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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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"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."

"Yeah, we've been meaning to hit the aquarium sometime. Let's do that next. We'll see what kind of time we've got after. Maybe squeeze in the zoo if we can." Yeah, they hadn't gotten these things when they were young. Dean kind of felt like he needed to make up for that as much as he could while he had the chance right now.

"Sounds great, Dean." He nudged at his brother under the table, affectionately. "Dad'd never be this cool."

And if Dean kept it up, it was going to be real depressing knowing he'd be going back to all that. He was trying not to think about it though.

Dean was kind of going to be depressed when little Sam was gone. As much as he wanted his brother back to normal, it was nice to get this chance to make some amends for all the crap he'd put Sam through growing up. Even though it wasn't -- shouldn't have been -- his responsibility to give Sam a childhood and a life when he was younger, he still kind of felt bad that he hadn't done a better job of it.

"Hey, man. It's hard to be cool like me." He flashed Sam an affectionate grin and finished off his pretzel. "Always told you I was awesome, didn't I?"

He rolled his eyes and went to finish off his drink, already finished off the pizza, and slipped to his feet. "Don't be a dork, Dean. You're not that awesome."

Though he did have his moments.

"Pfft. I'm plenty awesome." Dean snagged his slushie to carry with him. It was still half full and he was pretty sure there was some law somewhere against slushie abuse. He led Sam out of the arcade and back to the Impala. A quick call for directions got him the info he needed and then they were off to see the sea life.

Sam settled into his seat and let Dean handle getting directions to get them there. "So, besides museums and stuff like that, what else does older me do?"

"Book stores, hanging out with Ozzy and me..." He shrugged. "We're kind of boring, I guess. Stay home a lot. Watching TV and stuff. I like it, though."

He nodded idly at that. "Sounds nice..." Maybe not exciting, but it sounded like they were comfortable here at least.

"And- neither one of us have girlfriends yet, you said?"

"Nope, not yet. Although, I think one of the girls at the book store has a crush on you." Not a lie, either. Dean thought it was cute. Especially when he could get Sam to blush about it. "How 'bout you? You kissed a girl yet?"

"Think I'll ask her out or something?" Of course, if Sam were his normal age right now... he'd be arguing that she was just a friend and Dean could just shut up about his crush talk. And yeah, probably blush a lot... which only encourage Dean to keep it up.

Though Dean did earn a blush at the question. "Dean!" He looked down a moment and shrugged. "Sorta..." Kinda except it wasn't exactly like the ones he'd had the misfortune of walking in on Dean giving random girls. A lot more chaste than that.

"Dunno? With you, anything's possible." Dean hoped that crush never ended. It was boundless entertainment for him. He'd taken to calling the woman Jolene in conversations and warbling the old Dolly Parton tune at Sam to watch him make That Face.

He laughed at the reaction he got to his question. Sam had always been an easy blusher. "Sorta, huh? Did you like it?"

One day, Sam would figure out something to do to get back at him for all the embarrassment. And it was going to be totally sweet after hearing his brother sing Dolly Parton.

And Sam was only a blusher because his brother was stupid. And he was totally going to stay quiet at that question... for a moment or so at least. "I guess it was okay, yeah."

Dean's singing wasn't annoying! It was artistic.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about, dude. Kissing is awesome. I highly recommend it." He happened to know that Sam turned into a hell of a kisser eventually, so he had to have practiced on someone.

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