Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters, I'm just borrowing them

So, it's been a long time since I put this fic up and I wasn't going to write a second chapter but I couldn't help but keep thinking 'what if it happened to Sam, too?' This is the product of that plot bunny

Enjoy

Sam loved his older brother, really he did, but at the moment the wanted to strangle him. It had been a few weeks since he found out he had been without a soul for a year and a half and had done some pretty fucked up things. After the seizure, though, Dean had gone from concerned to an overprotective mother hen that wouldn't let Sam out of his sight. Sam couldn't even use the bathroom without Dean wanting to follow him in case he had another seizure.

Sam was sick of it.

He was a full-grown adult; he should be able to go out without having his older brother shadowing him. Unfortunately, Dean didn't see it that way. Actually, Sam believed that his older brother probably still saw Sam as an incapable toddler that needed to be supervised 24/7. He wasn't though!

"I'm going to the library to research for our next hunt."

Dean frowned at him, "Why don't you stay here and use your laptop?"

Sam shrugged, he wanted to get out of Dean's thumb but he also didn't want to hurt his brother's feelings.

"Kind of want to do some reading, too."

Dean nodded, "Okay, let's go."

Sam blinked, "Lets? Dean, I can go by myself, besides you hate libraries."

"Nah, I can use some time out."

"Then go to a bar," Sam couldn't help but shout.

Dean's only response was to raise a stupid eyebrow.

"I'm going to the library, I'm going to research the next hunt, and I swear to God if I even catch a glimpse of you I'm punching you in the face."

Dean smirked, amused of all things, "Whatever you say, Sammy."

"I mean it, Dean, I need some alone time."

"Aha, so that's why you want to go to the library."

Sam crossed his arms, "Yes, okay, you're smothering me, so leave me alone."

Dean put his hands up in surrender, "Fine, go be a geek, but call me."

Sam smiled; he loved it when he got his way.

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Sam was going to kill his brother! One hour, that was all it took, one hour for Dean to show up out of nowhere and try to hide from Sam while spying on him. Sam gritted his teeth and got up to leave. He didn't think Dean knew he had seen him but by God, he was going to shake his brother off if had to run three miles to do so. Sam had gotten out of the library and ran as fast as he could. He saw an alley and hid in it until he saw Dean passing it a few minutes later, looking around, worried. Sam didn't care.

He had told Dean he needed some time alone and what had his brother done? Followed and spied on him. Sam had had enough. When he felt it was okay to leave he got out of his hiding spot and walked the opposite direction Dean had. It wasn't even a few seconds later when he felt his phone ringing. Sam ignored it. Let Dean sweat for a little while, it's what he deserved for being a lying asshat.

Sam walked as fast as he could only vaguely paying attention towards the direction he was going. Stupid Dean. Sam told him he needed some alone time and what does he do? He follows Sam and treats him like a child. Sam growled at hearing his phone ringing again for the fifteenth time! Couldn't his brother get a clue? Sam turned off the phone and noticed a park just a little ahead of him.

Sam recognized the park as he and Dean had passed it many times going to Dean's new favorite diner in the little town they had holed up in. Sam walked straight ahead and followed a trail. About a mile ahead he found a huge pond. There were people jogging and families having fun together. Sam gave a bittersweet smile at the scene and sat on the nearest bench he could find. He looked out at the pond and saw ducks, geese, and seagulls swimming around. He turned when he heard a noise a few feet away from him and saw two does running as fast as they could to get into the thicket of trees.

Sam stared at the scenery before him and couldn't help but smile. Finally, some peace and quiet. Sam relaxed little by little and without even noticing he had fallen asleep.

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Sam awoke feeling cold. He opened his eyes and wondered why the temperature was so low. There was only a few weeks away from summer and here he was freezing. He cursed when he took a look at his surroundings.

He was at a park but a different one from where he was. There was no pond, it was cloudy, cold, and he had apparently been teleported.

"Fuck," Sam got up and went in any random direction staying alert to any danger. After all, if he had been moved that means that there was something that did to him and it could (was) dangerous. Sam scoped his surroundings waiting for anything to pounce out at him. He came to a playground and stopped dead on his feet at what he saw.

It was him when he was eleven years old. What the fuck? Had he time traveled? How? Why? Was someone punking him? He needed answers, now. Sam stared at his younger self. He looked dejected sitting on a swing all alone while turning in circles on it. Sam looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of Dean but he wasn't around. Sam frowned. Dean had rarely let Sam out alone at that age. Even if he found it boring if Sam wanted to go to the park Dean would take him. So where was he?

Better yet, when and where was Sam?

He lightly jogged towards his younger self, "Hey kid," he shouted out.

His younger-self looked up. When he saw Sam getting closer to him his expression became guarded and then got up and tried to get in a position to defend himself. Sam saw as his younger self's mouth gaped opened as he stopped in front of him. Younger Sam looked up and up and up. Sam had forgotten how small he was even for his age.

"Uh, hi," he said while half waving his hand, "Um, I was wondering if you could tell me where I am. I'm kind of lost."

Little Sam still was guarded but answered Sam's question, "You're at Bookworm Park."

"Ahh, right, and, uh, where is that at exactly?"

Little Sam looked at Sam like he was crazy, which he probably did sound, "are you high?"

"Uh, no, just lost," he finished lamely.

"Yeah, right," little Sam answered sarcastically, "you're in Littlesville, Montana, the most boring place in the world."

