A/N: So I'm determined to write a chapter that's happy and is of the tone I want the rest of them to be like. It's so hard to remember to write cell instead of mobile. Also, I have no idea about time zones so don't kill me if I have got it wrong. Follow me on tumblr: dark-e-midnight. Please read and review. All mistakes are my own and there are probably lots of them because I typed this past midnight on my mobile.

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I glared at my watch impatiently hoping more time had passed then I had guessed. Nope. If anything, LESS time then my estimate had passed. Why did Sam have to go to a lecture on the day my Lit class was cancelled? I was SO bored. I picked up my phone idly and phoned Haley. It went to voice mail. Where was everyone? Could they all be avoiding me? If something didn't happen soon, I was going to DIE of boredom. Just as I was about to chuck my cell back on to the sofa and face plant into a cushion, I caught sight of the name Winnie. Well, why not phone Dean? Our conversations were certainly interesting if nothing else. Before I could stop and consider what I was about to do, I dialled.

"Is Sammy alright?"

I rolled my eyes "Yeah, Sam's alright. You ALWAYS ask me that. What do you think could possibly be wrong?" I asked petulantly. When I was bored I acted like a five-year-old. Go figure.

I could hear him considering his answer. "Sweetheart, you have no idea the trouble Samantha can get into." He replied in a lightly.

I did my best to ignore the nickname as I twirled a piece of hair around my finger. I didn't want to get distracted from my chance to glimpse into the mysterious Winchester history. "Ok. Well give me an idea of the trouble he can get into."

He laughed. "Darling, when he was 5, he jumped off a roof."

YES, this was the reprieve from boredom I'd been looking for. Although Sam jumping from a roof was not good. It was probably a low roof. "NO WAY!"

"Yes way." Dean bantered back.

"Why did he do that?" I didn't even dare to imagine what possible explanation this had. Why the hell would a five-year-old be on a roof?

"He was Batman, I was Superman, I jumped off first and he jumped off after me." Dean answered in a thoroughly amused tone.

"Were you both OK?" I felt mildly concerned. But they were both a lie so it couldn't have ended too badly

"Oh yeah. It was Sam who broke his arm. He obviously didn't know Batman can't fly. It was a pity. I had thought I'd taught him better than that." He sounded put out.

I giggled madly. "You are seriously more bothered by Sam not knowing Batman couldn't fly than Sam breaking his arm?" I teased in a playful tone.

"Now, I'm more bothered by him thinking batman could fly, but at the time I was a bit worried by my little brother screaming his head off."

"What happened?" I questioned eagerly.

"I took him to the hospital on my bike handle bars."

It took me a minute to realise he was serious. "Wait, you're serious?"

"Well, yeah. Sweetheart, I was Superman, remember?" He tried to bring back the fun atmosphere. Tried.

I felt a sudden anger on Sam and Dean's behalf. They shouldn't have had to deal with that on their own. "Where was your Dad?"

"Working." He replied shortly. "Anyway, it's been lovely talking sweetheart, but I should probably hit the sack."

I glanced at my watch, it was just past 7am. "What time is it to you?"

"4ish." Was the response mangled by a yawn.

I tried to work out where he could be but my geography sucked so I gave up and asked. "Where are you?"

"Wisconsin."

Wait, did he say 4? "What time do you have to be up?" I felt guilty (yet again) for keeping him from sleep.

"7:30? 8?" He almost sounded like he was asking me.

"Crap. Sorry." I apologised.

"It's fine. I only usually get 4 hours anyway." He responded nonchalantly and sounding completely sincere.

Woah. He really must be Superman. "How?" I demanded. I needed this skill. Never mind that it was probably far from healthy.

"Practise." He sounded smug now. Dick. "Anyway, I actually do need to go to sleep now sweetheart."

"Oh, yeah, right." I was still reeling with the knowledge he usually survived on like no sleep. Before I could pull myself together he hung up. I narrowed my eyes at my cell. I swear he always hangs up on me.

TBC...