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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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"Nah. You wouldn't be able to cuddle with your furry little buddy on the couch. It's not big enough for the both of you." He set a glass of milk down in front of Sam and carried the carton of eggs he'd snagged from the fridge over to the stove. "How do you want your eggs?"

He was going to try to keep the conversation off of the sleeping arrangements as much as he could. Sam was too smart to fall for his stories very long and he was kind of dreading the idea of trying to explain their living arrangement to a pre-teen version of his brother. Even if Sam had said he had feelings for Dean long before Stanford.

He didn't entirely buy the sleeping arrangements thing, no, and maybe he'd poke more about it later, but right now he let it drop. He was hungry and the food smelled good... he could probably use a shower too. "Scrambled."

And because it just occurred to him... "Do you have work today?"

Dean nodded and cracked some eggs into a bowl to get them scrambling. The very least he could do was feed the kid properly, after all those meals of mac and cheese he'd had to choke down when they were kids.

"Yeah, I'm supposed to later. I can call in, though." He looked over his shoulder at Sam and flashed him a smile. It would probably be uncomfortable for Sam to be here alone while Dean as at work.

"You sure you won't get in trouble?" Yeah, he'd feel awkward being stuck alone here, but he didn't want to cause any problems either. He wasn't going to be here forever after all and they had a life to get back to when he was gone.

"Am I off work too?"

"I should be okay. I don't miss that often and I can call someone in to cover for me. She likes the extra hours." Dean started the eggs cooking and glanced over his shoulder at Sam. It was so weird. He kept expecting to look back and find that 'his' Sam had magically reappeared.

"You're supposed to work this afternoon. I'll have to call them, too. And maybe your professors."

"What happens if I stay like this for awhile, Dean?" Sam was kind of worried about that, honestly. He had a life here and suddenly disappearing from it couldn't be good. Not that he could do anything about it, really.

"I dunno, dude. We'll figure it out. I'll think of something." He wasn't sure what he would do. He was pretty sure he could keep Sam enrolled in his school and Sam could always be counted on to catch up when he had to. The job could be more complicated.

He plated the scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast and put the plates on the table. Poured himself a mug of coffee and sat down across from his brother.

"Okay, Dean..." He'd just have to trust that he would. He shifted a little, taking his glass and taking a drink from it before he went to take a piece of bacon to munch on.

"Sorry if I'm making things hard." Even if it wasn't really his fault. He didn't have a clue what happened or why he was even here.

"No, Sammy. You're not. This isn't your fault." He reached over and squeezed Sam's shoulder gently. Hell, he still didn't know what had even happened. "Don't worry about it, okay? I promise it'll be okay."

He nodded at that, managing a smile. "Alright, if you say so, dude."

Hopefully, this wouldn't last too long, cause his older self or whatever too many problems.

"I swear it. I'm gonna take care of you. Both yous." He smiled and turned his attention to his breakfast. Wasn't sure how he was going to keep that promise, but he would figure it out.

He smiled a little bit at that reassurance, nodding. "I know you will, Dean..."

His brother did usually always try to take care of him after all. Didn't mean he wasn't worried or didn't have a billion questions popping up the more he was around here.

"So, what are we gonna do today?"

"Dunno. Anything you wanna do?" He looked over at Sam curiously. Couldn't remember if Sam at this age ever had much fun, downtime. He should try to make it special if he could.

"Is there an arcade around?" Preferably, one without clowns and bad food. With training, school, and research, it was kind of hard at this age to have much of anything like 'fun'. That went kind of out of the window with a social life that went beyond his brother and whatever temporary friendships he'd be leaving behind as quick as he'd made them.

"Huh. Dunno. I never looked. We'll see if we can find one." He smiled. That could be fun. How long had it been since he and Sam did something goofy like that together? And he'd missed so many opportunities for that sort of thing when Sam was this age. "You know that I will utterly destroy you at Skee-ball, right?"

"You know I've got a lot of practice in at Plucky's, right? No way you'll win, dude." He returned the smile though. Be nice to hang out with Dean and just have fun. "Bet you anything I'll win."

"We'll see," Dean intoned in a mock-menacing tone and then winked. Yeah, Sam would probably win, but it was fun to banter about it.

After breakfast was over, Dean cleared the table and got to work cleaning up the kitchen. He'd gotten to the point where a messy kitchen annoyed him. Domesticity had taken over his brain.

"We'll grab the laptop and find us an arcade in a few minutes." Dean glanced over his shoulder at him. Hmm. "You can grab a shower if you want. I might have to give you some of my clothes to wear until I can get those washed. We might need to swing by a store and grab you another couple shirts and stuff..."

"Okay." He slipped to his feet and headed for the bathroom. He was sure he was going to look stupid borrowing Dean's clothes, but he was kinda right... he'd need a change. "Dean, can you set me out some clothes?"

"Sure, Sammy. Be right there." Dean dried off his hands and followed his brother into the bedroom. He rooted around in his clothes for the smallest things he owned: a pair of jeans that were too small on him and a t-shirt. Hopefully they wouldn't be too awful until they could get Sam some clothes of his own.

"Here," he handed them to Sam. "Toss yours out when you get them off and I'll throw them in the washer."

He nodded and headed into the bathroom, stripping out of his clothes and tossing them outside like he was told to before he went to slip into the shower. Considering he'd slept in those clothes, it'd be nice to wash up a little and change into something fresh.

Though when he did emerge from the bathroom, the clothes were definitely baggy and too long on him. He huffed softly, pausing to try and roll up his jeans a little. "I think I'll need some clothes... unless I really start growing like overnight, Dean."

"You've done it before, but I don't think we should bank on it." Dean had thrown Sam's clothes into the washer while he was in the shower. It was really nice to have a washer in the apartment, even if it was tiny. He kind of hated laundromats.

He turned the washer on and grabbed the Impala keys. "C'mon, we'll grab you some clothes before we head to the arcade. I looked one up while you were in the shower."

"Okay, Dean." He followed Dean close by, looking up at him curiously. "Do I get taller than you soon? I'm still shorter..." And even shorter right now, compared to his brother as an adult.

"I hope it's soon anyway..."

"Not too much longer. Year or two." Dean patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, Sasquatch. Soon you'll grow into that nickname."

He shook his head at that. He wasn't sure Sasquatch was better than any other name he had now, but... at least he did get taller. When they made it to the car, Sam went around to his side to slip in.

Dean climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine. He pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward the nearest department store. He couldn't make Sam walk around in his baggy old clothes all day. It always made him feel bad when Sam had to wear his cast offs growing up. Now, he could afford to get him some real clothes that fit.

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