Thanks for all the reviews for chapter 11! I'm really happy you guys are enjoying it so far and I hope you continue to. This chapter is a bit lighter and shorter so I hope it's okay.

Iken - this chapter is for you. You said you wanted to see the boys doing 'normal' things so here it is. I hope you like it.

Read and let me know what you think please. Enjoy! :)

"Is your bag all packed?" Dean asked as he finished loading the cooler for their trip.

"Yeah, I'm ready." Sam answered setting his duffle bag down on the kitchen table.

"Alright then, let's go." Dean shouldered his duffle before grabbing the cooler filled with snacks and drinks.

Sam grabbed his and followed Dean out to the Impala. Putting in one of his Metallica tapes, Dean grinned and started the engine. After getting onto the highway, Dean glanced over at Sam who was sitting quietly in the passenger seat. He seemed to be alright for the moment.

Ever since Sam's apparent suicide attempt a week ago, things had been more than a little tough. Dean was trying to give the kid a little bit of freedom in order to try to reestablish some amount of trust without giving him the opportunity to hurt himself. He hoped that this weekend camping trip would help to start a new chapter in their lives. He knew that they still had the trial to contend with but maybe he could give Sam a 'normal' life now.

"So, do you want hotdogs or burgers tonight or maybe some fresh caught fish?" Dean asked, hoping to keep Sam from being alone in his head for too long.

"You mean we'd catch the fish, ourselves?" Sam asked sounding genuinely surprised.

Dean smirked. "Yeah ourselves, it's not like there's going to be a supermarket down the road."

"You think we'll be able to?" He asked.

"I don't know, maybe. We can try it and if we don't catch anything, we can have the burgers or hotdogs. Whichever one you want." Dean answered.

Sam nodded. "Sounds like a plan."

Dean smiled.

A little while later they pulled up to the ranger's station outside the Lawrence city limits. Dean paid the five dollar parking fee and the ten dollar registration fee and then they were on their way.

"What about there?" Sam asked, pointing to an empty spot close to the river.

"Sure." Dean pulled the Impala into the dirt on the side and killed the engine.

"Should we go catch some fish now?" Sam asked getting out as well.

Dean smirked and laughed a little. "Only if you don't want a place to sleep."

"Oh right, the tent." Sam replied.

"Yeah, the tent." Dean popped the trunk and pulled out the three person tent.

"How do we set it up?" Sam asked.

"I'll teach you." He opened the box and first grabbed the spikes before unfolding the beige colored fabric. "Here, grab that end and flip it up."

Sam did as he was told and waited for the next set of instructions.

"Now we'll put one of these things, a spike, through this loop and into the ground to help keep it upright." Dean explained handing Sam the metal spike.

Sam set it in the proper hole and then picked up the mallet and began to pound it into the soft earth. When he was done, he looked at Dean for approval.

He nodded encouragingly. "Great job Sam, you're a pro."

Sam blushed a little. He wasn't used to compliments.

Half an hour later, they were done and Sam was actually a little proud that he'd put up most of the tent. Dean clapped Sam on the shoulder and then proceeded to unroll his sleeping bag. Sam put his next to Dean's.

"What do you say we go down to the river and try to catch ourselves some dinner?" Dean asked a few minutes later.

Sam nodded and grabbed his fishing pole. Dean smiled and grabbed his as well before leading the way to the river about twenty yards away. They rolled up their jeans and then Dean showed Sam how to set his bait. Sam smiled and tossed his line into the clear blue water.

Dean's smile got wider as he watched Sam over the next twenty minutes. While he wanted this to be a vacation for the two of them, especially Sam, he also wanted to keep Sam so busy he didn't have the chance to think about Frank or anything that had to do with that bastard.

"I think I got something!" Sam said excitedly.

Dean staked his fishing pole into the bank and walked over to Sam. He stood behind him and covered Sam's hands with his, guiding him in bringing the bass out of the river. It took a little work but eventually the two were successful and walking back to camp with Sam's fish.

"That was one damn good fish." Dean said after he was satisfied with his dinner.

