

"Oh." Sam peered at him. "We do... we do still talk to Dad...don't we?"

Dean looked away. "Sure. Sure we do."

"And he's okay?"

Sam couldn't quite speak but nodded once.

"What's your wife like?"

Dean choked on his drink.

"Wife?!"

"Yeah. Didn't you say you were in your thirties?"

"So? There is no rule about when you get married, Sammy."

"But...but all the girls are always trying to get near you at school. I've seen them."

Dean gave a small laugh. "Yeah, well. With... my job it's kind of hard to settle down, Sammy."

"Who do you live with? Or are you by yourself?"

"No. I live with you."

"Really? Don't I have a girlfriend either?"

"Urm...no."

"Good! I hate girls."

"You'll change your mind on that one soon enough, dude."

Sam pulled a face, then smiled. "What's our house like?"

Dean looked at Sam, wondering how best to soften the blow.

"I'm not going to lie, Sammy. We travel around a lot."

"Like now?"

"Yeah, just like now."

"Oh."

Dean sighed and walked away. Trying to make their lives sound appealing to a ten-year-old wasn't the easiest thing in the world.

"It's never boring Sam. I can promise you that."

"What about...the pain you were talking about?"

Dean frowned, searching for words.

"Sam...no matter what... we look out for each other. Some things... you don't need to know about yet. You're just going to have to trust me."

Sam nodded, his eyes on the floor.

"Are you ready to speak to Uncle Cas? He's going to help us make you big again?"

"I think so."

"Scared?"

"No!"

Dean smiled at him, eyebrow raised.

"Maybe a little" Sam said.

"It will be okay. I promise."

"Will you stay with me?"

Dean looked at Sam. His eyes so young, so scared.

"Always."