A/N: I really was going to update two weeks ago. But then I had a moment of brilliance...sorta. The chapter I had written was about Dean's birthday. Then I realized his birthday is next month. So I decided to wait and post it then. Unfortunately, that meant I had nothing for right now. And I couldn't write anything long, so I put four little ones together. They're all very cute, at least I think so. Enjoy!

"I'm bored," Sam whined. "Play a game with me."

"Not right now Sammy, I need to finish my homework," Dean told his little brother. "Dad will kill me if I don't."

Sam looked over his brother's shoulder and watched as the fourteen year old worked half a math problem before erasing it all. He watched the same process another three times. By that time Dean looked ready to throw the book out the window.

"The answer's 5x," Sam said. "Now can we play a game?" Dean whipped his head around to stare at the ten year old.

"How did you do that?" Dean asked.

"My teacher says I'm advanced for my age," Sam said, a hint of pride in his voice. Dean continued to look at his brother in amazement. Sam was working ninth grade math, and he was only in the fifth! A smile worked its way onto Dean's face.

"I have a new game, Sam. I write down a problem and we see who can solve it first. Loser buys ice cream."

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It was raining. Still. It had been raining for the past three days. Three days stuck inside with nothing to do.

"Deeeeeaaan!!" Dean groaned at the sound of his name. He had been so proud when Sam had learned to say his name.

"Deeeeaaan!!" God, how he wished his brother had never learned to talk.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

They played battleship: Sam won. They played Uno: Sam won. They played checkers: Sam won. They played monopoly: Dean cheated like crazy, Sam still won. They raced from the motel to the park: Dean let Sam win.

Sam smiled, dimples flashing. Losing really wasn't that bad.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Christmas was for babies. Dean had long ago stopped believing in Santa and angels. He knew better than to expect toys, a snowy wonderland, and a big dinner surrounded by family. At eight, Dean was disillusioned to the holiday spirit. Which would explain why he was speechless when he woke up to see a small pile of wrapped gifts on the table. And was that his dad in the kitchen making pancakes?

Sam was already tearing the paper off his few presents, his face glowing with happiness. Dean glanced out the window and saw specks of white falling. Running to the window he was greeted with the sight of a snow dusted parking lot. He turned to look back at his family. Sam crawling around on the ground, playing with his new Matchbox car, John putting a plate piled high with pancakes on the table. It was snowing outside.

Christmas miracles did happen. Who knew?

A/N: Everybody say it with me now: AAAAWWWWW! Okay, now go put that into a review!...please. And just in case I can't update anytime soon (vacation and what-not): HAPPY HOLIDAYS! HAPPY NEW YEAR! Stay safe everyone!