By Tidia, April 2007
Disclaimer: Do not own Supernatural,
and Ridley created The Brotherhood and allows me to play in it.
"Hi Dean!" Five year old Clayton
Wheeler had started a chain reaction in the class. All of the other
kindergarteners chimed in with their own welcoming comments, wanting
"Hi." He had met most of the
kindergarten class. When they saw him in the hallways or at recess they
addressed him. He returned the greeting, which made him a legend. In
his class he had been called a baby because of it. He promptly put a
stop to that with a one punch. What happened after school, stayed after
Miss Lane, Sam's teacher had arranged
for Dean to spend one period with Sam. It was his little brother's turn
to be the special child of the day. It was an honor in the kindergarten
class. The special child got to wear a pin and lead the class out at
recess. Parents, grandparents and relatives came in and brought the
child's favorite food and book, which was read during story time.
John was working and couldn’t take
time off. Dean saved up and bought a package of real Oreo cookies for
Sam and his class to enjoy. He was going to read Sam's favorite book-
Sam I Am by Dr. Seuss. Dean sat in the little chair with Sam leaning
against him, standing, marking Dean as his brother. Sam was proud of
Dean. Dean felt he needed to give the book justice, and made funny
voices. The rest of the class sat in a circle, then scooted in closer
as the reading got under way.
When he finished the class clapped
enthusiastically. Little Logan asked for Dean to read it again. The
teacher suggested they ask Sam and his brother questions.
"Where's your Mommy?" A blonde girl
"In heaven," Sam stated plainly.
Miss Lane interrupted, and redirected
the questioning. Dean was grateful. He was not up to telling a lie to
the whole of Sam's class. He couldn’t tell truth either. "Do you have
any aunt or uncles?"
Sam scrunched up his nose. Dean was
about to answer for his brother when Sam decided he had a reply. "No,
but I have a Caleb."
There was mumbling in the class of
twenty. "What's a Caleb?"
"Does he drive a cherry picker?" One
of the boys commented. Last week Ben had been child of the day and his
uncle had come by with a cherry picker. It had left an impression. Sam
was still talking about it. The Impala paled in comparison to a cherry
Sam explained further. "He's a kid
like me, but better."
Dean tried not to laugh. Caleb did
not define himself as a kid. He thought he was a grown-up. Dean felt
the need to defend his friend. "He's seventeen. A junior in high school
in New York."
"He says we get him into trouble, but
he loves us." Sam chuckled. To the five year old love was always
unconditional. It didn't matter how much trouble he caused because he
was always going to be loved.
Sam continued. "We also have a Mac
and Pastor Jim. They're like uncles aren’t they, Dean?"
Dean didn't get a chance to retort.
Sam had made his own assumptions. "Maybe not Pastor Jim, cause he's a
pastor. Can you be an uncle and a pastor?"
The teacher was able to provide an
answer. "Yes, Sam, your pastor can also be an uncle."
"Oh good! I ask him lots of
questions." Sam decided to give an example of the theological questions
he had posed to the kind pastor. "Like why is Jesus nailed to the
And then the rest of the class
parroted the same question. "Why is Jesus nailed to the cross?"
Dean really wished he could remember
Jim's response, but he didn’t think talking about religion was
appropriate at school. Actually, Sam was on precarious ground. He had
shared a lot of private information.
Again Miss Lane had to corral the
conversation as it was tumbling out of hand. "Tell us about your Uncle
"I have an Uncle Mac too!" piped in
Matthew Teich loudly.
Sam stepped away from Dean to
challenge the other little boy. "Is he a doctor?"
Matthew shrugged. "I don’t know."
Sam stepped back, satisfied he had
won the better uncle contest. "Mac works on people's heads and makes
them feel better. Like magic."
Dean winced when he heard the mention
of magic. "He's a neurosurgeon." Dean clarified, and since it was a big
word the class repeated it, enjoying knowing a special word.
Miss Lane glanced at the wall clock.
"Well, it's time for math now. Everyone back at your desk."
The class was slow to action, and
slightly aimless. Sam remained close to Dean who stood up, and walked
to the teacher.
"Miss Lane, my shoe's untied." Sara
tugged on Miss Lane's skirt. The teacher was talking to another one of
The young teacher smiled, and
gestured to Dean. "Maybe Sam's brother will tie it for you?"
Dean did as the teacher asked, and
quickly tied the pink sneakers.
"Wow, thanks." Sara gave him a shy
smile, and seemed to have a case of hero worship. It didn't take much
to impress a kindergartner.
"No problem." He shrugged.
Sara lingered, staring at Dean. Sam
shifted from one foot to another. "Sara, Miss Lane said to go back to
Dean didn't recognize the tone in his
little brother's voice. It sounded like their father.
Sara waved to Dean, and scurried to
her desk. The Winchester brothers were able to have a moment. Dean
guided his brother to the gerbil cage, which offered some privacy. "Did
you have enough Oreos?"
"Yeah, Dean, everyone said they were
better than Rick's mom's brownies, and they had chocolate chips in
them!" Sam smiled. "I got to have three of them, and Miss Lane said we
can take the rest home."
"Cool." Dean smiled. He liked Oreos
too. He glanced at the clock. "I gotta go, Sammy. I'll see you after
school. Okay?" He had missed English class, and had to be back in time
"Okay, Dean." Sam gave his brother a
brief hug. "I love you, Dean."
Dean relished the warmth of the
contact. "Right back at you," he said quietly, and placed an arm around
his brother's shoulder. Dean walked Sam back to his desk. "Bye!" he
"Bye, Dean!" The whole kindergarten
class yelled out.
Dean ducked his head in
embarrassment. It may have been Sam's special day, but Dean also felt
that he was special too.
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