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A/N: Haha! I expect no reviews for this story. None! Haha... ok, so this story I wrote on paper first... it was only about four small pages long then, which is why it's even smaller now. I'm pretty sure it can be concidered a drabble... But where I wrote it, and the feelings I had when I wrote it are something I'll never forget...
I was in one of the most beautiful places in the world; Central Park in New York City (yeah... I live a good 3000km away from there) when I wrote this. I was visiting Windy Fontaine, and as we sat on the grass relaxing, I asked for some paper and a pen, and wrote this out. It's dumb, and really short, but has more feelings behind it than you'll ever realize. Enjoy!

Title: You Can Do Anything
Genre: Fluffy
Summary: A short drabble... an excuse for a small bit of brother fluff in the form of a memory in the brother's lives that comes into play in a hunt.

You Can Do Anything

"Four plus three?" Dean didn't even look away from his comic book.

Five year old Sam scrunched up his forehead, "Seven?"

"Yup," Dean smiled, "Seven plus nine?"

Again Sam paused before answering. "Uh... fourteen?"

"Nope," Dean dropped his comic book now and looked up at his little brother, "I'll help you. Hold up seven fingers, Sammy."

"Ok," Sam held up seven chubby fingers.

"And I'll hold up nine," Dean did as he spoke, "Now count them."

Silently Sam's mouth moved as he counted, "Oh! Sixteen!"

"There ya go, Kid!" Dean grinned, clapping a hand on Sam's shoulder, "You can do anything."

"Thanks Dean."

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"Jump Sammy!" Dean shouted upwards toward the second story window.

"Damn it!" Twenty-two year old Sam called out for good measure.

Flames licked around him with black smoke pillowing around. It was a good job gone wrong, and now the only way the hunter knew he'd get out alive was if he jumped from the second story window.

"God damn it Sam, if you don't jump, I will come up there and get you!" Dean's eyes were wide in fear.

"No!"

"Then jump!" Dean bellowed.

'Seven plus nine is sixteen…' Sam thought closing his eyes briefly before jumping.

He hit the ground before he knew he'd fallen. It hurt, and Sam knew bruises would follow, but Dean's sudden words of 'Don't move Sammy' let him know his body was ok enough to want to get up.

"We have to get away," Sam groaned.

"I have to make sure you're ok," Dean stated, "Stay still."

"I'm fine Dean, I swear," Sam grinned forcefully.

Dean bent down and tried to inspect Sam. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Sam began to stand up, "Come on Dean, we have to go."

Dean smiled as he helped Sam up and said softly, "There ya go Kid, you can do anything."

"Thanks Dean."

The End.