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Previously on Supernatural- Grinning, Dean followed his dad and brother out of the building. This week was gonna be awesome!


A little after one in the morning the hunters drove down the long dirt driveway to the salvage yard. Pulling up in front of the porch, they cut their various vehicles' engines and threw open the doors.

Dean hopped out of the passenger side of his baby and hurried to the back door. After slowing easing the door open, he leaned in and gently picked up his sleeping little brother. Nudging the door closed with his hip, he turned and walked across the lawn and up the steps of the porch. Dean paused long enough for Rufus to open the screen and wooden door and then strode into one of the only homes he'd ever known. "I'm gonna go put Sammy to bed and take a quick shower before I hit the hay, too." He informed the older men.

John nodded. "I'll be up in a few minutes." He replied. "I just wanna check on Bobby first."

"Okay" Dean called over his shoulder.

The senior hunters waved their goodnights and then continued on through the living room and into the kitchen where Bobby was waiting for them.

"How are you feeling, Old Timer?" Josh questioned as he plopped into a chair beside his friend.

"Feel better than you look" Bobby muttered.

"That the best you can do, Singer?" Rufus teased, pouring himself a mug of the steaming brew in the coffee pot. He took a big swig of his drink and promptly spit it out. "What the hell?!"

"It's chamomile tea." Bobby filled in not bothering to hide his amusement.

"Tea?" John and Josh gasped.

"Yes tea" Bobby answered, returning the glares being leveled his way. "You guys have had a rough night and we have one week to make up twenty plus years worth of disappointments and let downs. We're gonna need a good night's sleep to do that which means no coffee tonight."

"But Bobby" Rufus whined.

"I said no Rufus." Bobby growled. "You start drinking and you'll be up half the night swapping stories. It's tea or nothing. Now I'm going to bed. I for one plan on being up bright and early in the morning." The injured hunter grabbed the crutch he'd found and hobbled to the entryway. Stopping, he glanced back at his friends. "Oh and clean up your mess before you bed down. I ain't your maid."

The three hunters chuckled. Deciding the junk yard owner had the right idea, they dumped out the mugs of tea they'd poured and tromped out of the room to get some sleep.


After checking on his boys, John shuffled down the hall to his room. He swiftly changed into the old t-shirt and jogging pants Dean had let him borrow and lay down on the lumpy mattress of what had to be the world's oldest bed. Staring up at the ceiling, the weary hunter thought over his plans for the next few days. Everything had to be perfect. He only had one shot to make things up to his boys and he wasn't about to blow it. For once in his life or afterlife he was going to do right by his kids. Yawning, John closed his eyes and let sleep take him. He had just started to dream of the day to come when the creak of the floorboards outside his room startled him awake. Wrapping his hand around the hilt of the knife under his pillow, the seasoned hunter lay still feigning sleep. He listened as the door slid open and tiny socked feet padded across the floor. Smiling, he released his grip on the knife and rolled over. "Hey Sammy" he softly greeted. "What's wrong, kiddo?"

Sam nervously shifted from foot to foot. What had seemed like a good idea suddenly seemed stupid now that he was here. Raking a hand through his hair, the littlest Winchester glanced from his dad to the door and back. Finally deciding to just go for it, the boy stammered, "Ummm, dad? Do you think I could…its okay if you say no. I just…you know what never mind."

"Sam" John called. "Come here son."

Dropping his head, Sam dutifully turned and walked back to his dad.

John sat up and leaned against the headboard. "Now, what's going on, buddy?" he questioned. "And don't tell me nothing."

"I ummm, I just…" Sam stuttered before blurting out, "Can I sleep with you?"

John's eyebrows shot up. His grown independent son, the one that pitched a fit anytime any of them picked him up, wanted to sleep with him? What was going on? Was he…his baby boy's hand coming up to swipe at his eyes brought John out of his thoughts. Knowing he'd just screwed up by not answering, the worried father smiled and lifted the covers. "Sure you can buddy" he told the boy.

Sam quickly climbed onto the bed and burrowed under the blankets. "Thanks dad" he whispered, snuggling into the man's side.

Wrapping an arm around his trembling son, John began rubbing the boy's arm. "Did you have a nightmare?" he softly asked.

Sam shook his head. "No sir" he replied, resisting the urge to stick his thumb in his mouth. "I just woke up and it was dark and there were all these creepy noises and I got scared. And I know it's just the sound of the house settling and the tree limbs hitting the house but that doesn't help. It still scares the crap outta me. And I was gonna go to Dean but he had those burgers with extra onions and he was, was…"

"Stinking up the place" John finished.

