A/N

Alright here it is. Hope you enjoy it. Read the A/N from chapter seven for anything delightful haha. And, I will start the sequel on the trip, when I get back, sometime in the next two weeks. But, if I don't die before my trip is over, well I'll be back.

Chapter Eight

They had stopped back at the motel for showers and then headed out. Dean was intent on leaving as soon as possible, and that is exactly what they did.

"So what was the deal with that kid?" Sam asked breaking the silence of the car.

"Um, I don't really care," Dean shrugged as he continued. "But I'm guessing the kid was taking his anger out of his horrible life on some other kids. I don't know, they probably made fun of him or something stupid like that."

"So, I guess Old Man Serra wasn't really a catch huh?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Silence filled the impala as they drove around the curve. "Hey Sam?"

"Yeah Dean?" Sam responded as his eyes shifted towards Dean for a second, and then back at the road.

"You know it's your crack research that got us mixed up in the first place," Dean said waving a finger towards Sam in the driver's seat.

"Dean-"

"I always knew I was better at research." And with that Dean earned a smack on the back of his head. "Hey, two hands on the wheel College Boy, two hands."

Dean grinned as he looked out the window. The first thing he noticed was the ocean, the very same one as years before.

"Dean," the voice was soft, sweet, but ecstatic.

"What Sammy?" He didn't have time for this. John was waiting out in the car, they were going out on the hunt. But Dean had to make sure Sam would be okay first, before they left, just in case.

"When you get back, will you teach me how to swim?" Dean looked at Sammy oddly. His eyes were big, and brown, and filled with that puppy dog look he had perfected. But there was something else; there was hope, wonder, and excitement for something so new and strange.

"Sure Sammy," Dean replied as he pulled the covers tight up to the younger boy's chin. "But not tonight, go to sleep and when you wake up I'll be right here. And then tomorrow I'll teach you." Dean got up as he shut off the light and made his way to the motel room door.

"Promise?" the little voice squeaked out between a yawn.

"I promise." Looking back at the now asleep figure once more, Dean opened the door and made his way out.

"Hey Dean?" Sam's voice brought Dean out of his daze.

"Mmm?"

"Thanks." They both knew what for, but neither spoke it. Dean looked at Sam and smirked. And then he smacked Sam.

"Hey, hey, hey, what was that for?"

"Because I can."