Sam smiled a little and continued to eat his.

Dean waited until Sam was done before walking into the tent and grabbing something out of his duffle. "Now for something that no camping trip is complete without." Dean held up a box of graham crackers, a big bar of Hershey's candy and a bag of marshmallows. "S'more time."

Dean grabbed two skewers and handed one to Sam before giving him a marshmallow. "Hold it over the fire until you think you'd eat it." Dean said doing the same with his.

Sam sat beside Dean and held his marshmallow over the fire until Dean said. "You like burnt marshmallows?"

"Hunh?" Sam asked before noticing that his was on fire.

"It's okay, just knock it into the fire and I'll get you a new one." Dean reassured. "Here, try not to burn this one."

Sam looked a little embarrassed when Dean put his lightly toasted marshmallow on the crackers sandwiched between the melted chocolate.

"It's okay Sam. You haven't officially been camping until you've burnt your marshmallow." Dean replied. "That looks good." He handed Sam a piece of chocolate and two graham crackers.

Sam very carefully placed his marshmallow in-between the ingredients Dean had given him and took a bite.

"What do you think?" Dean asked after Sam had finished it.

"Gooey." Sam answered. "And tasty. Can I have another?"

"Course." Dean handed Sam his third marshmallow before leaning back and propping his booted feet against the fire.

A little while later after Sam had taken his meds and was growing tired, they decided to turn in. "Sweet dreams Sammy." Dean murmured as Sam nestled close to him.

The next morning, Sam and Dean woke to the sound of chirping birds nearby. "How'd you sleep?" Dean asked.

He was a bit surprised that they'd actually slept for the majority of the night. Normally Sam woke up at least twice and it always took a while for him to be able to fall back asleep. Last night, he'd only woken up once and had settled back down pretty quickly.

Sam yawned and stretched. "Good." He answered honestly.

"You want breakfast?" He asked.

Sam nodded. "What are you making?"

"What do you mean me? You could help out too." He said with a smile on his face.

Sam shook his head. "I'm your little brother. You're supposed to take care of me." He said flashing Dean his puppy-dog eyes.

Dean hung his head and laughed. "Fine my master, what would you like this morning?"

"Pancakes." Sam answered with a grin.

"Special pancakes or your normal?" Dean asked getting up and walking over to the picnic table.

"Special." Sam smiled and followed Dean out of the tent.

Dean grabbed the skillet from the trunk along with the box of pancake batter, a bag of chocolate chips and the syrup. "Since you've got me slaving over here, the least you can do is set the table."

"Okay." Sam got up and grabbed two plates, two cups and some forks and knives from the paper bag inside the tent.

"How many?" Dean asked after the pancakes were made.

"Um… three." Sam answered.

"Three? You gonna eat that many?" He asked.

"If I don't you can have them." Sam reasoned.

"Good point." Dean served Sam's plate and then his. "So what do you want to do today? We could go hiking, fishing again… your choice."

"Hiking could be fun but I really want to catch another fish!" Sam said proudly.

"We can do both. I think we should hike first and fish later. Sound okay to you?" He asked.

Sam nodded and then went to go get dressed. After he was done, Dean got dressed as well. They cleaned up the mess from their pancake breakfast and then debated about which trail to hike. After a little while, they decided to hike the 'Monroe Trail'.

"Woah! Dean look!" Sam exclaimed in an excited whisper.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Look, baby deer!" Sam said grabbing Dean's sleeve and pointing at the meadow up ahead.

"Cool." Dean said trying hard not to bring Sam's spirits down, these weren't the first deer he saw but the smile they put on Sam's face was well worth the three mile hike.

After the deer had been runoff much to Sam's disappointment by some noisy campers, they continued on their way until they came to the waterfall at the end of the trail. "Careful Sam." Dean cautioned as they crossed old wooden bridges that were missing several planks.

"I know." Sam retorted. "It's beautiful."

"Yeah, it is pretty neat." Dean agreed. It was an absolutely gorgeous day. The sun was out and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was also a nice temperature out considering the fact that it was late fall. The trees were a crisp dark green color and seemed as if they went on for miles. It was also peaceful hearing the splash of the waterfall behind them.

