The cold seeped through the thin layers of clothing and soaked clear to the bone. He'd long since stopped shivering… a bad sign, he remembered.
He'd forgotten everything. It was strange, disconnected. A voice called out to him, familiar hands held him and protected him.
Soon, he began to feel again and the voice started to make sense. "Dad?" He whispered, surprised to feel warm liquid drip on their entwined fingers.
The crying abruptly stopped, and he heard a ragged gasp, "Thank God, Dean. I thought I'd lost you."
A smile appeared, "Don't you know, Dad? I'd never leave you."