Three weeks had past since the Hunningberg gig. The Winchesters were in some motel, north of Texas and south of the Canadian border. John wasn't sure where they were going to live next; Texas had been good to them. The small city of London was private and pleasant; it would be hard to find a similar place to raise three young boys. It was a Thursday afternoon and Dean and Sam were restless in the small room.

"Dean," Sam whined. "Can't we go outside and play?"

"No, Sammy. Dad said to stay here." Dean stood at the bathroom stink, rinsing out two cereal bowls.

"But, Dean, I'm bored. There's nothing to do here. How come we can't go back to London?" Dean sighed, enough with the questions, Sammy.

Like most things, that night three weeks ago was never formally discussed. John told Sam they had to move on because the work in London was bad. For Dean, John briefly told his son what happened. He entrusted Ben in Dean's care like he did Sam.

"Ben can't play outside yet," Dean tried to reason with the seven-year-old.

"Dean, please. Just for a little bit?" Sam was now hovering over the toddler on the floor. He felt the child's stomach, rubbing it lightly. "Ben's hungry, Dean. I can feel it." The older boy grunted looking at Sam threw the mirror. "Dean…" Sam started again.

"Lay off Sam." Dean turned around to face his little brothers on the floor. Well, Ben's a Winchester now, too, he thought. Sam pouted again.

"I'm hungry too, Dean," Sam moaned. Here we go. Those eyes always get me.

"You just had a bowl of cereal!"

"But, Dean, that was like forever ago." No, it was like twenty minute ago, Sammy.

"Dean," Sam growled, this time. Geez, how many times is he gonna say my name?

"Hey! Don't get angry, little brother." Not only was Sam restless, he now became hungry, add a bit of tired and you had a very grumpy little boy. Sam stood up and began towards the door.

"I'm playing outside!" Sam stomped. Right, dad would be so pissed if I let you, you little run.

"Okay, okay," sighed Dean. "I'll go get you some candy from the machine. Stay here with Ben, and lock the door. Don't open it for anyone. Understand?"

"Yes, Dean."

Sam squealed with excitement; he didn't get candy much. Dean often used the sweets as leverage with Sam. Practically running to the vending machines, down the hall, Dean popped in a dollar. He picked out M&M's, as they were his favorite candy and a packet of Starburst for Sam. He than hurried back to their room, knocking a pattern he taught Sam, for situations like this. When Sam didn't open, Dean got worried.

"Sammy! Open up!" Dean banged on the door. "Sammy!" The door opened slowly, and Dean took a defensive position.

"Why are you pounding on the door Dean?" Sam asked. On instinct, Dean placed his arm across Sam and made sure the room was clean of anything harmful. Satisfied Dean grabbed Sam harshly by the shoulders shaking the younger male.

"Why didn't you open the door?" Dean yelled.

"You didn't do the secret knock," Sam bluntly said.

"Yes, I did. You didn't answer!"

"Sorry, Dean." Sam looked to the ground. "I went potty." Oh, brother, you were taking a leak!

"Sammy, it's okay. I just got scared when you didn't answer and I couldn't hear Ben." Dean shut the door and moved to the child on the floor, quietly playing with his train.

"You were scared, Dean?" With wide-eyes, Sam didn't know his big brother could be scared, he was eleven after all.

"No," Dean quickly asserted. "Just worried… here, eat your Starbursts." Dean threw the packet over to Sam, which Sam caught with ease. Sam would now be content for at least an hour or so. Dean turned to his attention to Ben.

"Sorry, Ben." He softly rubbed the child's head like he had seen Louise do. The toddler cooed and laughed at the touch of Dean. The eldest Winchester son had a special way with kids, it was awkward at times and didn't come out very often, but dealing with Sam for the last seven years taught him a thing or two.

