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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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By the time they finished, their scores were both pretty bad from all the bickering and trying to find ways to throw each other off, but Sam wasn't too bothered.

Except he totally had to give Dean a bitchface, even if it was half-hearted. Just for show. "Okay, fine, you choose the next game, Dean."

"Racing game time. If there's one thing I know, it's driving." Dean grinned and slung an arm around Sam's shoulders to guide him over to some Indy 500 game. Didn't matter what they did, really. He was having a good time.

He rolled his eyes and followed Dean to one of the games, sliding in to take the wheel on one. He was having a good time too... he was kind of enjoying hanging out with Dean, the attention.

And Dean seemed to actually be enjoying just what they were doing without getting distracted by girls every five minutes--which was even cooler. That could get a little annoying, even if Sam kind of got why Dean was so interested now that he was a little older.

The no hunting thing was an even bigger plus.

"You're gonna be embarrassed if I beat you at this, Dean."

Nope, not one girl in mind. Sam wouldn't believe him if he said that, though. Dean wasn't really thinking about much besides having a good time with his kid brother, anyway.

"Never happen, dude. I'm a master." He slid behind the wheel and popped in the tokens to start the game.

He definitely wouldn't believe it, but he was having too much fun to care about it. And oh, no he was totally focused on beating him.

Jerk. "We'll see, Dean."

Even if racing games weren't exactly his favorite...

Dean made it a point to smash his car into every other car, wall, and barrier he could find. He cheered and called out his own points each time. He was totally winning, right?

Sam kept looking over at Dean, making faces whenever he swerved into another car or wall or whatever. "Dude, that is not how you're supposed to play."

His brother was a dork... and kinda embarrassing. He shook his head, snorting in amusement. "You dork."

"Says who? I'm having fun." He was, too. Who needed rules? He got to smash things. He flashed Sam a grin and shook his head. "I'm not a dork, Sammy. I'm awesome. You wish you could wreck stuff like I do."

"Oh, totally. You're a master at wrecking." He shook his head a little, eyes back on the screen. "It's a good thing you don't drive like you play, dude. I'd never get in the car with you."

"I would never scratch my baby. You know better than that, Sammy." Actually, this age Sam might not know that. He might not have the Impala yet in Sam's time. It was so weird to think back to when he didn't. That car had become such a part of his life.

Dad hadn't given Dean the Impala yet, but it was easy to see the care Dean still put into the thing now. He didn't know the extent of his brother's love of it quite yet however. "Whatever, dude. Anything else you want to play after this?"

"Your call, dude. I picked this one." Dean crashed his final lap and then sat back in the seat happily to watch Sam finish up.

"Maybe we should take a break? Grab something to drink or something." And Sam totally finished without any crashes!

"Sure. We can hit the food court and see what looks good." Dean grinned when Sam finished and climbed out of his little, plastic car. "C'mon, champ. Let's roll."

He followed Dean to the food court, still sticking close by him. "What are you going to get?"

"Hmm. Dunno. Big pretzel, maybe. Some nacho cheese to dip it in. What looks good to you?" He slung an arm around Sam's shoulders as they stood in line. "Oooh, they've got a Slushie machine, too. We need slushies."

Sam leaned in when Dean's arm came around him, thoughtfully looking around at what they had. "They have pizza... I think a slice of that."

And he totally wasn't going to argue about the slushies either.

"Yeah? What kind?" He stepped up to the counter when it was their turn and placed their order. One slice of pizza for Sam, one giant pretzel with cheese for him, and two Coke slushies. Flawless meal, really.

"Pepperoni is fine, Dean." And when they had their things, he went to sit down and eat, looking over at Dean thoughtfully. He was having a blast here, really... he didn't get normal like this too often, even if it really wasn't normal.

Still had a lot of questions that kept nagging at him though.

Mostly the bed thing... Dean's explanation had been pretty weak at best after all. He didn't think his brother would explain though. Dean was stubborn like that.

Dean sat down across from Sam and started happily tearing into his pretzel. He could feel Sam's eyes on him as he ate, but he didn't look up. It made him nervous. There was no telling what the kid was thinking about and Dean was running out of lies on some things.

Eventually, he'd have to resort to the truth and... he really just didn't know if he could handle hearing how sick and wrong he was from Sam. That might just end him.

Sam wanted to ask more questions, but maybe a little part of him didn't know what he'd do with the possible answers. He might be young, but he wasn't stupid and there were only so many reasons why they'd have a single, large bed.

And it wasn't because they switched out, he figured.

But all the implications... he didn't know how to deal with them.

So for now, Sam went with the easy questions. "Where do you want to go after this, Dean?"

Dean looked up from tearing his pretzel apart and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, we can see what other games look fun. Or we can find something else to do if you're getting bored here. Older Sam likes libraries and museums and crap like that. We could find one of those."

"A museum sounds cool... you won't be bored or something?" Dean, he knew, was never really into that kind of thing after all.

"Nah, I don't mind. We've already been to the Maritime Museum. There's also a Civil War museum at Fort McAllister, if you wanna try that one." He thought about it as he dunked a piece of pretzel into the nacho cheese and popped it into his mouth. "I think there's also a zoo and aquarium, if you wanna see that instead."

"The aquarium would be cool." Well, so would the zoo. He grinned a little, looking over at Dean. "We never get to do any of that kinda stuff really... so all of it would be cool."

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