Dean locked the door behind his brother and turned to face Sammy, who was starring up at him behind curly bangs.

"Where did Matt go?"

Dean paused for a minute, "he's gonna go visit Noah. So it's just you and me you okay with that Sammy?"

"Yeah," Sam answered quickly, "can I have something to eat? I'm hungry."

Usually John would go out the day before stock up the kitchen and then leave, but he didn't do that. Dean's heart sank.

"Sammy how much money do you have from the Swear jar from Pastor Jim's?"

The Swear Jar had been an idea that both Noah and Pastor Jim came up with. For a month every time a hunter swore in Pastor Jim's house they had to be a dollar in the jar. Hunters swore a lot, meaning the jar got really big really quick. At the end of the month Jim would split the money four ways and hand it to each of them.

Sammy began to count on his fingers, he got to certain number and frowned, "dunno Dean."

"Just go get it."

Sam raced into the separate room that held the beds and dove dramatically underneath his bed reaching for his bag. He tossed all of his clothing out in his search for the zip-lock bag that held a few dollars and quarters. Dean sighed watching as the clothes flew knowing he'd be the one to pick them up.

"Here's you go Deanie-

"Told you not to call me that."

Sammy had this face, something that got even the meanest and toughest of hunters to give in(even their Uncle Bobby!) . His head would slightly duck down so his eyes are covered by his bangs, his lower lip would slightly puff out and what really killed someone was one he innocently began to twist his foot in circles on the ground while saying;

"I'm sorry." In such a little voice.

And Dean instantly felt guilty, "it's okay Sammy. Just don't do it again."

Dean carefully laid out his and his brother's money, counting off it was sixteen dollars and twenty-three cents. Maybe enough for just one pizza, which might hold them off for two days, Sammy could barely finish one slice of pizza as is.

"Sammy go get Matt's bag, maybe he'll have some more money."

Sam climbed up onto the bed and jumped and belly-flopped onto Matt's and John's bed.

"Super Sammy!" he called out and giggled.

"Batman's better." Dean muttered underneath his breath.

Sam pulled the worn duffel out from underneath. Tossing out pairs of Matt's boxers, t-shirts and shirts.

"What's the hold up Sam?" asks Dean when he saw Sam stop.

Sam held up a picture, a worn picture with a crease down the middle.

"Mommy." He said sadly.

Dean heaved a deep breath, "Just get the money Sammy."

With a much sadder disposition and a lot less enthusiasm Sam dug deeper into his oldest brother's bag. He pulled out a zip-lock bag.

"Is this Daddy's?" Sam holds up a razor.

Dean squinted at it, "Matt shaves?"

Sam frowned and shrugged, "Daddy does 'cause he gets a beard sometimes."

"That's right."

"Will I get a beard someday Dean?"

"Yeah, when you get taller and older."

"How about you?"

Another round of Sammy questions, "Yes Sam."

"What about Noah?"

"No you idiot. She's a girl. Do you know any girls with beards?"

Sam was thoughtful for a minute and then his eyes light up, "the lady at the circus!"

That was right, Dean thought to himself nobody can beat Sammy logic.

A/N: I couldn't resist, they're just so cute. Anyway I meant to add the whole "No-No" thing was my two littlest cousins when they were young the older one used to tell the baby No, No and then the baby turned and screamed No-No back at her. Now we call the older one Ms. No-No, drives her nuts.