Not really Destiel but still good, I think.

Dean was cleaning out the trunk of the Impala. It had finally occurred to the brothers that after all these years, they had never gone through and completely emptied it. Some guns didn't work anymore, stray bullets and casings were everywhere, knives that had gone uncleaned were now unusable thanks to vampire blood, and Dean cut his fingers at least twice at the amount of little glass shards that had found their way in there over the years. 

But it was underneath the endless pile of weapons that Dean found something he hadn't seen in years. Something he assumed had been burned a long, LONG time ago.

There was a small shoebox at the bottom of the trunk, and Dean smiled at it, like it was an old friend he hadn't seen in forever.

He carried the box inside, setting it on a table. Cas and Sam raised their eyebrows at the sight of it.

"What's that?" Sam asked curiously as Dean took the lid off. Dean's smile grew as he noted that the contents were still in perfect condition.

"This, Sammy," he sighed. "This is our childhood." Dean revealed an old VHS tape. Then another one. The box was full of them, and an old camcorder rested at the very bottom.

"What?"

Dean held up the camcorder. 

"When you were little- and I mean REALLY little, we used to have this thing. It was in our house originally, but I snuck it out with us after we left. Dad thought it was stupid and he hated the thing, but I loved it."

"So you were a camera guy when you were young." Sam concluded.

"No!" Dean explained. "Mom recorded stuff on it. My first steps and all that crap, but after she died, and we left our normal life behind, I realized that no one was ever gonna do that for you. I didn't like that idea, so I did it myself."

"...You recorded my first steps?" Sam repeated. Dean grinned, going through the tapes. 

"Yeah. Your first steps, your first word, first day of school- what the.... Oh, I remember this!" He declared. He glanced up at his brother and Cas. "Wanna watch them?"

"Shouldn't we include Mom if we're going to watch videos about our childhood?" Sam questioned.

"Good point. Cas, call her."

"Why me?" Cas demanded. He got the feeling that Mary didn't like him much.

"Because she has to learn to like you." Dean proclaimed.

"Why?"

"You know why, you little kitten, now call her."

An hour later, Mary, Sam, Cas, and Dean sat on the couch as Dean started up the first tape.

"I apologize for the poor quality." He offered. "But I was only four when I filmed this." Then he hit play.

An image of adorable four-year old Dean came onto the screen and he smiled at the camera.

"Okay, I think it's working." he declared, turning and running further away. "Now it's up to you, Sammy." Dean crouched beside his brother, who looked about eight months old. Baby Sam let out a happy cry, smiling innocently.

Dean frowned at his brother.

"You gotta walk, Sammy." He explained. "Here, I'll help you." He lifted Sam onto his feet, making sure he was steady before letting go. Sam wobbled on his feet, looking nervous. 

"You can do it, Sam." Dean assured him. "And you better do it this time too. I don't know how many more of these videos I can take. I should really figure out how to delete them...." Sam let out a shriek in response, reaching toward his brother. Dean backed up a step so that Sam couldn't grab him.

"You gotta walk, Sammy." He explained. Sam looked unsure, but he did, taking a few unsteady steps before falling. Dean caught him quickly, his eyes shining with pride. "You did it!" Young Dean yelled out. "I knew you could do it, Sammy!" He hugged his brother, and Sam clapped happily, laughing.

"Now, to turn off the-" Dean stopped himself, staring at the camera in confusion. "Isn't there supposed to be a red light when it's recording?"

The tape stopped shortly after that.

"Turns out the light was broken." Dean explained as he swapped out tapes.

"I still can't believe you recorded that." Sam insisted, but he was smiling. Mary looked strangely happy as she stared at the TV.

"I'm glad you did." She declared.

"Well, get ready, Sammy, cause I have a whole box full of videos that embarrass you." Dean warned. 

"Jerk." Sam yelled at him.

"Bitch." Dean shot back, playing the next tape. 

John Winchester was present in this one, although Sam was again the main focus. The three Winchesters sat at what was obviously a hotel table, eating spaghetti.

"Would you turn that stupid camera off?" John demanded.

"But I want to catch Sammy's first word on it, and he could talk at any time!" Dean insisted.

"That's a waste of time."

"It's not to me!"

"Well too bad. Turn off the camera." Dean looked pleadingly at his father, until John sighed. "This one time only." 

"Thank you, sir." Dean said softly, his head dropping down to stare at his plate.

Sam, Cas, and Mary frowned at the conversation, but Dean's face remained emotionless. He had forgotten about that conversation, and what had taken place later, once the camera was off.

The rest of the meal was silent, except for Dean's pleas towards his brother. He held up a piece of spaghetti, and Sam reached for it eagerly, but Dean kept it just out of reach.

