A/N- Hi! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update, life has been pretty crazy at the moment, and I couldn't find time to finish writing the chapter. But this chapter is much longer than usual, perhaps that will make up for my poor updating skills? Anyway, this is the last chapter, but if anybody suggests something and I like it/can think of something for it, I will write another chapter :) And and thank you to all who have reviewed, favourite and followed :) I am very gratefully for them :) Please keep reviewing, I'd love to know what you thought of the chapter/story.

This chapter was suggested by willow1210, 'Sams's first day of school'. Sam is 5 and Dean is 9.

Disclaimer- I don't own Supernatural

John stood at the door, fixing his tie and taking another glance at his case notes. He was pretty sure that this was a skinwalker, the lunar cycle wasn't right for a werewolf, but he needed to examine the body to make sure it wasn't a different creature. He didn't want go in half cocked and get himself killed, who would care for his sons then?

"Where's Sam?" John asked Dean, who was sat at the small kitchenette table, steadily eating a bowl of cereal.

"In the baf-oom" Dean said, mouth full.

"How many times have I told you? Don't speak with your mouth full." John scorned Dean, replacing all his research back into his journal.

Dean quickly swallowed his cereal, and looked into his bowl. "Sorry" He mumbled. "He's in the bathroom" Dean said again.

"Has he had his breakfast?" John asked his eldest son. He had been in a rush this morning, only getting half an hour of sleep that he shouldn't have gotten, so had been too busy to notice everything that his son's were doing.

"Yep. He's doing his teeth. He'll be out in a minute"

John looked down at his watch, realising the time. He was already five minutes late to meet with the coroner, but he didn't want to leave before saying good bye to Sam. Not today. "You need to hurry up, otherwise you'll be late for school" John told Dean, which caused Dean to shovel in the last few spoonful's of cereal and placed the dishes in the washing up bowl.

"Can't you take Sam to his class?" Dean asked him. "Sam would love it if you did. I mean it's his first day. It's a big deal"

"I know it's a big deal, but you know I can't, Dean. I'm already late as it is. Anyway, at Sam's age, it means more to the parents than it does for the kids. And trust me, I'm not happy about missing his first day of kindergarten"

"So go for you then! Why can't you spare half an hour?" Dean argued back.

"You know why, Dean" John replied, annoyance clear in his voice, but he kept his voice low. "We've talked about this. Anyway, do you remember your first day?" John asked him.

"No, but-"

"Exactly. People are dying here, and I need to save them. The needs of civilians outweigh our needs" John told him.

"I know, but-"

"No buts, Dean. I don't want to hear anything more about this. That's an order" John told him.

"Yes, sir" Dean said with a sigh, avoiding the small glare his father gave him.

"Sam, come out here, I want to say goodbye!" John shouted, and smiled as Sam ran out.

"Bye, Daddy" Sam said, running into John's arms and giving him a hug.

"Are you going to be good at school today?" John asked him, returning the hug. Sam nodded his head vigorously. "Good boy." John said, pulling out from the hug. "Have fun today. You can tell me all about it during dinner" John told him.

Sam smiled. "Ok, Daddy."

"Now go and grab your bag." John told him, and Sam ran over to his bed, getting the school bag that was on top. John then turned to Dean. "I'll try to be home for dinner, but if I'm not back by seven, eat anyway. I did you both sandwiches for school, they are in the fridge."

"Thanks" Dean responded with a smile.

John smiled and opened the front door, grabbing his journal. "Look out for Sammy. He's small for his age so he might get picked on, so make sure he doesn't get hurt. But don't fight." John told him.

"Yes, sir" Dean replied.

John nodded his head a quickly left, running to the impala in attempts to get to the morgue quicker. Dean sighed, and walked over to the fridge, seeing what their father had given them for lunch. He had given Sam PB and J sandwiches, his favourite, and the one obviously meant for Dean was a tuna sandwich, something he really disliked. Dean sighed, resisting the urge to give Sam the bag with the tuna, but he knew Sam hated them too.