"Big time" Sam agreed with a yawn. "I'm so *YAWN* sorry I woke you up. I sh *YAWN* shouldn't have…"

"Stop right there." John ordered. Taking hold of his son's chin, he gently tipped the boy's head up until they were eye to eye. "You have nothing to be sorry for Sam. You are my son. You can come to me anytime you need me. It wouldn't matter if you were six or sixty. You need your old man than you come to me."

The six year old's face fell. "But you won't be here." he miserably stated.

Crap! He'd forgotten that. Still…John smiled at his son. "Sammy, I may not physically be here but I'll always be with you."

Sam made a disgusted face. "Daaad" he whined. "You sound like a Hallmark movie."

"Really? Huh" John said, scratching his chin. "Well, how about this? I'll always be right here." He laid a hand over the little boy's heart.

Sam giggled. "Now you're ET." He replied.

Thinking quickly, John schooled his expression. "Sam since you don't want to hear anything chick flicky, I'm afraid you leave me no choice but to do this!" he exclaimed, launching a tickle attack. Holding on to the squirming body beside him, John went for any and all of his son's ticklish spots. The fingers of his free hand roamed from one side of the tiny body to another, eliciting peals of laughter from his captive. Laughing himself, John continued the attack not stopping until Sammy's face was beet red.

Sam rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around his aching stomach. "Th-that was s-s-s-so not f-f-fair." He panted.

"Me? Not fair?" John fake gasped, putting a hand over his heart.

Sam smiled.

"There! That's what I wanna see!" John said, returning the smile. He tossed an arm around his baby boy and pulled him into his side. "Come on now. It's sleep time. We have a big day ahead of us."

"We *YAWN* do?" Sam asked, knuckling his eyes.

"Yeah kiddo we do." John answered, putting a finger over the boy's mouth. "Uh uh uh, sleep now. I'll tell you our plans in the morning not a minute before."

"Alright" Sam grudgingly agreed. He wiggled around making himself comfortable before laying his head down on his father's chest, closing his eyes, and falling asleep.

"Sweet dreams buddy" John whispered, carding a hand through Sam's hair. Letting out a jaw popping yawn, he tightened his hold on the boy, closed his eyes, and joined his son in dreamland.


Sam hungrily stuffed the last of his Lucky Charms in his mouth. He chewed the marshmallow bits slowly savoring every delicious bite. He had forgotten just how wonderful the childhood favorite tasted. After swallowing his mouthful, the mini hunter snatched up his chocolate milk and gulped it down. Licking his lips, the six year old scanned the table.

"Want more Sammy?" Dean asked, shaking the half empty box.

"YES!" Sam enthusiastically hollered before catching himself. "I mean yeah I would."

Snickering, Dean sauntered over. "One bowl of hearts, stars, and clovers coming right up." he announced, dumping cereal into the boy's bowl.

"Here, you're gonna need some more of this, too." Rufus told him, setting a full glass of chocolate milk in front of Sam.

"Thanks!" Sam said. He took a huge swig of his milk before digging into his Lucky Charms once more. "So, what are we doing today?" he asked when he finally came up for air.

"We are going to the zoo." John informed the group.

"The zoo?" Dean repeated.

"Yes, the zoo" John replied. He folded up the paper he had been reading, set it on the table, and looked at his sons. "And then tomorrow I thought we'd try out that new amusement park over in Rapid City; LEGOLAND I think."

"There's an amusement park with Legos?" Sam questioned the awe clear in his voice.

"Sure is, kiddo" John answered.

"Cool!" Sam muttered.

"Yeah cool" Bobby agreed, ruffling the little boy's hair. "Sounds like you guys are in for a fun couple of days."

"You mean week." John corrected. "There's also a warehouse full of video games for us to play, a laser tag and go cart place, and to top it all off a concert by one of the best bands ever!" The hunter and father pulled a set of tickets out of his pocket.

Dean immediately snatched the tickets out of his dad's hand. "AC/DC?! NO WAY!"

"Yes way" John retorted. "We will all" he glanced around at the other hunters. "be sitting front row center at the AC/DC concert this Friday."

"AWESOME!" Dean hollered, giving his father a one armed hug. "Dad, you're the best!" Grinning like a kid on Christmas morning, Dean danced around the table to Sam. "Come on little brother! We've gotta get ready!"

Bobby chuckled as the Winchester boys raced out of the kitchen. "I haven't seen those two so excited since…well ever." He stated. "You did good Johnny."

"Bout time" Josh grumbled, earning a swat to the back of the head from Bobby's cap.

John ducked his head. "I know." He admitted. "Funny how your view changes after you die. Everything is so clear now. I should have focused on my boys not revenge."

