I LOVE the idea of young Sam and Dean wandering around Singer Auto like junkyard dogs. Running around shirtless and barefoot with worn through jeans, napping in old rusted over cars and splaying out over each other because it's hot, but they can't be separate, obviously. Drinking grape soda and pushing each other around until they were both covered in bruises and scrapes, still smiling like idiots with popsicle stained tongues. Dean would ruffle Sam's dirty hair and try and convince him to cut it short, Sam would just shove him a little, and they'd forget it, a battle Dean was happy to lose. Sam found a snake there, and Dean, ever the hero, wanted to take care of it. He ended up getting bit and ran to tell Bobby. Bobby told him that he'll be fine and to stop whining, gave him a bandaid, and told him not to mess with it again. They were happy kids at Bobby's.
It's not my usual angst, but I needed the boys to have some joy for once.