"Sam, here's your lunch." Dean said, holding it out for him, and Sam quickly ran over, his backpack on his back, and placed it into his bag. Dean did the same, but stuffed his rather than placed it.

"Where did Dad go?" Sam asked Dean, glancing around the apartment.

"He had go to work. That's why he said bye" Dean said with a sigh, walking into the bathroom. "Stay there whilst I do my teeth" Dean told him.

Five minutes later, the Winchester brothers were heading to school, Sam running ahead, excited. He couldn't wait to learn what Dean learnt, and make new friends. He couldn't wait to learn how to write, his dad had already taught him how to spell his name and how to write the alphabet. He even knew how to count up to one hundred, thanks to Dean. But now Sam wanted to learn even more.

"Come on, Dean!" Sam squealed, heading down the walkway by a mixture of running and skipping.

Dean rolled his eyes, but quickened his pace slightly. Unlike Sam, he wasn't nearly as excited about school. He couldn't stay focused for long enough to pay attention to his teacher, and the work was nearly always dull. The only upside for school was that he could hang out with people his own age for once, although he never really tried to make close friends anymore, it made it easier for when they moved.

Dean caught up with Sam, who was waiting patiently at the side of the road, jumping up and down on the balls of his feet as the school was in front of them.

"Hold my hand" Dean told him, holding out his hand which Sam quickly grabbed. They quickly checked it was clear to cross before walking to the other side, and Sam released his hand again, ready to run inside the gates of the school.

"Woah, woah, woah." Dean said, grabbing the handle on his brother's backpack and pulling him back. "There's a couple of things we need to go through first before I drop you in there." Dean told him, and Sam nodded his head. "First, I'll pick you up from inside you classroom at three. Don't leave the classroom after schools finished." Dean told him, and Sam nodded his head. "Ok, second, stranger danger. Don't go anywhere with anyone else who you don't know without asking me. Even if it's a friends parent. Don't talk to any strangers, or accept anything off them. If a stranger comes up to you, go and find me." Dean told him. "And third, if you have any trouble with any of the other kids, come and find me and tell me." Dean finished, and Sam nodded his head once again. "Alright, say all that back to me" Dean told him, wanting to make sure his brother would remember it all.

"You'll come to my classroom to take me home. If anybody is mean to me, I have to find you and tell you. And don't talk to anybody strange" Sam responded.

"Don't talk to strangers" Dean corrected with a smile. "That includes people who aren't strange too." Dean told him.

"What about the people in my class? I don't know them." Sam pointed out.

"You can talk to kids your age, that's fine. Just don't go anywhere with them without telling me" Dean told him, before patting his brother on the back and walking into the school grounds, Sam walking happily beside him.

The pair walked into the reception, and Dean smiled at the receptionist.

"Hi, we're new here. My names Dean Winchester and I was wondering where my class was. I'm going into the fourth grade" Dean told the man politely. The man nodded his head, and started to riffle through some of the papers.

"You're in room 7b" The man replied. "That's down the hall, fourth door on the right"

"Where is the Kindergarten classroom?" Dean asked the man, nodding slightly at his younger brother.

"They are at the very end of the corridor, in the double classroom" The man said with a smile.

"Thanks." Dean said before nudging his brother and walking down the hall. Dean paused at his door, and turned to Sam. "This is my classroom, so if you need me, then I'll be in here. If I'm not in here then I'll be in the playground." Dean told his brother, before continuing to lead him down the hall, where all the parents were swarming.

Dean started to get nervous as they entered Sam's classroom. He had no idea why, but his stomach was starting to make knots.

"Hi there" The teacher said, running up to the pair "What's your name?" She asked Sam kindly

Sam stood there, glaring at her, and quickly moved behind Dean. Dean stared at him confused, wondering why he had all of a sudden gone shy. Sam was definitely not a shy kid. Dean rolled his eyes as the reason popped into his head.

