A/N: Thanks for the awesome reviews everyday guys! It makes my day. Now the Wee!chesters Series idea was welcomed by a lot of you, so I thought to start on it right away. :D Like I mentioned, it will be BASED ON REQUESTS AND PROMPTS BY YOU ALL.

So leave me ideas and prompts.

This first one-shot was a prompt by jensensgirl3 : "I like to read about little Sammy being cute and adorable."

Who doesn't love adorable little Sammy? ;) I had millions of ideas in my head. Difficult to chose one, but here it is. Hope you like it! :D

Sammy was almost four years old. But he already knew the alphabet, and knew how to spell his name. The only thing he wanted to try out now, was to write it down. And Sammy knew that dad would not have time to buy him anything to write with. So he sulked on his bed in the motel room, waiting for Dean.

Dean was at a stationary store. Sam was going to turn 4 years old in a few hours, and Dean wanted to get his baby brother a present. He had seen Sam look longingly at a box of crayons a few days back when they had passed the store. Well, if Sammy wanted crayons, he was going to get it. After paying the shopkeeper, Dean made his way back to the motel room.

Dean knocked on the door. Immediately he could hear little feet scurrying towards the door. He smiled.

"Who is it?"

"It's Dean, Sammy. Open up."

"No. Say the code word."

"Oh, come on Sam."

"You don't say. I no open door."

Dean smiled again at the small kid talk. It was pleasure to hear Sam talk in his disjointed sentences. Somehow, only Dean could understand the half formed sentences.

"Fine Sammy." Dean sighed. "Spongebob Squarepants."

"Yay!" yelled Sam from the other side of the door. He opened the door and before Dean could even move a foot, he rushed to his big brother and gave him a big hug.

Dean hugged him back, and scooped him up in his arms and hurled them both towards their bed. All through the time, Sam was squealing with laughter. Dean couldn't help but join in. It felt amazing to see Sam so happy.

"Guess what Sam. I got something for you." teased Dean.

"What? Gimme! Pwease!" said Sam, his hazel eyes sparkling with excitement.

Dean handed the bag to Sam, who eagerly turned it upside down. Out popped the box of crayons.

Sam stared open mouthed at the box lying on the bed between them. Slowly, his face broke onto a smile.

"Is this only for me?"

"Yup Sammy. Just for you."

"Yay! Thank you Dea! I write my name now!"

Then suddenly Sam's face fell.

"What's wrong Sammy?"

"I don't know how to write."

"That's okay. I'll teach you."



Sam grinned ear to ear and hugged Dean another time, before rushing to his school bag and yanking out a piece of paper. He ran back to Dean and handed him the paper and the box of crayons, and they both set to work.

John parked the Impala in front of their room. He had brought Sam his favourite chocolate bar for his birthday on the way back from the graveyard. He was lucky this time as the spirit appeared just as he tossed the matches into the dug up grave. He was still sore from all the digging. He got out of the car with the groceries and unlocked the door. He stopped short at the sight before him.

Dean and Sam were on the bed. Sam was concentrating very hard, his tongue sticking out, trying to write on a piece of paper. Dean was looking at Sam with pride.

"Like this?"

"Yeah. Now, you know what 'M' looks like right? Come here, I'll show you."

Dean took a crayon from the box and showed Sam how to write the letter M. Sam pulled the paper towards him, and with the same look of concentration, tried to mimic the 'M'.

"Hey kiddo. What you doing?" asked John, making his way into the room.

"Daddy!" yelled Sam, jumping off the bed into John's arms.

"Sam! Hey. What mischief you boys up to now?"

Sam grinned mischievously. He squirmed in John's grip. John put him down. He ran to the bed to pick up the paper and showed it to John.

"Look Daddy. Dea' showed me to write my name!" said Sam.

"Wow Sam. That's great!" said John. It was the first time he had seen Sam this happy. He looked at Dean who was looking at Sam with pride.

Sam ran back to Dean. "Dea' you're the best!"

"Aww..Thanks kiddo." Said Dean, pulling Sam into a hug.

"I'm gunna write your name now Dea'!" said Sam. He made his way back to his bed and pulled up another piece of paper to try and write Dean's name.

"Great job Dean. I've never seen him this happy...this..." said John

"Adorable?" completed Dean.

They both watched as Sam stuck his tongue out, and made to write the letter 'D'. They couldn't help but chuckle. They had the most adorable kid in the world.


Hope you liked this jensensgirl3.

The next one-shot will be based on a prompt from one of you guys. So come at me! Give me your ideas! Only if you request, will the series continue! Also, review! It makes my day to know what you guys think... :D

Again, leave prompts so I can get to work on them soon! :D (I have exams coming up, so I need to make time for writing. Hence I ask you so I can get to work on them as soon as possible.)