When you are 12 years old and on Sam Duty with your 10 years old brother, you get bored quickly. Especially when the television in the motel room you are staying in is broken. Of course, Sammy doesn't care. He has a 100 page coloring book to entertain himself with.

Throwing the rubber ball that he got out of the 25 cent vending machine in the motel lobby against the wall, Tony says, "I'm bored."

"Yeah? What do you expect me to do about it?" Dean replies grumpily from the kitchenette.

Huh. He must still be mad that he lost the rock-paper-scissors match. Bacon-cheese burgers are nice and all, but pizza is so much better. It's a shame that Dean doesn't think so.

Failing to catch the ball on the rebound, Tony goes after it. "Why don't we go swimming after dinner?"

"Sammy doesn't know how. And Dad said he should be home tonight," Dean replies, while taking the delicious goodness known as pizza out of the oven.

"So? We can teach Sam—and do you really want to wait around this boring room waiting on Dad? He's probably not going to—

"Shut your mouth Tony. Dad said he'd be here. He'll be here," Dean orders, shooting a glance at Sam, who has stopped coloring in Cinderella's dress.

"Are you two fighting?" Sam asks, a small frown marring his previously happy face.

"Nah, Sammy. Dean's going to cut the pie, and then after dinner we're going swimming," Tony says matter-of-factly.

"Cool!" Sam grins, and practically skips over to the small dining table in the kitchenette.

Tony gets three paper cups out and pours them all milk as Dean slices the pizza. The food is distributed, and Dean and Tony begin to chow down.

"Dean?" Sam is looking at his pizza slice like it's going to start crawling off his place.

"What, Sammy?" Dean sighs.

"It has stuff on it."

"Just pick the sausage off if you don't want it!" Sam has been going through finicky stages lately. Last week he wouldn't eat the cereal bits in the Lucky Charms, and before that he wouldn't eat his SpaghettiO's unless you rinsed off the tomato sauce. Dean was at his wits end.

"But…"

"Here, I'll take your sausage, Sam," Tony picks off the sausage from Sam's pizza, knowing that if things were to continue, Dean would probably blow up.

"Thanks, Tony!" Sam starts devouring his slice with gusto.

Dinner moves on more or less smoothly, and Tony is all but jumping up and down while his brothers change into swimwear. Jeeze, why do they have to be so slow?

"You know, if we get caught by the manager, he's probably going to ask to see Dad, right?" Dean points out.

"We're not going to get caught. Plus, I could totally pass for 16. No parents needed then."

Dean snorts, "Dude, you can't even pass for 14. You've barely started puberty."

Tony frowns, but a smile starts to grow. He'll get his revenge in the pool. "C'mon Sammy, let's go."

The three boys make it to the pool in record time. No other people are there, so no cautious adults will pester them with annoying questions like 'Where's your parents?'.

"Cannon ball!" Tony shouts as he jumps into the pool. He is closely followed by Dean, who dives in. They both surface, and Tony holds his arms out, "Jump in, we'll catch you!"

Sam shakes his head, crossing his arms defensively.

"Why not?"

"I'm—I'm scared," he says quickly, ducking his head.

"Sam," Dean says, waiting for his brother to look at him, who after a moment does, "Dad put us in charge of you. Do you think Dad would have done that if he thought you'd be in danger with us?"

"No," Sam says confidently.

"Then what are you scared of?"

Sam bites his lip, before a look of determination crosses his features. Taking a few steps back, he gets a running start before jumping in.

Sam bobs up quickly, arms flailing in panic. Tony laughs, and grabs Sam around the waist, "Relax! I got you, Squirt. Wasn't that fun?"

Sam giggles, and exclaims, "Yes!"

The evening passes, with Sam learning to Doggy Paddle in the shallows and Tony dunking Dean twice. The kids are just getting out of the pool when a familiar rumble fills the air.

"Dad's home!" the boys shout as one.

Standard Discalimer, and all that jazz.

Notes: Sam is 6, Dean is 10, and Tony is 12 in this adventure. Hope you like! Reviews are appreciated greatly; and thank you for all the alerts, favorites, and comments! :D