John walked into the house he was wreaked from all that he had seen.
His sons lay asleep in bed, little Sammy curled around Dean.
John legs could no longer hold him upright and he slid down the wall to silently cry into his torn hands.
Dean heard his father enter and watched as his hero slid to the floor like a broken toy.
Walking to his father he placed his hand onto his larger shoulders and lifted his face to look him in the eye,
"It's ok dad."
John hugged the boy, knowing everything would be ok now.