Sat around the kitchen table, Sam's head was lowered.
"Sam..." Mary spoke up softly. "None of this is your fault, sweetie. We need you to understand that."
Sam didn't say anything.
"You're a little behind the other kids in your class because you had a lot of challenges when you were younger that they didn't have." John tried to word what he was saying as sensitively as he could.
"But they're not stupid..." Came an almost silent response.
"What was that sweetie?" Mary asked.
"The other kids in my class aren't stupid." Sam stated, finally looking up to meet John and Mary's gazes. "I heard my teacher talking to the Principal, you're supposed to be able to read at ten, which makes me stupid for not being able to."
Mary was silent for a moment before she took a deep breath. "Sam..." She began. "I don't want to ever hear you say that about yourself again...do you understand me?" Her tone was firm but in a caring way as she looked at her youngest. "You are not stupid!" She emphasised, still maintaining her soft voice.
"I am!" Sam shouted, his voice becoming childlike as he did so. Tears began to fall down his cheeks once again. "You don't understand!" Sam visably deflated as he slumped down against the table, burying his head into his arms, hiding from John and Mary's gaze.
Mary and John looked at each as they wondered what it was Sam thought they didn't understand.
"Sam...something is clearly bothering you, and we want you to know that we're here for you...through all of this. You don't have to hide anything from us. We're here to listen to you." John explained, trying to coax Sam into talking.
Sam shook his head, not lifting it up from his arms as he did so. "You'd think I'm stupid too." They heard a mumble.
"We would never think that, sweetie." Mary stated gently.
Sam lifted his head up slightly, eyes red from crying. "I don't know how to write..." He stated almost inaudibly.
Mary couldn't bear seeing Sam so upset. "Awww, sweetie." She spoke softly. "We can help you with that. It's nothing to be ashamed of, and just because you can't read or write doesn't mean you're stupid." Mary stated before she leant closer to Sam, resting her arms on the table. "Now here's what we're gonna' do..." She smiled. "We're gonna' start reading some books together when you get home from school. You can choose which ones you want to read, and then we'll read them together."
"Mrs Winchester..." Sam began. "Do I have to have a tutor in school?"
"You don't have to, but it might help you." Mary explained. "Do you not want to have one?"
Sam didn't say anything for a few seconds, before he eventually shook his head slowly.
"Would you rather me, John and Dean just help you?" She asked.
Sam nodded, the beginnings of a smile appearing on his face.
"That's settled then." John smiled. "I'll ring the school in the morning."
There was a knock at the door.
Turning, Dean was stood in the doorway with an expression that showed the sheer amount of concern he had for his little brother. Mary and John had politely asked if they could talk to Sam alone in the kitchen, and although he had clearly was doubtful about leaving him, he did. Dean had stayed upstairs for the duration of their conversation, so it would be unfair on the kid to keep him from his little brother any longer.
"You can come in now, Dean, we've worked everything out." John smiled. "Haven't we, Sam?"
Sam nodded before he climbed down from his chair and walked over to his older brother, burying himself against his chest.
Dean smiled as he looked down at his little brother and gathered him up in his arms, wrapping them around him.
"We've told Sam that we'll all help him with his reading and writing." Mary explained with a smile.
Dean nodded as he cast a hand through Sam's brown curls. "Yeah, Sammy, I'll help you too. It's easy once you get the hang of it. You'll be reading and writing in no time...I mean, you're a lot smarter than me and I managed it." He smirked.
Sam giggled. "Thanks, De." He smiled.
"You're welcome, Sammy."