Dean fevered eyes tried to focus on the figure above him.
"Dad? What's going on…."
Dean voice came out like a raspy whisper. Man his throat hurt.
"Dean, hey you with me?"
It sounded like Dad but the figure didn't really look like him.
"Dad don't leave...don't leave me behind."
He could see the fuzzy figure starting to focus it looking less and less like his Dad.
Dean had tears in his eyes. His Dad was gone, he wasn't here. He never was here. And he was never coming back.
"Dean?"
The figure was Sam. Dean tears streamed hard down his face.
That's right Sam was here. Sammy wasn't going anywhere. Sam wasn't going to leave him behind.
"Sam." Dean shot up and wrapped his arms around his younger brother.
"It's ok Dean." Those words hit Dean even harder making him bawl into Sam's chest.
Dean was surprised when he could feel something wet hit the top of his head.
It was Sam, Sam's Tears.
Winchesters didn't have many crying fest but man did they both need one now.