"Dude, you're allowed to talk to teachers too. They aren't strangers" Dean told him, causing the teacher to chuckle under her breath, and Sam relaxed slightly.

"Sam" He told the teacher.

"It's nice to meet you, Sam." She replied. "I'm Miss Blossom, and I'm your teacher. Are you excited for school?" She asked him, and Sam eagerly nodded his head. "That's good. I'm going to give you a name tag so I can remember everybody's name." She said, handing him a sticker, which Sam quickly stuck on his chest. "You can put your bag and coat on the peg with the lion and your name on it, and then you can go join the rest to the children." She told him, and he ran off to the peg.

"Are you his brother?" She asked Dean.

"Yeah, I'm Dean." Dean informed her.

"Are your parents about?" She asked him, searching above his head, looking for their parents.

"Dad had to go to work." Dean said quickly, which earned a nod of understanding from Miss Blossom. "I told Sam that I'd pick him up from the classroom at three." Dean told her.

"That's fine. We usually finish at quarter to, but I'm sure I can keep him occupied for quarter of an hour." She said with a smile, before quickly moving onto the next child who had arrived.

Sam ran over to Dean and gave him a hug, which Dean returned, and then knelt down to Sam's height. "Have a fun day at school, Sammy." Dean told him, ruffling his hair.

"Ok" Sam replied, and ran over to the building blocks.

Dean sighed and walked out of the classroom, walking grudgingly to his classroom. Unlike Sam, he wasn't looking forward to his first day at school.

Dean glanced at the clock once again. It was seven fifteen, their father should have been home by now. But despite what his dad had told him, Dean hadn't served dinner yet. He wanted Sam to be able to tell their father about his first day over dinner.

"I'm hungry" Sam told Dean, walking up to him.

"Just five more minutes" Dean told Sam, taking another glance out of the window, just in case he had missed the Impala's unmistakeable roar. Dean could feel Sam's stare at the back of his head. "Just go and watch cartoons" Dean ordered, not looking at Sam, and waved his hand in the general direction of the TV. Sam huffed in annoyance, but jumped onto the couch and started to watch TV.

Five minutes later, Sam knelt over the couch, and watched Dean stare out of the window.

"Stop staring at me, dude. It's creepy." Dean said, not turning around.

"Daddy's not coming home." Sam told Dean bluntly.

"Yes he his. He said so." Dean argued back, ignoring the feeling in his gut telling him that Sam was right.

"Dean, I'm hungry. Please can we eat now?" Sam pleaded, holding his stomach.

Dean sighed, but nodded his head. "Fine." Dean quickly shoved the leftover macaroni and cheese from yesterday into the oven. However, he didn't stop looking through the window all the time as the dinner was in oven.

When the timer went off ten minutes later, Dean reluctantly withdrew himself from the window. "Sammy, grub's up" Dean told Sam, who eagerly got up from the couch and ran over to the table. Dean smiled slightly and placed and placed a bowler macaroni in front of him with a glass of apple juice. Dean quickly served himself a bowl before leaving the rest for his father.

"How come Daddy couldn't take me to school? Everybody else had their mommy's and daddy's there" Sam said, before shoving a forkful of food into his mouth.

"Dad has to work" Dean told him, looking glumly into is macaroni and cheese.

"What does Daddy do?" Sam asked.

"I keep telling you, he sells things" Dean replied, refusing to look Sam in the eye.

"Alex's daddy flys aeroplanes" Sam told him "So he goes away a lot too. Does Daddy get to fly an aeroplane for work?" Sam asked.

"No. He just has to drive." Dean replied.

"Her mommy works as nurse. What did our mommy do?"

"I don't know" Dean replied after a moment of silence. He really didn't like talking about their Mom. Even after four years, her memory still hurt. "So is Alex your new girlfriend then?" Dean said, trying to change topic. All he's heard about since he picked Sam up was 'Alex this' and 'Alex that'.

"No!" Sam said, as though the question offended him.

