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When Sam woke, it was in a bed that wasn't his own and without his dad or brother in sight... needless to say, there was a lot of freaking out. He fumbled out of bed and went looking through the apartment he was in... only to find a dog and not much else. Nothing that would tell him where he was anyway or where Dad or Dean was, when they'd be back.

He even got desperate enough to grab the phone and try their numbers... only to find them no longer in use which was just... even weirder. Now he was even more worried.

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"We can do that." He looked up and smiled at the waitress dropping off their fries. Then he turned back to his brother. Sam wasn't stupid. He was just hoping Sam didn't start thinking along complicated lines.

And it was nice hanging out with his little bro. He could appreciate Sam at this age better now that he was older. "We've got a couple of Bruce Lee flicks. All the Die Hard movies. Plenty of good movies."

Sam grabbed a fry, nodding. "Sounds great, Dean."

He was enjoying this too... noting any little differences he'd seen in Dean so far, how he'd grown. It was interesting, really. And so far, Dean hadn't tried to ditch him for some chicks or been too annoying.

He gave a curious look. "Do I change a lot when I get older, Dean?"

Dean looked over at him thoughtfully. "Besides shooting up like a damn redwood? You get more opinionated. Obnoxious."

He grinned and shook his head. "Nah, you weren't that bad. You just figured out what you wanted and you went for it. Didn't let anybody get in the way of it." He was proud of Sam for that, but it was also bad for him for a while... all those fights with Dad and leaving for Stanford. That was all over now. Well, for grown Sam. This Sam hadn't done it yet.

He pulled a face at that teasing and nudged Dean under the table, though not very hard at all.

Sam had to smile a little in return though... that he does get what he wants in the end, something normal and something normal with Dean no less. It was almost too much to really wrap his head around, with the Dean he knew, the Dean that was entirely immersed in the life their Dad had made for them.

"... I didn't know if I could really do it, you know?" He always wanted to, planned to get out eventually, if he could though.

"But I'm glad you're here with me, Dean."

"You're determined enough to do anything you want." He shrugged and snagged a cheese fry. Sam wouldn't like to hear how much like Dad he could be sometimes, but they both had that stubborn drive. Dean was a follower. Sam always wanted to go his own way. Hell, even now, Dean was following Sam.

"I'm glad I'm here too. It's hard sometimes, but it's worth it."

"Thanks, Dean." His expression was soft, warm as he looked at Dean. It was just nice to hear that, especially from the brother he looked up to so much. He leaned a little on the table, grabbing another fry.

He settled in to eat then, quiet for now and occasionally just looking around the area or sneaking Ozzy a bite here and there.

"Anytime, Sammy." Dean reached over and ruffled Sam's hair again. The soft look was nice to see.

He laughed when he caught Sam sneaking food to Ozzy. "You complain when I do that. You say I'm making him fat."

"Shut up, Dean." Sam pulled a face. He totally wasn't helping make the pup fat! "He's got a lot of exercise today! It'll be fine. Plus he keeps giving me these looks..."

And they were really hard to ignore.

"He works the eyes." Dean had to admit that the puppy's efforts were hard to resist. And it wasn't like he was lacking in exercise. Sam and Dean took him on lots of walks.

He took a couple more fries, finishing what he wanted of it, and gave Dean a look. "You almost ready to head back?"

"Yeah, anytime." He finished off his beer and picked up the bill to pay at the bar. "Be right back."

After their bill was paid, he led Sam and Ozzy down to the street and back toward their apartment.

Sam slipped to his feet and followed the other. Been a pretty long day actually... long, but good. He got to see some really cool things, learn some things that were actually good for once...

And now, he was going back to the apartment with Dean to watch movies. Today had turned out pretty great, really.

Dean was thinking ahead to bedtime and what he'd say about the sleeping arrangements, assuming Sam was still cursed by then. Of course, they never turned around in a few hours, so he could almost guarantee he'd be answering some awkward questions.

He guided them home and unlocked the door, letting Sam walk Ozzy in before he followed and closed the door behind them. "I'll get the harness off Ozzy, if you want to grab the movie you want to watch?"

Sam nodded and went to grab a movie and while he did have a thing for kung fu movies, he decided on Die Hard in the end. Something Dean'd enjoy more too. It was kind of a hard choice really though because they had a lot of cool movies now.

"Got it, Dean! You ready?"

After he released Ozzy and put the leash away, Dean joined Sam on the couch. He nodded and sprawled comfortably at one end. "Yep. Ready when you are."

Since they just ate, he didn't suggest popcorn or anything. Maybe later, if they made an evening of it.

Sam was settled in on the couch and when Dean joined him, he hit play. He scooted down a little, sprawling out on his end of the couch and settled in to watch.

For once, Dean decided not to quote dialogue or do the other things that usually bugged Sam. It had been a pretty nice day, hanging out with the squirt. No need to end it on a fight.

It wasn't long before Ozzy wedged himself in between them and gave Sam the big eyes for chin and belly scratches. Dean wondered what Oz thought of this kid on the couch with them. He must have smelled familiar, but he looked like the kids Ozzy always tried to play with in the park.

Sam smiled when Ozzy came up to him, giving him those looks. He was all too willing to oblige him those scratches. He smiled a little wider, laughing under his breath when the puppy leaned up to lick at his chin.

He slouched a bit more, getting himself comfortable on the cushions. It was nice, really... it had been a really good day.

Dean snickered and watched Ozzy soak up the attention. Little bum knew exactly how to get what he wanted from Sam at any size. Dean reached over and scratched at Ozzy's neck. "Too bad I don't believe in reincarnation. I'd wanna come back as this guy. He's got it made."

That earned another laugh. "You'd probably make a good dog, dude." He looked over, looking him over. "Bet you'd come back as one of those little dogs people like to dress up all the time..."

Though Dean'd probably like that if he got to be carried around by a cute girl or something all day.

"That's just mean, Sam. I'd be a big, butch dog. Like a Rottweiler or something." He reached over and flicked Sam's ear lightly. "You'd be a foofy poodle or something."

"But I grow up bigger than you, dude." He pulled a face, swatting at Dean's hand lightly. "Would not! I'd be something cool."

"Fine, so you'll be a really tall poodle." He grinned at the face Sam made and reached out to ruffle his hair, too. Ozzy took advantage of Sam's distraction to lean up and lick his face enthusiastically.

Sam let out a noise--he was getting it from both ends! Dean was messing his hair and Ozzy was licking his face... totally not fair! "H-hey." He ducked away from Dean and reached up to try and calm Ozzy down, laughing quietly. "You're such a jerk, Dean."

As soon as Ozzy calmed down, he shifted over closer to Dean, leaning against him a little, one hand going up to try and smooth his hand back down. "I see you never grow out of being annoying."

"Nah, I'm delightful." He sat back and chuckled, watching Sam struggle with the excited puppy. When Sam leaned into him, he slung an arm around his shoulders and grinned. "It's not my fault you don't have a sense of humor, Sammy. It's not yours, either. Dad and I had it surgically removed when you were little. You had to have your tonsils out, so we went ahead and got the two for one deal." He gave his brother a totally innocent look.

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