"Just one word, Sammy." Dean insisted. "One little word and I'll give you the spaghetti." Sam stared blankly at him and Dean sighed.

"Can you say spaghetti?" He asked. Nothing. "Can you say Daddy? Can you say Sam?" he tried, booping Sam on the nose. He giggled, but didn't talk.

"Dean, eat your food." John ordered, and Dean handed his brother the spaghetti before turning back to his own meal. 

Sam watched the two of them before opening his mouth.

"Dean!" He called out in a cute little voice. Dean dropped his fork and whirled around.

"What did you say?" Even John paused.

"Dean!" Sam yelled out happily, reaching for his big brother. "Dean! Dean Dean Dean Dean Dean."

"Yes, that's right!" Dean exclaimed, practically beaming with excitement. "I'm Dean!" He turned towards John. "See? I told you he'd talk!"

"Wonderful. Will you turn off the camera now?" Dean nodded and reached over, a smile still on his face.

"Remind me to burn these tapes after we've watched them all." Sam announced.

"Do it and die." Dean announced. "I thought Dad had destroyed them decades ago, but I guess not." 

He slipped in another tape.

Sam was older now, around five or six, they guessed, and he was grinning goofily as Dean held the camera pointed at him.

"Little Sammy's first day of school!" Dean called in a sing-songy voice.

"Deeeeeeaaaan!" Sam complained, but he laughed at the camera. 

"How do you feel about starting school?" Dean asked.

"Excited!" Sam declared, grabbing onto his backpack straps. Although you couldn't see Dean in the screen, they could all feel him smiling in the background, a proud parent sending his little boy off to school.

"Imagine if you did that for every new school we went to?" Sam questioned. 

"That'd be insane." Dean agreed as another tape started.

This time, it was Sam who appeared first in the screen. He looked around eight, and had a blanket tied around his neck.

"I can fly!" He announced.

"Oh no." Sam pleaded. "This isn't-"

"It is." Dean confirmed. Sam groaned, but the video kept playing. 

"I can fly, and I'm going to record it so that everyone believes me!" Young Sam explained. He adjusted the camera and disappeared from its view. A garage was in view, and Sam reappeared o the roof of it, staring down at the ground.

Mary gasped and looked slightly worried as it kept playing.

Sam looked slightly concerned at the distance and called out.

"DEAN!" he yelled. A door slammed, and Dean came into view, looking around before his eyes finally landed on his brother. They had a perfect view of Dean's face as his eyes went wide and his inner mother was released.

"SAMMY OH MY GOD, GET DOWN FROM THERE!!!!" He yelled, clutching his head in terror. Sam shook his head.

"I'm gonna fly!" He explained.

"No you're not! Get down!!!!" Dean looked around frantically for some way to get his brother down safely. In his panic, Dean failed to notice the camera.

"I am too!" Sam declared. "Watch!"

"SAM NO!" But any further pleas from Dean were cut off as Sam jumped off the garage roof.

As expected, he did not fly.

Instead, he headed straight for the ground, and Dean rushed to catch him, but failed. Sam hit the ground and a single crack echoed through the air just before Sam let out a scream.

"SAMMY!" Dean's voice was full of sheer panic and terror as he dropped to his brother's side, Sam's arm obviously broken. 

Sam, conveniently, had also fallen unconscious.

"Oh my god, Sammy!" Dean pleaded, shaking his brother slightly. Sam didn't respond, laying limply in Dean's arms. "Okay." He told himself. "It's gonna be okay." Dean's breath came in panicked gasps as he looked around, his eyes wide as saucers. He spotted something and darted out of the camera's view, returning with a bike. 

He lifted Sam up gently and put him in the bike's basket before getting on and preparing to pedal away. It was then that Dean spotted the camera.

He shot a glare at his unconscious brother.

"You recorded that?" He grumbled. "SERIOUSLY?" He reached over to switch off the camera, swearing slightly towards his brother. "Bitch." 

"I liked that one." Cas declared.

"What happened after that?" Mary demanded, looking worried.

"I biked Sam to the Emergency Room, they fixed his arm, and I called Dad to come and get us." Dean explained.

"He took the camcorder after that." Sam continued.

"And all the tapes I had, too." Dean added. "I thought he threw them out." He smiled at the shoebox. "Guess not."

"I'm so getting you a video camera now." Cas teased. Dean shoved at him, and the angel laughed.

Dean did love those tapes though. Not just because they showcased important moment's in Sam's life, but because...

They were the closest thing to normal he had. And the tapes reminded him of a time when his life had been happier, and simpler.

Now, he determined, things were much more complicated. But the happiness he felt was greater.