(Ok, so first Lilybolt, I lied, I told you that there was going to be a funny story and there wasn't. Instead you got double punched in the feels. Next one I promise will be funny. Cross my heart.

Next thank you to Lilybolt, guest and Fightthefairys for your reviews. They make me smile and laugh and as I've said before cry.

I wanted this to go up to the current season but found out that it just wouldn't work.

Also, I have a new story up called 'A weekend at Rose red' it is a cross over between Supernatural and Stephen Kings 'Rose red' if you want to take a look at it.

I don't own Supernatural.

This is unbetaed all mistakes are my own.

Hope you enjoy.

Sam is 13

Dean is 17)

"Teachers," seventeen year Dean Winchester thought to himself as he put his head down on the hard wooden desk "When will they learn that if you turn the lights off in a classroom most of the students will sleep?" He should know, he was one of six kids in the twenty four kid classroom that had their head on their desk. Normally the movie would get his attention, it was all about witch hunts of the Massachusetts Bay colony, and despite what everyone thought Dean really did like history. But he had been up late last night hunting with his dad, Sirens where a bitch, and they didn't get back till almost two in the morning. He sighed and turned his head around trying to find a position so his teacher would think he was paying attention but in reality he could get some sleep for his next class. Too bad he couldn't sleep with his eyes open like Sammy did some nights.

He yawned again and closed his eyes and was just about to fall asleep when the teacher snapped the lights back on and kids began packing up to go to their next class. Dean sighed, guess he'd take a nap at the motel.

"Teachers, don't know that I need sleep." Dean sighed.

"Cops," twenty six year old Dean thought as he began to pick the handcuff with the paperclip the guy had been dumb enough to leave in the room with him "What do they know?" after a good five minutes Dean was able to pick the cuffs and grabbed their dads journal and ran out to find Sam. Their dad wasn't there and Dean knew Sammy was going to be pissed.

"Cops don't know not to leave paper clips with me." Dean smirked and walked a little faster as the police began to wonder where Dean went.

"Bobby," Twenty seven year old Dean thought as the father figure hollered at him for selling his soul "What does he know?" Bobby finally got done and asked how long he had and when Dean told him he was pretty sure Bobby was going to send him there early.

"Bobby doesn't know I can't live without him." Dean sighed as he watched the gradual rise and fall of Sam's chest as his younger brother breathed in and out in sleep.

"Sammy," Twenty eight year old Dean thought as hell hounds closed in around him. He looked at Sam and grinned knowing it didn't reach his eyes. "What does he know?" The beast growled and Dean, Sam, and Ruby ran.

"Sam doesn't know I did this for him." That was his last thought.

"Angels," Twenty eight year old Dean thought as he looked at the angel of the Lord Castiel as he took the knife that Bobby tossed at him out of his heart and Castiel pulled it out without even flinching and put Bobby to sleep to talk to Dean in private "What do they know?" Castiel told him that he was saved from hell.

"I'm not important enough to save."

"Adam," Twenty nine year old Dean thought as he watched Sam teach their half-brother how to shoot a gun. "What does he know? All he knows is how dad took him to baseball games on his birthday and hung out with him. I had to comfort Sam when dad missed his birthday and I had to tell myself that the job came first when my own birthday rolled around."

"Adam doesn't know he had it easy."

"Sammy," Thirty year old Dean thought as his vision came back into focus and his younger brother loomed over him. "What does he know?" He got to his feet and gave Sam a hug and Sam, Dean thought was caught off guard then Dean was angry. Sam had been back for a year and didn't tell him anything, not even a phone call to say that he was alright.

"Doesn't he know I worried about him for a full year?"

Dean sighed, of course they didn't know, he never told them.