(Hey! So trying a different kind of one shot, just life with the boys when they were little. Something Jared Said at a panel a couple years ago inspired this and I just got around to writing it haha I hope you like it!)
"Dean! Dean I did it!" Eight year old Sammy cried excitedly, holding his homemade fishing pole, a bright grin on his face as he had successfully cast his line out. Dean beamed at his younger brother, pride blossoming in his chest. "Good job Sammy! Now we wait, just like I showed you," He instructed. Sam nodded, strands of chocolate brown hair bouncing over his forehead. The young boy had a determined look in his eyes, as they scanned the murky waters off of the old dock the brothers stood on.
Dean had found this place a few days back while exploring the woods behind their temporary home. He figured he'd better scope out the area for himself, see if there was anything dangerous. To his relief, there was nothing that screamed danger, but instead, a river. Perfect, it turns out, for fishing. That very same day he had spent hours making two fishing rods out of sturdy sticks, twine, and two paper clips that he had turned into hooks.
Satisfied with his creations, he decided to teach Sam how to fish, since poor Sammy had been bored out of his mind. Dean knew this was the perfect solution, because once Sam set his mind to learning something, he didn't quit until he was a pro. Now, it took a couple day's for him to learn how to cast right, but here he was, casting the line out as far as it could go (Which wasn't all that far, but it would have to do).
"Maybe you'll finally catch something," Dean spoke, and held onto his own rod. Sam's eyes flashed with undeniable excitement. "You think so?" He asked, looking up at his big brother with those huge hazel puppy eyes of his. Dean smiled and ruffled Sam's hair with one hand. "I know so," he assured, shooting the kid a wink.
Sam scowled and swatted Dean's hand away, but Dean knew there wasn't any real anger in it. "Both hands on the rod Sammy," Dean reminded, catching both of their mistakes. The kid's hand shot back to his rod at lightning speed, not wanting to do anything wrong, so he would finally catch a fish this time.
"Do you think dad would fish with us when he comes back De?" Sam asked softly, hoping his brother wouldn't get irritated, throwing in the nickname to soften the question. Dean's chest was hit with a physical pain, and he sighed softly. "I dunno Sammy," He lied, not wanting to disappoint his little brother with the truth. It seemed like their father was just too busy for them all the time.
Sam sighed also, his shoulders slumping slightly. Dean frowned, the sight of his brother upset, making him feel bad. "But hey don't worry about it, we can ask. And you'll always have me here anyway," He assured, a soft smile gracing his lips. Sam met his eyes once again, and smiled back, "You're right De. You're the best big brother ever," He confirmed, with a nod of his head.
Dean would never say it out loud but that comment made his entire day, his heart swelling up with joy. "Dang right I am," He joked instead, causing Sammy to giggle. Dean just loved to make his little brother laugh. It was one of the best sounds in the whole world, he had decided at a very young age.
At that moment Sam's pole gave a jerk, causing the kid to gasp in surprise. "Dean! I felt a bite!" He exclaimed. Dean quickly pulled his own line out and went to aid his brother, just as the fish hooked on and began struggling. Sam shouted in glee and held tightly onto his rod, as dean helped. "Come on pull him in Sammy! Use those muscles!" Dean encouraged.
Sam grunted and huffed with the effort, and Dean pulled on the twine to get the fish closer. After a few moments, the fish came into view, thrashing around in it's efforts to escape. Dean grinned and pinched the twine above it's mouth as he lifted it into view. "Sammy you caught a salmon!" He laughed, showing it to Sam, who's eyes were huge, his little jaw wide with amazement. "Woah!" He stared at his catch in awe.
Dean laughed, and inspected the fish. "I'd say it was a six pounder," Dean claimed. "Kinda a smaller size, but any bigger and you woulda gone in," He joked, and Sam pouted. "Hey! Don't be mean to him! He's pretty just the size he is!" Sam said and walked up to the fish, smiling. "He need's a name," He declared, pursing his lips in thought. Dean raised a brow. "Sammy it's a fish..." He spoke blandly, but gave in to Sam's puppy eyes.
"Okay okay...What about...Fish?" Sam deadpanned, giving Dean a look. "Dean you can't name a fish, Fish. Just like you can't name a human, Human," Dean sighed. "Alright smarty pants. What about...Swimmy?" He offered and Sam scrunched his nose. "Sure and let's name person, 'walky'," He retorted. "...Point taken," Dean mumbled.
Suddenly Sam perked up. "I've go it! His name is Salmon Dean! Like Sam and Dean, but Salmon Dean! Get it 'cause...'cause he's a salmon?" He grinned, as if he'd come up with the most clever pun in existence. Dean choked. "Oh my god Sammy," He snorted with a laugh. "Alright. Salmon Dean it is," He agreed, taking the poor fish off the hook.
"Alright, say goodbye now," Dean held the fish out and Sam waved to it. "Bye Salmon Dean!" Dean chuckled, and threw the fish back into the river, where it swam off as fast as it's little fins could take it. Dean turned, and was about to speak when Sam cut him off with a tight hug. "Thanks for teaching me to fish Dean. Best day ever,"
Dean smiled widely, and wrapped his arms around his younger brother. "You're welcome Sammy. What do you say we come back out tomorrow?" Sam pulled back and grinned. "Yea!" Dean grinned back. "Perfect. And who knows? Maybe we'll run into Salmon Dean again,"
And if anyone had been watching, they would have smiled, seeing the two brothers walk away hand in hand, the memories of the day forever cherished by each boy.