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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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Dean frowned at that last part. He hadn't thought about that in years. Man, he had been kind of a douchbag. As much as he resented having to always be on call, taking care of his little brother instead of dating, playing sports, or doing all those other teenage boy things... he knew Sam had never been any more thrilled by the situation.

Hindsight was a lot more clear when you got older.

He rested his cheek against Sam's hair and nodded. "Sorry about all the times I ditched you, Sammy. That was a dick move. I should have been a better brother."

Sam tipped his head back at that, eyebrows raised. He hadn't been prodding for an apology even if, yeah, he hated it when Dean dumped him off at stupid, kiddy restaurants with stupid clowns and bad food. Kind of got used to it, he guessed.

Hadn't ever expected that kind of apology for it, really. "It's okay, Dean... you're jerk, but you're not bad all the time." he shifted a little, tipping his head back against Dean. "Today was pretty great after all."

"Yeah? Had a good time?" He probably never had given Sam an apology like that. Not Sam at this age, anyway. Part of him felt like he owed it to Sam to make some things right while he could. He would never get another chance like this, most likely.

"Yeah, I did. Kind of wish I didn't have to go back... even if you are old." He flashed a teasing look up at the other.

"I'm not old, runt, I'm just well seasoned." He grinned back at his brother and shook his head. The kid could still make him smile quicker than anyone else. "But, yeah... I kinda wish you could stay, too."

But, as much as he loved his baby brother and would love to have the chance to repair some of the mistakes he made when Sam was growing up, he wanted his own Sam back.

"It's the same thing." He was grinning wider though, looking up at Dean. "Yeah? You don't mind your 'cousin' hanging around? Thought you'd complain about how it's cramping your style or something."

"Nah, I guess I could get used to your punk ass hanging around. I'd just have to hide you in a closet somewhere when I had friends over." He grinned playfully at Sam and ruffled his hair. He'd totally keep the kid if he could have both Sams. They'd figure out a way to explain stuff to him. Hopefully.

That would be a weird little family and a weird discussion and Sam would probably miss his Dean anyway, even if he could be kind of a jerk sometimes. He shifted a little away from that ruffling and huffed softly. "You wouldn't stick me in a closet!"

Well, Dean was pretty awesome. Whatever age he was. "Okay, maybe not a closet. We'd have to move into a place with a nice basement. Or an attic."

He made a face at that. Totally not cool! Dean was still a jerk. "Then I'll just get out and tell whatever girlfriend you've brought over how you lock your 'cousin' up. You'll never get laid again."

Dean loved messing with Sam. He made it so easy! "Naah. Any girl I date would be very understanding about things like that. I'd just tell her you had rabies or something..."

He rolled his eyes at that. Yeah, he was totally as annoying as he was in his own time. "You're a jerk, Dean."

"It's all part of my charm, Sammy." He reached over and tugged Sam back over, wrapping his arm around his shoulders. "Anything else you wanna do tonight? Lemmie know if you get hungry. I can put something together."

Sam let himself be pulled back, leaning comfortably against Dean. He tipped his head back at the question, thoughtful. "I don't know... what do we usually do? And I'm not really hungry yet, so that's alright."

"Eh, we're pretty boring. We hang out, watch movies. You read." He shrugged. What they usually did to spend their free time was not something he wanted to tell his pre-teen brother about. "We could pick up one of the night, walking tours at one of the squares? They point out all the historic, supposedly haunted spots in the city. One dude dresses up like a pirate."

"That sounds interesting." And probably more interesting for Dean than if he just curled up with a book- he didn't know how long he had left here and he kind of wanted to enjoy it.

He snorted. "A pirate, really?"

"Well, not a very good pirate, but yeah." Dean had seen the guy giving his tour a few times when he'd been walking home late from work, but he'd never taken the tour. It could be fun. Or it would be fun to make fun of. Either way.

Not that he wouldn't have found a way to entertain himself if Sam wanted to just read. It was nice to spend time with the kid, though.

He started to ease away again, nodding. "Sounds like fun, Dean." Well, actually it sounded cheesy, but it'd be fun to go and goof off with Dean. It usually was anyway.

"We should do it."

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