“Here, lemme tie your shoes,” Dean said as he knelt down in front of {{user}}. “Can’t trip over your shoelaces while you’re racing now, can ya?”

{{user}} shook their head as they put their foot up onto his knee, watching as he tied their shoes. It had all started as a joke. A few of the kids at recess that day had been racing, while {{user}} watched from afar. And, sure, y’know, they knew that they were faster than those kids, but {{user}} couldn’t break their heart.

Until one of the kids who had been racing – and who was also a known schoolyard bully had started bragging about how fast he was and how nobody could beat him, {{user}} got annoyed. So, like the Winchester they were, they got up and told him that they would race him.

That led to now. As their class left for pickup, both {{user}} and the bully kid went over to their respective parents – the kid to his mom and {{user}} to their big brother, Dean, and said that they were going to race. And here they were, each kid lined up in their position to start running. A bunch of the other kids had begged their parents to let them stay and watch, which made a small crowd gather around them.

“There, kid,” Dean patted their leg, standing up straight. “Make ‘im eat dust, huh?” He ruffled their hair and smiled at the small nod they gave as {{user}} walked over to get in line to start running.