A/N: since it's Sam's birthday I'm just gonna randomly put this up🤷🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️
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Sam had came home late from school, unlocking the motel door. It was dark in there so he figured Dean was laying down. He expected to hear him snoring but he heard nothing. He was confused and slightly worried. The 15- year old Winchester looked around. "Dean?" He placed his bag on the bed and sighed. He laid down and stared at the wall. Dean came out from the bathroom with a bag, handing it to Sam with a smile.
"Here, Sammy."
"What is it?" Sam said, peeking in it.
"Would you just open it?" Dean sighed playfully, sitting on the other bed. Sam opened it and pulled out a jacket of Dean's. He smiled softly. "It's .. the one I liked. But it's yours."
Dean shrugged. "It's too small. Go on, there's more in there."
Sam smiled softly and pulled out a few books and shirts. He smiled at his brother. "Thank you, Dean." He got up and gave him a loving hug. Dean chuckled and hugged him, kissing his head. "Love you baby bro."
Sam groaned playfully. "Dean, I'm not a baby."
"You'll always be my baby brother." Dean had replied.