"Sammy has a girlfriend" Dean teased, a smirk on his face.

"No I don't!" Sam said back, trying to get his voice louder than Dean's, who was now singing 'Sammy has a girlfriend' over and over. "Dean, stop it! She's not my girlfriend!" Sam said again, reaching over the table to hit his brother in attempt to make him stop. However, Sam's arm knocked Dean's glass, causing it to fall off the table and shatter into pieces over the floor.

"Damn it, Sam" Dean grumbled, his playful mood leaving him instantly. Dean quickly knelt onto the floor and started to pick up the pieces

"Sorry" Sam said quickly, ready to jump off the chair and help his brother clean up the mess.

"Stay on the chair!" Dean snapped at him, and Sam quickly sat down, a hurt expression on his face. Dean instantly regretted his harsh tone. "Sorry, I didn't mean to say it that harsh. It's just that you might cut yourself." Dean explained, throwing the glass pieces into the bin and grabbing a towel to mop up the apple juice.

"How come you can then? You might cut yourself" Sam reasoned.

"I'm older" Dean replied simply. "I'm supposed to look after you"

"Who's gonna look after you?" Sam asked him after a moment's thought.

"I don't need looking after" Dean said with a sigh, throwing the towel onto the side. "Now finish your dinner"

Sam scooped in another mouthful before talking again. "Why don't you need looking after, Dean?"

"Because, I'm awesome" Dean told him, a smirk on his face, before stuffing his mouth with food.

Once the boys had finished their dinner, Sam sat on the couch, happily reading one of Deans old comics. Dean grudgingly did the washing up, it wasn't a chore he enjoyed, but he remembered how cross his father was when he came home, and Dean hadn't cleaned a single thing for days. He really didn't want to relive that again.

It wasn't until Sam had just gotten into bed, Dean forcing him after he fell asleep on the couch, that the unmistakable roar of the Impala announced their father's arrival. As soon as the motel door opened, Sam jumped onto his father.

"Hey buddy" John said with a smile, "Give your old man some room" John said light heartedly, but all the while returning the hug.

"Sorry, Daddy" Sam said with a smile.

"Why aren't you in bed then?" John asked Sam, but looking pointedly at Dean. Although he wasn't sure of the time, he knew it was well past Sam's bedtime.

"He was, but then we heard you" Dean explained, giving his father a look to show that he wasn't too happy that he had returned at this hour on a day like this.

John nodded his head. "I'm sorry, work kept me late." John told Dean. "But, I got it all sorted." Dean nodded his head, a smile on his lips.

"Daddy! Do you want to hear about my first day?" Sam asked him, jumping up and down excitedly.

"Of course I do" John said with a smile, picking up Sam and walking over to the couch, signalling Dean to follow.

Sam retailed his whole day, not skipping out a single detail. Dean smiled ahead of each mini story, having heard it all before on the way home. John listened intently to his son reciting the day, praising him for his achievements. It wasn't until he saw the stifled yawn and drooping eyes that he stopped Sam and sent him to bed.

"So how was your first day?" He asked, turning to Dean.

"It was alright." Dean said with a shrug.

"That's it?" John replied. After hearing Sam talk constantly, he was taken back by Dean's lack of response. He knew Dean particularly enjoy school, but he expected to hear a little more than that on his first day. "What's your teacher like?" John asked, suggesting a topic to discuss.

"He's alright" Dean replied.

"Make any friends?" John asked, and Dean merely shrugged. "Is that a yes or a no?"

"I don't know. Yes, I guess"

John bit back a sigh, he knew Dean wasn't going to tell him anything. And already Dean was becoming better at his poker face, hiding his feelings. John couldn't decide if this was a good or a bad thing. It was good for hunting, and John was certain Dean was going to be a brilliant hunter, but it broke his heart slightly that Dean felt that he should hide his feelings from his own father.

