John paced the room holding Sammy. Dean slept in the crib.

Mary dealt with the boys when they were sick, he had no idea why the baby had a fever. He needed to relax and breathe! Was he hurt in the fire? Everyone had said he was fine. John had a feeling something was wrong, Sammy never cried NEVER! Since the fire he had not stopped crying. John paced and rocked his son, cooling the baby with a bath, never seeing the man watching him caring for Sammy.

"See ya soon Sammy." The YED whispered before fading back to hell.