A/N: YEAH GO ME ANOTHER UPDATE... )

Oh and I dont think I put a disclaimer in the first chapter... whoops.

Disclaimer: I don't own, I'm not making money of 'em... no need to sue me.

Within in seventeen minutes they finally made it to the park, although it seemed like an half an hour to Dean. Having a four year old in the back seat asking 'are we there yet' every couple seconds tends to make the ride seem longer. Dean had threatened his younger brother in order to make him stop but it only made the younger continue his earlier game of questions that he had started with his brother.

"Watcha doin' Dean?" The smaller stretched his neck as far as it would go as he tried to look over his brothers shoulder.

"Playing game boy." Dean didn't even bother taking his eyes off the game, 'cause he knew his brother was just trying to be annoying.

"Can I play?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because you'll kill me."

"No I wont. Please?" Dean heard his brother whine, and saying please over and over again was really getting on his nerves.

"Mom are we there yet?" Dean looked at his mother, the tone in his voice almost pleading with his mother to hurry up.

"Yes." Sam face lit up with his big toothy grin as he quickly unbuckled himself from his car seat. Dean stared at him, most kids his age still had trouble undoing the straps on the stupid car seats, but not Sam. Sam had easily past the intellect of a normal four year old, knowing exactly what to do under pressure, and not talking to strangers… unlike a normal kid who still hasn't learned to not talk to someone you don't know .

Dean unbuckled himself and opened the door as Sam brushed past him, running over to the slides as his mother called him. Sam stopped dead in his tracks and looked back at his mother and slow brother who was still sitting in the car playing that blasted electronic device.

"Dean put the game away and watch your brother." Dean looked at her and was about to say something in protest but his mother put an end to anything he was about to say. "No discussion, now go watch him. I'll be watching from the bench." Dean shut the game off and slowly made his way to his brother, mumbling incoherent things under his breath as he went.

Sam grabbed his brothers hand and dragged him over to the slides. Sam let go and started to climb the ladder heading up to the top of the so called 'highest slide in little kid history'. Dean glanced around the park, taking in his surroundings, noticing that there weren't really that many people here. Then he remembered it was also nine in the morning. He glanced back over to his mother who was sitting on the bench, now talking to one of the other mothers holding a small child in her hands.

"Dean, watch me." Dean looked back at his brothers smiling face as he slid down the huge slid, catching him when he came to the end so he wouldn't fall to the ground. "Did you see that? That was so cool." Dean nodded as his little brother ran back around the slide and once doing the whole entire process over.

Dean laughed as he watched as the younger Winchester ran over to the that Zippy thing, that only lasted about five seconds but still able to amuse a small child for a few minutes… or in Sam's case two times across.

Sam ran around the park, slide after slide, seesaw to the chain ladderand after a while Dean was having trouble keeping him, all he could really see was a small blur that kept running all over the place. After a few minutes Sam had begun to slow down and finally made it to the swings. He sat on one of the swings calling for Dean to come push him… but after a couple minutes of no one coming up behind him and pushing him, he began to lookfrantically around the park, calling for his brother over and over.

"Dean!" Sam got up from his place on the swing and began to run to everyplace he had been while being at the playground, which happened to be everywhere. "Dean!"

Mary looked away from the woman she had been talking to, and looked over to where her little boy, who was now standing at the 'highest slide ever in little kid history'. She heard him call for Dean and when he didn't come she could see the tears streaming down his face. Mary walked, almost ran, over to her little boy, glancing around him for any sign of her other son.

"Sammy, where's Dean?" Sam shook his head as the tears continued to come. He lifted his arms in the air and waited for his mom to pick him up.

Mary picked her smallest child up and began walking around the park calling out Dean's name.

"Excuse me?" Mary walked over to one of the parents watching over their own child. "Have you seen a boy about this high," indicating his height with her free hand. " Short brown hair, green eyes, he's wearing blue jeans and a grey t-shirt." The person shook their head and Mary walked away calling his name and asking anybody she came across if they've seen him.

She had gone over the entire park three times, and still didn't spot Dean anywhere. Suddenly her phone rang and she jumped slightly as the noise echoed through the air. She took it out of her pocket and answered as she continued to look around the park.

"Hello?" Mary's voice trembled slightly as she began talking to the person on the other line.

"Mary, it's John. Are you ok?"

"Oh God John."

"Mary what's wrong?" John voice grew louder with worry as his wife didn't answer. "Mary!"

"John, Dean's gone."

A/N: ... For those of you read my previous stories and realize that I hate John, you will be surprised to know that I won't be mean to him in this story like the others. )

... Dean's gone... it always happens to Dean... always, no matter what. :sighs:

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