If you have already read Chapter One while it was still 800 words, please go back and re-read, as I've added on 600 more words that were supposed to be Chapter Two. Thanks!

Chapter Two

"I don't WANT to do my HOMEWORK!"

Dean felt like crying. Sam wouldn't do what he was told, and Dean didn't know how to make him. If daddy were here, he'd know what to do. Dean sniffed, and tried to keep back the tears that threatened to spill. Why wasn't daddy here now? It wasn't fair. All the children in Dean's new class had their moms AND their dads. Why did Dean have neither?

He shook his head at the thought. No, Dean's dad was the bravest person in the world. He fought monsters and saved loads and loads of people, and he was the best dad ever. He was just so busy saving people that he had to stay away from Sam and Dean all the time.

Realising Dean wasn't giving him full attention, Sam stamped his foot and screamed again.

"No! Not doing it!"

"How about you read me your book, and I'll do the worksheet for you?" Dean asked desperately. "You know how much you want to read properly, like me. Right Sammy? And the only way you'll learn to do that is reading me your book."

Dean could see Sam was starting to warm to the suggestion.

"And I promise to do your worksheet."

Sam sat down. "Ok," he said, taking out the book.

"T-t-the c-a-t i-s..."

Dean breathed a sigh of relief as he listen to his little brother read. There were all these tricks to get children to do what you want, but Dean didn't know any of them. Still, it looked like he was picking up a few.

"Dean, what's for dinner?"

Dean could sense a tantrum coming on as soon as he said, "Pasta."

He had been right- Sam's little face scrunched up into a frown.

"But we had pasta yesterday."

"Sorry Sammy, dad only left us pasta and Cheerios."

"Dad makes us nice things when he's here."

"Well dad's not here now. Look, it's pasta or nothing. Sorry Sammy. As soon as dad gets home I promise to ask him for other stuff next time, ok?"

"No!" The little boy yelled, and stomped into the bathroom.

Dean sighed. He wished he could make something other than pasta, but he was in second grade. He still found it hard to boil the water like dad had shown him, and to make sure the pasta had been in the pot long enough. He made a silent promise to himself that next time dad left them at Uncle Bobby's house he'd ask Bobby how to make something else.

Ten minutes later, Dean set a bowl in front of a sulking Sam, who was watching TV and refusing to look at his brother.

Dean sat down beside him.

"Anything good on?"

"Sesame Street."

The two boys watched for a few minutes together. Then-

"Dean?"

"Uh huh?"

"What's sex?"

Dean stared at his little brother.

"Where'd you hear that word?"

"TV a few days ago. I meant to ask you, but then I forgot."

Dean had a sudden flashback from a few months ago. He'd needed to go to the toilet, but as soon as he opened the door he saw dad, in the bathroom with a strange woman. They were both naked, and dad had been staring at her body and grinning before he realised his son was standing open-mouthed in the doorway. After been ordered out of the room, Dean curled up on his bed and tried to block out the noises they were making with his pillow. Dean wanted someone to talk to, and tell him it was ok. But Sam was asleep, and although Dean knew what the noises were, they still scared him. He wanted daddy to give him a hug, but that was a rarity, and he knew if he asked for one he'd be told to stop being a baby and to man up.

Shaking off the memory, Dean wondered how to explain it to his little brother.

He knew sex was how a baby was made, but he wasn't really sure what happened. Daddy had something strange happening with his willy, so Dean supposed it was something to do with that.

"Dean?" His little brother questioned again.

"It's how people get pregnant, Sammy."

"But what happens?"

"Uh...a man puts his willy in a woman's shoe."

Sam frowned. "How does that make a baby?"

"The woman puts on her show and gets pregnant of course."

Dean felt quite proud of himself. He knew it must be something like that. And maybe he was right, and had figured it out all on his own.

Sam snuggled up into his brother, and was asleep within half an hour. Dean tucked him into bed, and fell asleep curled up beside Sam.

There was only a half bowlful of cereal left when Dean looked in the box the next morning. His stomach churned. Stupid, stupid, STUPID. Why hadn't he thought to only have a small bowl yesterday? Now there wasn't enough for Sam.

With a sigh, Dean brought the bowl over to a sleepy-eyed four year old.

"Morning Dee," Sam mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"Hey Sammy. Got breakfast for you here."

Sam peered into the bowl.

"There isn't enough."

"Sorry, that's all that's left."

"But I want more."

Dean felt a lump in his throat. Why couldn't Sammy ever see his point of view? He tried so hard to give him more than half of everything, but it was never good enough. Why couldn't dad stay with them? He sniffed, pushing back his tears, and felt ashamed. If dad were here now, Dean imagined him yelling at Dean for crying. He was too old to cry. Dad would call him weak, and a crybaby. Dean knew his dad was right.

He crouched down to his brother's eye level, setting the bowl on the floor.

"Look Sammy, I know you want more, but this is all that's left, and it'll only do one of us. Please eat it Sammy, I don't want you going to school hungry."

"NO!"

Dean sighed, and went to get dressed. As soon as he came out of the bathroom, he saw the bowl lying on its side, its contents poured out on the floor, the aftermath of a savage kick.

"Sammy!"

"I TOLD you I wanted MORE!"

Dean stared at the bowl. Sam was right, dad was right. He was useless, a good-for-nothing crybaby. Everyone would be happier if he just went away and left dad and Sammy together. They'd be so much better off by themselves.

But then he looked at his little brother. A wave of emotions passed over him. He couldn't leave, it was his job to look after Sammy. Dad and Sam didn't want him, but he had to stay, because he had a job to do. He was going to be a burden on them, but that was ok. He'd always really been a burden on dad anyway.

Dean had make sure that from now on he always did what was best for his brother. He had been selfish yesterday, if he'd looked in the box he would have seen that obviously he shouldn't of had any breakfast, as there wouldn't be enough for Sam today. Next time, he'd always make sure to cut back on his meals. Sam needed it way more than he did.

"C'mon Sammy. I'll walk you to school."

Dean walked out the door with a new determination- looking after his brother properly from now on.

A/N: Half that Chapter was only there to break your hearts especially you agent1967, Lol. Anyway, thank you all so much for reading. A specially big thank you to everyone who left a review, even if it's only a few words it means a lot. There will be a Chapter Three to this story, which as next week is mid-term will probably be posted quite soon. Thanks again!