one shots ft. destiel [pt. I] .

14 - two again

Dean & Sam One Shot

[ I skipped a couple verses ]

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Dean's POV

I would do anything,
Just to be two years old again...
Imagine what we could of done,
Imagine what we could of been.

I parked the impala on the side of the curb, grabbing the flowers on the passenger seat and heading up the mini hill.

I stopped at a familiar gravestone, the name 'Sam Winchester' was engraved on it. I felt tears already forming into my eyes, making my vision blurry.

"Heya, sammy.." I started off
"I uh, brought you these" he holds up the flowers that are in his hand then places them in front of the stone.

"I miss you sam" he felt a cold tear slide down his face, he then decides to sit down in front of the gravestone. "You know I-uh meet someone recently, his name is castiel, I call him cas for short, I talk about you all the time to him, and he makes me happy ya'know? And I love him" Dean chuckles a little "and I also tell him all the things we did together..." Dean smiles at the thought of him and sam, before sam passed.

Each and everyday spent with each other , having fun and enjoying life.

Makin' paper planes 'till the sun goes down
I would be holding your hand as your squeezing onto mine,
hold on tight you shall never let go.

"Sammy! Come here I wanna show you something!" 8 year old dean yelled.

"What is it dean?" A 5 year old sam asked.

"I wanna show you how to make a paper plane, my friend charlie showed me it" dean said with a smile. "Come and sit next to me, ill show you how to make one"

Little sam nodded and sat next to his brother, dean then slide a blank piece of paper over to him "ok, first you grab the top corners and fold them in and try to make them even" dean then folds the paper like he said, he looks over at sam who is trying to fold the corners evenly but fails, dean chuckles but then helps.

"here sammy, let me help" dean reaches over and folds the ends for sam.

They continue to make their paper planes, dean helping sam in the process.

When they're done, they headed outside with their planes, "are you ready sammy?" sam nodded his head, then threw his plane in the air, it had flown for only a few seconds until it hit the ground.

"did you see that dean! it flew! it flew!" sam jumped up and down with excitement.

Dean and sam played with there planes until the sun went down, then they were called back into the house for dinner.

Stay up late watch tv,
We couldn't watch
We'd go to school, break the rules and play hopscotch.

"Hey sammy!" 9 year old, Dean called cheerfully, he sat next to sam who was eating his lunch.

"Dean? What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in class?" 6 year old sam asked.

"Yeah but, I rather be here with my lil' bro" dean ruffled sam's hair

"Hey not the hair!" Sam joked,

"So... What do you wanna do?" Dean asked

"um.. Wanna play hopscotch?"

Dean nodded and then they went to where the hopscotch was.

"Have you ever played hopscotch?" Sam questioned