Ten minutes later Dean was trailing behind Sam who was staring, wide eyed at all the rides and attractions around him. He turned to Dean with one of the biggest smiles Dean had ever seen. "Where do you want to go first Sam?"

"What about the Wooden Rollercoaster?" Sam pointed to a tall, old looking ride taking up almost one whole edge of the park.

Dean grinned, "if you say so."

Standing in line, Sam was bouncing on the balls of his feet nervously looking at the ride. "Do you think they'll let me on? I might be too short."

"Don't think that way Sammy. You can do whatever you want!" Dean gave a huge fake grin and laughed. "Nah," he said more seriously, "it's not like you're eight, you'll be fine."

This was proved a moment later as the girl monitoring the ride waved them through without so much as a glance. Seconds later they were pulling the bar down over their laps and buckling their seatbelts. A loud bell rang out and the car started moving; going up the first incline. Sam gave Dean a thrilled smile and Dean felt his heart leap; just seeing Sam happy for a normal childlike reason made him happy too.

Three hours, many rides and a bag of mini-doughnuts later the two brothers sat on a bench drinking water and watching a toddler throwing a tantrum.

"How long do we have, Dean?" Sam glanced up at his brother who was checking his watch.

"All day Sammy. What do you want to hit next?"

"Uhhh, what about that one? The pirate ship?" He pointed to a large pirate ship ride swinging back and forth.

"Sure Sammy. Why don't you go get in line."

"Where are you going?"

"Nature calls!" Dean sauntered off leaving Sam to shrug then hurry to the line.

Ten minutes later Dean was swearing and Sam was whooping as the pirate ship rocked back and forth, faster and faster. "I didn't realize this would be so fast." Dean groaned. "I don't like swinging rides. They don't agree with my stomach."

"Well, get a new stomach then, cause I like em!" Sam grinned and Dean rolled his eyes, then clutched his mouth and flipped Sam off. Sam just laughed.

"Finally; it's over," Dean got off the ride slowly, groaning as he walked. A group of girls looked at him strangely and Dean hastened to stand up straight, smile and wink. They just rolled their eyes and kept walking. Sam sniggered. Dean flipped him off again. "Okay, no more swinging rides for me."

"What about an arcade game?" Sam suggested, pointing to the row of various brightly coloured game booths.

"Sure." Dean shrugged. "It'll give me a chance to recover."

"Oh stop being such a wuss. You've made less of a fuss after being stabbed in the shoulder. Just wait till I tell Dad." He trailed off at the sight of Dean's face. Dean looked scared, like Sam actually might tell Dad and he would punish Dean.

"Come on," was all Dean said and left Sam to hurry after him.

He stopped at a booth where you had to throw darts at balloons to pop them and depending on how many you popped you got a prize. "What about his one?" Dean asked. Sam nodded and Dean looked up at the man manning the booth, "how much?"

"Five dollars for one round." Dean handed him a five, even though Sam knew it killed him to do so. Dean often went off on rants about how insane the prices of these types of games were.

Dean watched as the man handed Sam five darts. Sam's face was shining, it had been all day and Dean could now see a gleam of mischief; they both knew Sam wouldn't miss one balloon.