It was an eerily quiet night, the house was thick with silence as Mary and John put their youngest son to bed while Dean waited patiently for his bedtime story.

"Good night Sammy" They said, kissing the infant's forehead and placing him safely in his large white crib.

The click of the light switch told Dean they would be in his room in a moment, he loved his new brother but he hated all the attention he got sometimes.

"Hey sweetie, get your pj's on and daddy will read you a story okay?" Mary purred sweetly.

"Okay Mom" Dean grinned, happy to have his parents to himself for just a few minutes a day.

Dean rushed the pull his He Man pj's out of his small white dresser and get changed, eager to hear whatever story his dad had picked out for them that night.

"Are you ready son?" John called gently from the hallway.

"Ready!" Dean chirped back, quickly climbing into bed.

John slowly creaked the door open and peeked inside to see if Dean was under his covers yet before stepping in, book in hand.

"How about we read Peter Pan tonight?" John asked his young, excited son as he sat down beside him on the bed.

"I love that story" Dean agreed happily and snuggled in closer.

Dean sat in quiet awe for the next hour as his dad read him the story of Peter Pan, Wendy and the Lost boys. He carefully did the individual voices of all the characters and made sure he showed Dean every picture, even though that meant stopping every couple of sentences.

Dean looked forward to story time all day long, it was the only one on one time he had with his dad and he loved every second of it.

"Okay bud, it's time to get some shut eye" John whispered, mussing up Dean's hair as he stiffly climbed off the bed.

"Night Dad" Dean smiled, already half asleep as John made his was out his bedroom.

What felt like second later Dean was jolted awake but a blood curdling scream.

Mom!

Dean slid of bed and ran as fast as he could down the hall to Sammy's nursery, following the screams to their source.

For some reason Dean couldn't understand, his mother was pinned to the ceiling of the nursery. Frozen in fear he watched as she stared down on him, her eyes wide set in terror and was abruptly engulfed in flames.

"Dean! Take Sammy and get outside! NOW!" John growled, shoving the crying infant into his arms and shoving him out of the room.

Without hesitation Dean followed the instructions and ran, little brother screaming and squirming in his arms outside. He stared helplessly as the second floor of their home was quickly swallowed my the flames, licking at the inside of the windows.

The tears welled in his eye as he stared at the door, anxiously waiting for his dad to come out of the burning house.

A long moment later, John emerged from the flame filled house and stumbled out onto to lawn in front of them.

"Dean, are you okay?" He asked, his voice gruff and strained as he coughed the smoke out of his lungs.

"Yes" He muttered before realizing he was sobbing.

"Come here son, it's going to be okay.. I promise" John assured him, crawling closer and pulling both his sons into a hug, holding them tightly.

"Wha- What about mom?" Dean sniffled.

"I-I'm sorry son, mom.. mom's gone" He told him as softly as he could, tears streaming down his face.

"We need to go Dean" John said finally, running his thumb over Dean's cheeks to wipe away the tears before taking Sam out of his arms.

Dean took a deep, steadying breath, pulled himself to his feet and followed his father to the large black Impala that was parked in the driveway.

John loaded Sam into the car seat, carefully buckling him in place and double checking all the straps before getting settled into the front seat.

Dean sat perfectly still as his dad wrapped him in his large, well worn leather jacket around him like a blanket and buckled him in.

John tugged on the seat belt once more before walking around to the other side of the car and sliding in behind the steering wheel.

As the engine purred to life so did the cassette player, filling the car with the familiar opening to Kansas' Carry On My Wayward Son. The song was some how soothing, bringing a wave a peace over everyone listened, including Sammy who had finally stopped crying and fallen back to sleep.

Dean didn't cry again after that night, he couldn't he had to take care of Sammy, he had to be strong. Stronger than any four year old should ever have to be.

John stared out onto the highway, grim determination etched on his face and his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel as tightly as he could while he drove.

"Where are we going?" Dean asked after hours of music filled silence.

"We're going to go see Bobby Singer" He replied, his eyes never leaving the road.

"Okay" Dean replied, his eyes heavy with exhaustion.

"Get some rest son, we're going to have a long day tomorrow" He told him softly, turning the music down slightly.