"Can I watch TV?" Dean asked, breaking the silence and changing the topic. Dean wanted to ask how the hunt went, but he knew Sam wouldn't be completely asleep yet. Both he and John agreed that it was best to keep Sam oblivious to the knowledge of the things that go bump in the night for as long as possible.

John nodded his head, and got up from the couch to get a beer from the fridge. However, half way across the kitchenette when he heard a crunch under his biker boot. He glanced under his foot and saw a piece of glass shattered into smaller pieces, one getting stuck into his boot.

"Why is there a piece of glass on the floor?" John questioned Dean.

Dean turned to face him, a guilty look on his face. "We accidently broke a glass" Dean admitted. "I thought I cleaned it all up"

"You need to do a better job" John scorned him, his voice hushed as he noticed Sam's breathing had finally slowed enough to show that he was now sleeping. "Sam runs about his place without any shoes on, he could have cut his foot on this piece!" John warned.

"I'm sorry, sir" Dean replied, his head hung slightly.

"Just, make sure that you clean it all up next time" John said, picking up the remaining pieces and tossing them into the bin. "And try not to break any more glasses" He added as an afterthought.

"Yes, sir" Dean replied, and then returned to watching the TV. He waited until John had sat back down onto the couch and taken a swig from his beer before questioning him about the hunt.

"I managed to kill the Banshee using iron rounds" John told him, "So there shouldn't be any more killings." Dean smiled and nodded his head. His admiration for his father was never diminished. "And I haven't got any more hunts lined up at the moment, so I can stay with you boys" John said with a smile, and Dean grinned at the information. As much as he admired his father for the work he did, he loved it when his father was able to spend time with him. "Now, I think you should to go to bed, school day tomorrow" John told him. With a sigh, Dean did as he was told and clambered into bed.

Dean was woken up by the sound of his father's voice.

"But the full moon's tomorrow, I'd have to leave now" John said down the phone. "I know I owe you a favour, but I have my boys… I can't get them to Bobby's and then get to you in time. Is there nobody else?" Dean could see his father start to pace by the phone and running his hand through his hair. "He is responsible enough, but he's still a child. I can't keep asking him... Fine, but don't ever ask me for another favour. I'll see you tomorrow, where are you staying?" John said with a sigh, and noted the address down onto a piece of paper, "Yes. Bye." John replied, slamming the phone the phone back onto the wall.

"You're leaving?" Dean asked, sitting up in bed.

"Dean, I didn't realise you were awake." John said, startled.

"I thought you said you didn't have any hunts" Dean said to him.

"I know, but I have to do this one. I owe this hunter a favour, he got me out of a tricky situation a few months ago. I'll only be gone for a few days." John promised, but they both knew that John's time keeping wasn't great.

"Where are you going?"

"Texas. I have to leave now, and I can't drive you to Bobby's or Jim's in time, so I need you look after Sammy again" John told him, and Dean nodded his head. "Remember to salt and lock the doors and windows, close the shades, don't let anybody in, and don't leave except for school. If somebody trys to bust in shoot first, ask questions later. If anybody calls, don't pick up. If it's me, I'll ring once then call back" John told him, grabbing his duffle and throwing in anything that he needed. "Here's some emergency cash, and I mean emergency." John said, throwing fifty dollars onto Dean's bed. "Make sure that you're neat and tidy, if it's cold out, make sure you are both wearing coats. And that you both eat, and you turn up to school on time. If I'm not back by the end of this week, call Pastor Jim."

"Dad, I've done this before" Dean told him with a small smile.

"I know, but this is important. And most of all, watch out for Sammy." John said, glancing over at Sam's still sleeping form.

Dean glanced at Sam and smiled. The kid could sleep through anything. "I know, Dad."

"You're a good son" John told him, pulling his duffle onto shoulder. "I'll see you in a few days" John said ruffling Dean's hair.

"See you later" Dean said as John walked out of the door. Dean took another glance at his brother, before laying back onto his bed. He wasn't worried about looking after his brother. After all, it wasn't his first time, and he knew it wasn't going to be his last.