Sam turned around and took Dean by surprise when he gave him a hug. "Thanks for bringing me here."

"No problem kiddo. You having fun so far?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded.

"Go stand on that rock." Dean said pointing to a moss covered rock next to the waterfall.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"Because I want to take your picture." Dean answered.

"Okay." He stood and smiled wide and Dean clicked the picture.

"This is really cool but can we go catch some fish now? I mean can I go catch some fish now?" He asked making Dean laugh.

"Showoff." Dean gave Sam a light punch on the shoulder.

They walked back to camp, grabbed their fishing gear and went to the river. Though after half an hour and they hadn't caught anything, Dean decided that burgers and hotdogs would be fine.

"Do we have to go back?" Sam asked. He'd had a lot of fun this weekend and didn't want it to end.

"Yes we do. I have work and you have tutoring and therapy tomorrow." Dean answered. Sam had been begging to stay for one more day for the past couple of hours. He was really happy Sam had had a good time. After everything the kid had been through, he was more than deserving of it.

Sam frowned and crossed his arms. "Please Dean, please?"

"Sammy, we'll come back alright, this isn't the last time the two of us will ever go camping." Dean replied.

"Promise?" Sam asked.

"Promise kid." Dean said putting the last of their belongings in the trunk.

"Hey Sam, let's try something new today. Is that okay with you?" Dr. Boston asked a little ways into their session.

Sam nodded.

"Why don't you come sit over here? I think it'll be easier this way." She smiled, hoping that this new idea of hers would help.

Sam got up from his normal seat on the couch and walked over to the table, surprised to see several large pieces of blank paper and a box of crayons.

"I want you to draw the happiest time in your life for me." She instructed.

"I can't draw very well." Sam replied hesitantly.

"Don't worry about that. I'm not looking for the next Picasso, I just want you to draw whatever you want, whatever makes you happy." She answered.

Sam nodded and picked up a brown crayon and got to work. Dr. Boston sat back in her chair, discreetly observing how Sam very carefully chose each crayon.

"Done." Sam announced fifteen minutes later.

"That's good Sam, I like it." She encouraged. "Are you in the picture?"

Sam nodded.

"Can you show me what's happening in the picture?" She asked.

Sam was quiet for a few minutes. "It's… it's me and Dean, we're camping." He started.

"Are you having fun?" She asked knowing the question was slightly redundant.

Sam nodded again.

"What made it fun?" Dr. Boston smiled. This was the most talkative Sam had been and was certainly an improvement from where he was two weeks ago.

Sam shrugged. "I guess it was the fact that I got to be normal, to forget…" Sam drifted off feeling like he'd said too much.

"Forget what Sam?" She asked cautiously. She knew he'd more than likely shut off soon and was surprised when he did the opposite.

"The stuff I'd done. I mean, out… out there, it was just me and Dean. And we just hung out. We went hiking and he taught me to fish and how to cook s'mores and how to put up a tent. He said I caught the biggest one he'd ever seen." Sam was smiling as he relieved the camping trip he and Dean had recently been on.

"That's great Sam. Did you tell Dean you had fun?" She asked.

Sam nodded.

"And what did he say?" She asked.

"That… that he had fun too and that he used to go camping with his dad." Sam answered.

"I'm glad you had a good weekend Sam, unfortunately that's all the time we have today but I'll see you next Monday and keep up the good work." She smiled.

"Bye Doctor B." Sam said flashing her a small smile before walking out to the front waiting room.

Sam had gone out to the car and Dr. Boston and Dean were currently talking outside her office. "Keep up the good work Dean. I mean it." Dr. Boston said as she filled out Sam's next appointment card. "The camping trip you guys took. Good idea. I think he could really benefit from more things like that. Take him to the park, to museums, to movies because as much as he needs the academic stuff, he needs the social experiences just as much. The chance to experience everything he missed out on growing up."

Dean took the card and nodded, he agreed whole-heartedly.

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