"Uh, right," Sam remembered now. It was the fall of 93' and if he remembered correctly he and Dean had had specific orders from John not to leave the motel room unless it was for school. Sam had gotten so bored that he had begged Dean to take him across the motel to the little park that was there. Dean had refused. So Sam, in a fit of anger, had left while Dean had taken a shower.

He vaguely remembered talking to a giant that was most likely drunk or high off his ass…Well, fuck.

Sam looked around, making sure there was no danger. He didn't remember anything attacking them but who knew what happened to his current self that his younger-self had not seen. God, this was crazy. He had just wanted some alone time.

"Are you here alone," Sam asked.

"Why do you want to know, you a pervert or something?"

"What, no," he answered quickly, "it's just dangerous to be out all alone. Where are your parents?"

"Working," little Sam answered while subtly trying to inch away from Sam.

"Do they now you're here," little Sam suddenly ran. Crap.

"No, wait, kid," Sam followed and easily caught up with him. Little Sam took out a knife and pointed at Sam.

"Whoa, hey, I'm not going to hurt you. There could be something dangerous out here and I would rather you found your parents and went home."

Sam looked at him suspiciously, "What kind of danger?"

"Just something, dangerous," he finished lamely.

"Are you a hunter?"

"What?"

"Are you a hunter," little Sam asked slowly, almost as if he was talking to a dumb person.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," little Sam started, "do you hunt monsters and things that go bump in the night."

Sam decided to answer honestly, "Ah, yeah, how'd you know?"

Little Sam didn't let his guard down, "Because my dad's a hunter, I know the signs."

"Oh, well, if your dad is a hunter doesn't he know better than to let you go off on your own?"

Little Sam stiffened, "Don't talk about my dad like that, he knows how to take care of us!"

"Okay, okay," Sam put his hands up to placate his younger self, "I didn't mean anything by it. It's just that, well, hunters tend to be paranoid."

Younger Sam deflated, "Yeah, I know," he sighed, "I was supposed to stay at the motel room with my brother but I wanted to go to the park. My older brother wouldn't take me so I decided to sneak out for a while."

"I see," Sam said. Little Sam glared at him.

"Don't judge me," he hissed out.

"No, I understand. I have an overbearing older brother that doesn't let me out of his sight even though I'm a full grown adult. It's like, I don't need 24 hours supervision. I can take care of myself."

"Exactly, what's so great about older brothers anyway?"

Sam had to pause for a moment. It was true that Dean was annoying, overbearing, overprotective, and disgusting at times but, he was Sam's older brother and he knew he could always count on Dean.

"I mean, they're annoying, God, are they ever annoying but I know that I can always count on him and that he would," has, "give his life for me and I would do the same for him."

Little Sam sighed, "you're right, but I just wanted to go outside for twenty minutes," he pouted. Sam had to smile.

"C'mon, I'll walk you home to make sure you don't get attacked or something."

Little Sam gave a long-suffering sigh, "Fine."

Along the way, Sam and his younger-self talked about their older brother. Talking to his younger self about Dean really gave him a better perspective about having an older brother. Sure, he was annoying, good lord was he ever annoying, but he cared for Sam and though he could be emotionally constipated Dean showed he cared through his actions.

Sam said goodbye to his younger-self and watched as a younger Dean opened the door and hugged little Sam while looking for injuries. The last thing he heard was Dean saying, "I'll kick your ass if you ever disappear on me like that again."

Sam smiled and then everything went dark.

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"Hey, kid, wake up. It's almost closing time and you can't sleep here."

Sam woke up disoriented to an annoying nasal voice. Wasn't he just talking to his younger self?

"What time is it?"

"Time for you to leave. Seriously, kid, it's closing time."

Sam looked around and saw that the sun had disappeared into the horizon and troves of people leaving the park. Sam got up and followed the people, mind still reeling after, the dream, memory, whatever the hell it was.

It wasn't until Sam was at the entrance of the park that he remembered to turn on his phone. Once it did he saw it was just past seven. He hadn't talked to Dean in six hours. He was so dead. As soon as his phone fully booted up he saw that he had over sixty missed calls and twenty new messages. He bit his lip contemplating his next move. Should he call Dean first or should he just walk to the motel room and wait for him there?

Sam sighed, he listened to the voicemails and the more he heard the more he resolved he became to call Dean. He was worried and the last message was him begging Sam to just call him. Sam dialed Dean's number and waited. It didn't take long, he didn't even hear the second ring before Dean answered.

"Sammy, are you alright," was the first thing he heard. He smiled, "I'm fine, Dean, I'm at the entrance of the little park we always pass to get to the diner."

"I'll be there in ten."

Not even five minutes later Sam saw the Impala coming up the street. As soon as the car stopped in front of him Dean leaped out of the car and checked Sam over.

"Are you okay, are you hurt," he asked while groping Sam all over. Sam made a bitch face before slapping Dean's hand away.

"Hey, this is your fault. You didn't answer your phone and I spent the whole day going to hospitals to see if you were there."

Sam rolled his eyes. He loved his brother but he overreacted when it came to Sam. Still, he took responsibility, after all, he had ignored his brother and hid from him. His expression softened when he remembered a younger Dean doing the same thing to a younger Sam not even a few minutes (years?) ago.

"I'm fine, De, promised."

Dean seemed to believe him and herded Sam into the passenger seat. They sat in comfortable silence the whole drive to the motel. When they got there Dean asked, "So, apart from running away from me, how was the rest of your day?"

"Dude, you will not believe what happened to me."

Here you go. Hope you liked it and thanks for the read.