Dean nodded and closed his heavy eyes but he see wouldn't find him. A few hours later the sun started coming up and Sammy woke up for a feeding and a clean diaper.

"Shh, it's okay Sammy we'll get you some food" John assured the fussing infant.

"Dean could you please climb back there and try to calm him down?" John asked gently.

"Sure dad" Dean replied, rubbing his tired eyes before crawling into the back seat.

"Come on Sammy, please don't cry we'll feed you soon" Dean cooed for a moment before spotting the spare diaper bag on the floor.

Opening the bag he found several fresh diapers, a small plastic container full of baby cereal, a box of wipes, some powder and one plastic bottle full of dry formula.

"Dad, there's a baby bag back here" Dean informed him, pawing through it.

"Great, any diapers?" He asked, his eyes leaving the road and glancing into the rear view mirror.

"Yes" He replied, holding them up for him to see.

"Wipes too" He added a moment later.

"Do you think you could change him? might calm him down for a while" He asked, unsure.

"Okay" Dean agreed, crawling onto the floor in front of Sammy and getting him unbuckled.

Dean carefully lifted his brother out of the car seat and placed him carefully on the bench next to it before going to work on getting his onesie unsnapped and his diaper off.

Before long he was clean, powdered, had a fresh diaper on and was ready to go back in his car seat.

"There you go Sammy" Dean yawned as he buckled him back into his seat and cleaned everything up.

"Thank you Dean" John whispered from the front seat.

"You're welcome" He replied before getting settled next to his brother.

A few long hours later they drove into the parking lot of a small grocery store, stopping for first time all night.

"I have to go and pick some things up, you stay here and keep an eye on Sam Okay?" John told him quickly before stepping out of the car and heading into the store.

Sam babbled happily, blissfully unaware of what happened the night before and tugged on a fist full of Dean's hair.

"Ouch, knock it off Sammy" Dean growled, untangling his tiny fist from his hair.

Sam giggled as Dean scowled at him as he reached for his hair again.

Dean moved out of his reach, sliding his back against the door and pulling his knees up under the leather jacket that was still draped around him.

A few minutes later John was back at the car with several grocery bags in his hand.

"Can you put these back there please" John asked as he handed Dean the bags, one at a time except for one that he kept up front with him.

Dean peeked into the bags to see what his dad bought, diapers, wipes, a large tin with a smiling baby on the front, several tins of tuna, spam, a few kinds of soup, some bananas, a small bag of apples, a loaf of bread and a few packages of bologna.

"Pass me that bottle" John instructed as he leaned forward and pulling something out of the bag next to him.

Dean did as he asked and pulled the bottle from the diaper bag and dropped it over the back of the seat for him.

John expertly took the lid off the bottle and held it between his knees as he unscrewed the lid on the water and carefully poured it onto the waiting formula.

"I need you to feed your brother for me" John instructed while he shook the bottle with one hand to mix it.

"Okay" Dean replied and reached out for it.

"Thanks kiddo" He said, exhaustion clear in his voice.

Dean placed the bottle in Sams eager mouth and held in place while he sucked it dry, watching the town fade behind them.

Not long after Sam finished eating, they pulled into a long drive way with a metal arch at the end. It had large letters in it but Dean didn't know what they said.

As they pulled in he stared at the all broken down vehicles and mountains of twisted up, rusted metal that seemed to cover everything except the small house that sat behind it all.

"We're here" John commented.

Bobby Singer was a gentle man, he could be loud and he was a little rough around the edges sometimes but Dean always enjoyed spending time with him.

"John? What are you doing here" Bobby called from the porch.

"Stay in the car for a minute" John instructed as he climbed out and met Bobby half way.

Dean watched as they had a conversation he couldn't hear, a moment later Bobby pulled John into a hug and after pulling away left his hand on his shoulder for a few seconds, comforting him in some way.

They both walked back to the car and opened the door.

"Hey kiddo! You've gotten huge!" Bobby gushed, helping Dean out of the back seat.

"Hi Bobby" Dean replied, he couldn't help but smile at him, the man was like a human teddy bear.

"This must be Sammy" Bobby smiled and playfully poked his nose with a long, grease stained finger.

"Mhm" Dean nodded.

"Well don't just stand there, lets get everyone inside" Bobby grinned.