A/N: I've had this one floating around in my head for awhile and after last week's episode I just had to put it on paper.

Thanks to those who always read and review. You guys are the greatest! I love being able to share with people who are as passionate about this show as I am!

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Dean could feel the bed shaking beneath him. He knew Sammy was crying even though the kid hadn't made a sound. Sam was trying to be tough but Dad had told them they would be leaving town in the morning.

Dean had known when Sam started kindergarten it would only be a matter of time before something like this would happen. It had never bothered him that they were on the move all the time……at least not too much, but Sammy was a different matter. He got attached to things, to people.

"Sammy?"

Sam sniffed loudly and swiped his pajama sleeve across his face. When he turned toward his brother, Dean felt as if someone had put their hand around his heart and gave a hard squeeze. The one thing he hated most in the world was seeing tears in the dark eyes of his little brother.

"I'm sorry, Sammy." He put his arm around Sam, the way he used to when he was a little kid and Sam was just a baby.

"Why can't we stay, Dean?"

Dean had to hand it to him. Even though there were tears in Sam's eyes and his skinny little body was trembling, he was trying hard to keep it from spilling over into his voice. Dean had to clear his own throat before he could answer.

"You know that Dad's job drags him all over the country." Not to mention it sometimes drags him into a monster's lair. But he couldn't say that to Sammy. Not yet. He was determined to protect him from that truth for as long as possible.

"But I don't want to leave my friends." Sam pulled away from Dean and there was a fierce look on his face, a look that Dean identified with all too well…….loyalty.

"You'll make new friends." Dean was hoping to appeal to the simpler side of his six year old brother but he knew that wasn't likely. There wasn't very much that was simple about Sammy Winchester.

"I want to be normal, Dean." Sam's brave front was beginning to crumble. "We're not normal. Other kids don't move around like we do and they have moms, Dean. Moms seem nice. Why can't we have a mom?"

Sam buried his head against Dean's chest and began to cry. Dean bit his lip and tightened his arms around his little brother. More than anything he wished he could give his brother what he wanted but he couldn't. He could only give him the one thing he had to offer.

"You'll always have me, Sammy."

"You promise?" Sam's voice was muffled against his chest.

"Yeah, Sammy. I promise."