"Sammy was being a brat," he said, sticking his tongue out at his brother. He could still act like a kid. Sam stuck his tongue out in retaliation and the gooey mess of candy dribbled from the corners of his lips. Dean could roll his eyes. Dean learned that Ben only responded if you spoke loud and looked directly at him, so he positioned himself crossed legged in front of the child.

"Can I play?" Ben smiled and passed him a toy. "Thanks buddy."

Eventually John came back from researching at the local library. About half past 4, Ben lay sleeping on the bed. John noted the blue baby blanket under him; Dean must have laid the child on it, not wanting the musk of the motel bed to bother the child.

"Hey boys," the father said calmly. Sam jumped up from his position in front of the TV and leaped into his fathers' arms.

"Daddy!"

"Hey, Sammy," John said, messaging the boy's head, "Shoo pal, Ben's sleeping."

"It doesn't bother him," Dean noted.

"But, nonetheless. Whatcha you boys do all afternoon?"

"Nothing, he" Sam glared at Dean, "wouldn't let me play outside!"

"Good boy, Dean," John laughed quietly. Dean only nodded as he scribbled on some paper.

"But I'm bored, Dad." Sam yawned.

"Oh, yeah, I can see that." Looking around the small room, there was a litter of Starburst wrappers, toys sprawled everywhere, and a makeshift tent. "Dean didn't do anything fun with you?" Sam shook his head.

"Liar," snarled Dean. "We played fort and watched TV and Simon says."

"But we didn't play outside," frowned Sam.

"Maybe tomorrow, Sammy," Dean reasoned.

"Okay, Dean."

"Can we have spaghetti tonight?" Where does this kid get the energy? Too many questions, Dean thought.

"How 'bout some pizza, Sammy?" said John. Mmm pizza. John put down his notebook and looked around for the phone.

"I don't want pizza."

"Tough luck, kid," grunted John.

"Daddy, we had pizza last night." Even at seven, Sam was concerned about eating right. It was all the talk shows and news programs him and Dean would watch during the day.

"Sam, that's enough. Its just food." John never had patience for Sam and his questions. Dean always followed orders at the snap of a finger. He loved his youngest with all his heart, but the kid knew how to get a raise out of his father.

"He's tired, Dad. He didn't take a nap today," Dean snickered. Even demon hunter's need naps, dad.

"Oh, well take a nap, Sam."

"I'm not tired," Sam shot Dean another angry look. "Dean doesn't know that I'm tired." Oh, yes I do. I know everything you feel. John knew Dean's notion were true too.

"Sam!" John's yell made Sam jump in his seat. He hates when Daddy yells.

"Come on, Sammy. Let's lay down until dinner," Dean hopped in. He was always the negotiator between the older and younger male.

Sighing John knew he didn't have to yell at Sam all the time, but it was quicker and easier than spanking the child. At times, the father found it impossible to read his youngest son.

Dean led Sam by the hand to the bed farthest from the door

"But, Dean, I said I wasn't tired," Sam whispered, so that John wouldn't hear him. John was on the other side of the room calling for pizza.

"You didn't take a nap today." Dean now was in auto mode, speaking in monotone and very bluntly. Looking at his little brother, Dean could see Sam searching for a comeback.

"It's okay to be tired, Sammy. I'm tired, too." Dean pretended to yawn. That'll do the trick, he thought.

"Okay. If you're tired, too…"

"Yes, that's Wakeford, room 234." John had quickly learned that the hunting business left you penniless, and moving from one town to another made it easier to created fake names. Credit card companies graciously handed out their service to anyone willing to accept a card.

Sam put his head on the pillow, lying on his back. He didn't close his eyes though.

"Dean, come on. Lay down," Sammy whined. Rolling his eyes, Dean jumped on the bed and stuffed his face into the pillow.

"Sam, close your eyes," he mumbled, barely audile threw the pillow. Sam scrunched his nose and wrinkled his eyes.

"They are closed, Dean."

