Disclaimer: Supernatural isn't mine.

A/N: So Dean is around 7 and Sam is around 3. Also, there is a certain someone who's keen eye for detail may allow them to notice that I'm giving them a shout out.


(.childhood dream)

You stumble on what he can do so easily and he just rises, up and up. He holds your father's attention and it's as if one gaze passes you while the other sees nothing but you. And for that one person who sees the world in you, you want to be anything that might make him proud. So you make a wish and squeeze your eyes, but you're still you and he is still untouchable.

wWw

[He knows Dean is back, not by some sort of bonding of souls and sense of location, but because the door slams shut behind him.

"Dean!" Sam shrieks and Pastor Jim (a name Sam now knows, though he calls him mister church man) welcomes Dean with a bit more ease in his tone.

All day, Dean does something that he calls 'paper pushing' and Sam wishes desperately to be part of it. Instead, he is stuck here, crowded by too tall people and boredom.

Dean is the sort of guy who has a smile in his pocket and a presence bigger than most. So it was easy to get caught up in adventure and not care that his view is small, that there is so much that he does not understand. Now though, Dean leaves and comes back a little smarter each day.

Sam is falling behind. He's never not followed Dean, so he has to say it one night when Dean is sitting on his bed and looking at the ceiling.

Sam jumps on top of Dean, shoves his face right in front of Dean and says, "I wanna be Dean!"

And Dean snickers, dark and incredulous, though Sam only registers that Dean is laughing.

Dean's voice lilts as he says, "Why do you want ta be me?"

"Because you know everything!" and then Sam looks away, muttering jealously, "And you're tall."

Snickers turn wholehearted and the words roll off of Dean's tongue, smooth and easy, "Nah. You should be someone more you're speed." And because Sam is small and sweet and Dean just learned about this guy today, Dean suggests, "How about Gandhi? The teach says he eats a lot of fruits."

And Sam is loyal, ever loving of anything Dean tells him, so Sam offers, in a small voice, "I like watermelon."

Dean cracks a lopsided smile, freckles and openness turning him seven again, and Sam beams back.]