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Dean was exhausted. After the boys got back to Tommy's house the night before, Dean couldn't fall back asleep. His adrenaline was racing. Not for fear of getting caught or in trouble, but from the thrill of the whole night. He convinced himself he needed it; to work out how he felt about his whole stupid family and their situation. But now, here he was, sitting in the backseat of Tommy's mom's minivan on his way to school Monday morning. Dean just wanted to go home and go to bed.

He sluggishly walked through the halls to first period, not paying attention to where he was going, when he ran into Amanda.

"Sorry Ms. Alden!"

"It's alright Dean," she said, laughing. He bent down to pick up the papers he caused her to drop. "You boys have fun last night?"

"What?" His mind flashed back to the barn. Okay, maybe he was a little nervous about getting caught. "Oh, yeah we did."

"Looks like it. Your mom was looking for you earlier. See you in class this afternoon."

Dean tilted his head back and groaned as Ms. Alden walked off. He did not feel like walking all the way down to the other end of the hallway to the 7th grade classes. But slowly and surely, he did.

"Hey Mom," he said when he stepped in through the open door.

"Hey baby, how was last night?"

"Fun," Dean yawned.

"Now you know why your father and I say no to sleepovers on school nights," Mary said, softly laughing. She turned around and started writing her daily lesson plan on the whiteboard. "I have a doctor's appointment after school. I need you to get Sammy home and watch him for a couple hours."

"Why can't you call Dad?" Dean whined. The idea of him babysitting and entertaining his little brother just added to his exhaustion.

"I'll only be a couple hours," Mary repeated. And I don't really trust him to be with you two right now.

"I'll bring dinner," she added.

Dean shrugged and rubbed his eyes. He caught his mom's coffee sitting on the desk. "Can I? Please?"

"Yes, you may," Mary corrected. English teachers.

Dean happily picked up the travel cup and took a giant chug, his face scrunching from the bitter taste. "Bleh!"

"Sorry, should have warned you there wasn't anything in it."

Dean smacked his lips together to try to get rid of the taste in his mouth. He readjusted his backpack and left the classroom.

"Have a good day!" Mary cried out after him.

Dean stood at his place outside the gate on the other side of the school for Sam. This was the longest day of his life and he was ready for it to be over.

"DEEAAANNNN!" Sam screamed, running out of the gate all happy and excited. Great, he was full of energy. Too much energy. "GUESS WHAT?"

"What?" Dean mumbled.

"TODAY IS KACEY AND KATIE'S BIRTHDAY AND THEY BOTH BROUGHT CUPCAKES AND COOKIES FOR OUR ENTIRE CLASS!"

Yup, that explained it.

Dean had to basically hold the kid in his lap on the ride home to keep him from skyrocketing through the roof of the bus. Dean hoped that with any luck, they would get home and Sam would have an epic sugar crash. It was the exact opposite.

From the moment they got home, Dean collapsed on the couch and Sam basically started tearing up the house. He spilled all his coloring supplies and he busted out the video games and he dumped all his legos on the floor and yet nothing satisfied him.

"Sam!"

"YEAH?"

"Can you just shut up and sit down?"

Sam screamed as he ran down the hallway for the third time. Now he was playing Batman with a pillowcase as his cape.

"I'll turn on one of your stupid cartoons!"

"MY CARTOONS ARE NOT STUPID!"

Dean picked up one of the throw pillows on the floor and squished it into his face.

"Can you at least run around outside?" Dean whined into the pillow.

Sam ran down the hallway a fourth time.

Dean threw the pillow and ran over and grabbed him by the waist.

"Sam! Seriously! You are killing me man!"

Sam looked up at him with big, wide eyes.

"Why are you so grumpy?"

"Because my little brother won't-"

Dean bit his tongue to stop himself from saying something he was going to regret.

"Please Sam?"

Sam pushed Dean's hands off him and went out the front door. Dean sighed in relief and went back over to the couch. He turned on some tv program he isn't allowed to watch and began to slowly doze off. He was just about to fall asleep when-

"DEEEAAAN!"

Dean shot up on the couch. That was a horrible scream. That was the worst scream. That was the scream that made everything stop.

Just as he stood up to run outside, Sam came in holding his face, blood and tears running down.

"Sammy, what happened?"

"I-I-I fell off my b-b-bike!" Sam sobbed.

"How?" Dean asked, removing Sam's hand and looking at his face. He had skinned his chin pretty bad.

"T-There was a rock and I-I wanted to go around it and I turned the h-handlebars too fast and I fell!"

"Okay, come on," Dean said, taking Sam's hand and leading him into the bathroom. He picked Sam up and set him on the counter.

"Hold this," he said while handing Sam a cold, wet cloth to put on his face. "You can stop crying now."

"But it hurts!" Sam said, no longer sobbing but still gasping for air.

"Oh don't be so dramatic."

Dean found the first aid stuff and started cleaning up Sam's face. He took the cloth and wiped up all the blood and dirt. It didn't need stitches, but it was definitely an ugly injury. Sam's face was going to be messed up for weeks.

Sam started to catch his breath and was now hiccuping. Dean smeared antibiotic cream on his chin.

"You want dinosaurs or superheroes?"

"Dinosaurs," Sam hiccuped. Dean opened the box, pulled out a green bandaid with a raptor on it, and stuck it on Sam's face.

"Go sit on the couch. I'll clean up outside."

Sam jumped off the counter and slowly walked out to the living room. Dean cleaned up the bathroom, then went out front to get Sam's bike. He found it on it's side on the sidewalk, next to a big rock as Sam said. He picked the bike up and put it back in its place in the garage. When he went back inside the house, he found Sam curled up on the couch.

"Move over," Dean mumbled. Sam pulled his knees to his chest to make room on the couch for Dean. He changed the channel to one of Sam's cartoons.

When Mary came home, she found the both of them asleep on the couch.

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