"No they aren't," again monotone. Knowing Sam wouldn't close his eyes until he felt safe and was sure Dean would stay by his side, Dean rested his hand on the child's belly. This is weird. Why are you so paranoid, Sammy? He yawned again; maybe he was tired after all. Dean knew why and he didn't really think it was weird that Sam wanted his protection. Plus, everyday Dean woke up to his little brother being curled up tightly next to him; and everyday he'd find his arm propped on Sam's chest, know Sam put it there.

Hearing a tiny voice giggle, Dean rolled to his back. He soon realized Sam wasn't next to him, and he bolted to a sitting position. Looking around, he let out a sign of relief when he saw his dad and younger brother eating pizza.

"Guess you were tired, huh?" John said, stuffing another piece of pizza in his mouth. Shaking his head, Dean rubbed his eyes to see clearly.

"Yeah, I guess." He moved to the table, scooting Sam off his chair.

"Hey!" shouted Sam.

"I'm older," Dean only grunted.

"Come here, Sammy. Sit with me." John picked up Sam and sat him on his knee, handing the boy another slice of pizza.

"Okay daddy." John and Sam were okay, at least for a while. "Dean, you're spilling!"

Looking down at his shirt, Dean couldn't see any spots of pizza.

"Your chin, silly," laughed Sam. John chuckled too. He only missed moments like these when he allowed himself the time to remember the way life was before Mary died.

"Oh there." Dean smeared the tomato sauce from his mom, using the back of his hand. Sam politely shoved a napkin towards his older brother. Where does he get these manners? Dean took the napkin only to humor his brother.

John lifted Sam off his lap, placing him the chair and than moved towards his bed. Baby Ben still laid quietly, his tiny chest moving up and down. John figured he should wake him up soon, it only being six thirty. The father had quickly learned from his rowdy Sammy that if a child napped to long during the day, it would be hell at night trying to get him to sleep.

Ben's eyes bolted open, giving John a little startle. Only moments after the baby opened his eyes, a siren erupted through the small room. At the initial wail of the fire alarm, Ben began to cry. This was the first time Ben had reacted to any noise in the three weeks the Winchesters had traveled. But unlike other babies, the cries of the child weren't out of control and death piercing. John quickly noted this.

"Dad!" Sam screamed. Freak out, Sammy, freak out. Dean scowled; he was just biting into another slice of pizza.

"It's nothing, Sam," John said, picking up Ben and rocking him in his arms. "Some kid probably just pulled the fire alarm."

"Yeah, Sammy. Don't worry about it," Dean grumbled, his mouth full of pepperoni and cheese. Always alert, John moved to grab his gun from the nightstand; he was becoming a player in the whole hunt for evil, so he never could be too careful.

"Dean," he called. Dean didn't answer, only stuffed his face with more pizza. "Dean!" This time John yelled.

"What?" He received the famous John Winchester glare and immediately his face went from a dopey kid to a solider ready for action.

"Put a coat on Sam and grab yours, than get the salt and holy water," ordered John.

"Yes sir," snapped Dean. Moving fast, he grabbed his coat and rushed to Sam with his.

"Dean, I can put on my own coat," Sam whined.

"Sam!" John hollered. Sam was always a quick learner and at a young age, he figured out that when his dad used that tone and when he wasn't 'Sammy', he should just be quiet and go with the flow.

"Let's go wait outside." Quickly changing the subject, John motioned to the door. They could have been a fire.

Okay, I didn't get to the deaf stuff yet… but one; I'm researching and two; this was a good place to stop and I wanted to get another chapter out. Trying to keep you interested, plus draw in some more readers! This is a tough world, fan fiction. :P JK! It is pretty hard to keep up with four characters and trying to keep their personalities as they are in the show. Hopefully, I'm doing all right with that. Suggestions are always welcome!  I still don't think there will be a main plotline in this story, concerning a hunt, etc. That is just too much for me to think of. We'll see though… Okay, all done. Please R/R and spread the word! Thanks for reading and the reviews.