"Hindsight is twenty twenty my friend" Rufus said, patting the senior Winchester on the back. "Do yourself a favor. Forget about the woulda, coulda, shouldas and just enjoy the time that you have."

"Yeah, thinking about the past and what you could have done differently will do you no good." Josh chimed in. "You've got a whole week to play and party with your boys. Focus on that."

John nodded. "I plan on it. I'm not gonna…"

"We're ready!" Sam yelled as he barreled into the room. "Can we go now? Please? The giraffe feeding time is in an hour and I don't wanna miss it!"

"Well, I guess we need to get going then." John replied. He took his dishes to the sink and then walked over and scooped up his excited son. "Come on Sammy! We've got giraffes to feed!"


Rufus stepped out of the house and onto the back porch. He plopped down in the only empty rocking chair with a sigh. "Here" he said, passing the beer bottles to his two friends. "You know, I'm gonna miss this."

"Me too" Bobby seconded. "I don't think I've ever seen Dean and Sam as happy and relaxed as they have been this past week."

"I just hope losing John again doesn't destroy it." Josh uttered, taking a swig from his bottle.

"Do you have to be such a Debbie Downer?" Rufus huffed.

"A what?" Josh asked, staring incredulously at his friend. "Man, you have got to quit watching those Lifetime movies."

"I don't wa…"

"Look!" Bobby hissed.

All eyes snapped to the Winchesters who had suddenly stopped playing.


"Boys" John called. "It's time."

Dean and Sam rushed over to their father. "Can't you stay a little longer?" Sam begged.

"I wish I could Sammy." John replied, lovingly palming his son's cheek. "But that's just not possible." Opening his arms, the Winchester patriarch enveloped both his boys in a bone crushing hug. "I'm gonna miss you two so much. But I want you both to know that I love you; always have and always will. Don't you ever forget that." His smile morphed into the drill sergeant expression his kids were familiar with. "But even though I love you more than life itself, if you two knuckleheads pull that crap you did when I died, I will personally come back and kick both your asses!"

"And if he doesn't, I will." A soft voice declared.

"M-m-mom?" Sam stammered.

Mary smiled. "Yes baby" she answered as she walked over to her family. She went up to Dean first. "My sweet boy" she said, hugging her eldest child. "I am so proud of you. You raised your brother, took care of your father, and made things as happy as you could for all of you. You kept our little family together. You are the best son a mother could ever ask for."

"Mom" a stunned Dean muttered.

"I know, baby I know. I love you too." Mary whispered. She kissed her son's cheek before releasing him from the hug and turning to her youngest.

Sam eagerly stepped up, wrapped his arms around his mother, and said the words he'd longed to say for so long. "I love you mom."

"I love you to baby." Mary said, hugging her son back and smiling as he melted in her embrace. "Sammy, I want you to know I'm proud of you, too. You didn't buckle under the demon's curse. You fought against your so called destiny and won. And even with everything you've been through you still try to see the good in everybody. You're the same sweet baby I brought home from the hospital; my sweet little Sammy."

"He's the same alright. He still just eats, sleeps, whines, and stinks up the place." Dean teased.

"Says the guy who let out that onion bomb in the living room last night," Sam threw back.

"Boys" John warned.

"Sorry mom" Dean apologized.

"Yeah sorry mom" Sam seconded.

Mary palmed both boys' cheeks. "My darling boys" she whispered before sighing. "Your father and I have to go now. Dean, Sammy, you two take care of each other and remember we love you."

"Love you, too" Dean and Sam whispered, their faces crumbling as their parents vanished.

Bobby gave the boys a few minutes to grieve before hobbling across the yard to the two young men he thought of as his own. "You boys alright?" he asked, placing a comforting hand on both hunters' shoulders.

Dean rounded on the man. Glaring daggers at his old friend and mentor, he yelled, "I'm fine! I don't need you…" He broke off with a yelp. Rubbing his backside, Dean looked to the sky. "Daaad!" he whined.

A dimpled grin appeared on Sam's face as he deduced what had just happened. "Dude, you just got your, your ass kicked!" he gleefully crowed before bursting out laughing.

Dean focused his glare on his brother. "Oh, you think that's funny huh?" he growled, fighting not to smile at the sound of Sam's laughter. It was a battle he quickly lost. He smirked evilly at his giggling sibling. "I'll show you funny." He promised, reaching for little brother.

Sam let out a very unmanly shriek before taking off running.

Bobby chuckled as he watched the Winchester boys racing around his backyard, laughing and tossing insults back and forth. Yeah, his kids were going to be just fine. "Thanks Castiel" Bobby whispered.