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One week earlier.

January 24 1995

It was cold outside, too freezing to stay here. Deep snow was laying on the ground.

The trees and the streets were covered with heavy frozen water, even the car and the roof of the lonely house where white. But with a closer look there were footprints visible and across the street to the porch, where a small, young boy was sitting. He had his head in his hands, the lack of sleep obviously.

Suddenly the door of the house opened and a smiling youth appeared. He spotted the younger kid with a frown. Again he went inside the house, gripping a further jacket.

Silently, so he didn't disturb the peace of the little boy, the older one went over to the porch, larger foot-imprints covering the small ones.

"Good morning, Sammy." Dean grinned, moving the jacket around the kid's shoulders, before he helped him stand up. Sam looked up confused, not having expected his brother.

"Dean…" Sam said startled, but smiled though. "Happy Birthday" He moved his cold arms around his brother's middle. Dean shook his head, running a hand through Sam's hair, nudging the top of the little one's head with his own forehead.

"Thanks bro." Dean smiled. "You wanna tell me, why you're outside anyway… you're hair is wet." He ruffled the damp hair. Sam had just taken a shower, before going outside, not being able to sleep.

"Uhm…" Sam scratched his head, when Dean led him inside. "I didn't want to wake you up."

"Yeah… right… like I wouldn't wake up when you leave the room." Dean closed the door behind him, shoving Sam into the kitchen, where two prepared cups of hot chocolate with marshmallows and a grinning John waited for them.

"Happy Birthday son" John got up and embraced his oldest. Dean rolled his eyes, when John didn't let go, patting his back gently.

"Thanks dad." Dean struggled to get free. He has never been too comfortable with hugs, except the ones he received from Sam, since they were kind of usual. Especially the last two or three days and nights the younger boy was incredible clingy.

John caressed Dean's hair, before he sat down at the table with the boy, joining Sam, who was already sitting on one of the tables, smiling at his older brother. The younger boy knew what Dean would get from his dad.

"Present-time…." John grinned amused. "Sammy… you first."

"Okay…" The boy got up, heading into the bedroom he shared with Dean, coming back with an envelope and a wrapped bundle. "Here" Sam handed him the things, leaning against his brother, so he could watch him open the present.

When Sam let out a tired yawn, Dean moved, so the smaller boy could lean against his lap, while he opened the envelope. The sixteen year old boy smiled when he saw his little brother's hand-writing.

And again you're five years older than me, though it's not that long. You gonna tease me anyway about it… Just remain being the brother you are. Thanks. Love you.
Sammy

Dean gently drew his little brother closer to his chest, when he saw that his little brother had signed with his nickname. The eleven year old boy smiled at his big brother, standing between the legs of the older youth. "Open that" He urged, shoving the package into Dean's hands.

Dean opened it gently. Inside was a cassette from Metallica, the one he hadn't got now. He stared at it, his mouth slightly open. "Sammy… how…"

"I saved some money… you like it?" Sam looked down at his older brother, completely standing now.

"I love it, thanks so much, Sammy" Dean tucked at his brother's arms, so the boy had to lean down, hugging him gently. Sam sighed relieved, circling Dean's neck.

"So… it's my turn." John smiled, patting Sam's back, so he stepped back from his brother. Dean looked up, right into his father's happy eyes. He smiled up at him, feeling just good by seeing the cheerful look on John's face.

"So Dean… my present for you is pretty small…" He smiled, pulling something out of the pocket of his jeans, hiding it in his hand. Dean frowned, when his dad stretched out his hand, but opened his hand, presenting his palm to his father.

A key. Dean stared at the small item in his hand. No. THE key…

"Oh my god… oh my god… OH MY GOD" Dean shouted. While his brother was chuckling, the birthday boy jumped up, throwing his both arms around his father's neck. "Dad… oh my god… you're the greatest."

"I promised you that one day the Impala is yours." John hugged his son back. "And since you're able to make your driver licence now, we would need two cars anyway."

"Dad… that's…" Dean stated, but he was interrupted by his dad's cell. He looked down… only Thomas would call, telling them news about the hunt after the sandman.

Since about two weeks they were following this crappy sandman… and they didn't even know whether it was actually one of them.

"Hey Thomas" John gave Dean a sorrowful look, patting his cheek briefly, before he got out of the room.

"Come here" Dean tucked at Sam's sleeve, whose eyelids fell shut. The young boy stood up, swaying lightly, the lack of sleep getting the best of him. Dean sat him down on the couch, Sam close beside him. "What's up Sam?"

"I don't know…" Sam shrugged. "Just tired."

"I bet you're tired." The older boy smiled at his brother, both of them waiting for the news, their father would deliver to them. "But why don't you sleep anymore?"

"I do sleep… just not so tight." Sam laid down, his head on a pillow and his legs over Dean's.

"Well… we kinda follow this sandman around the whole time, perhaps this affects your sleep a bit?" Dean questioned, cupping Sam's knee into his hand.

"Nah… a sandman works in other ways." Sam snuggled down into the pillow, quickly falling asleep.

"Hey Dean-o I'm sorry… the sandman-signs are seen some miles in the north again… I'm really sorry kid." John apologized.

A birthday on the road.

"It's okay…" The boy nodded.

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I think I'm kinda in that story now… finally I know what's gonna happen…

YEAH…. MY SIS IS SOON AT HOME AGAIN :) I'm totally looking forward to seeing her reaction to the fact that I used her Nika in my story :)

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