Dean turned over in his sleep, his bed sheets tangling around his legs.
"No, don't-"
Trees surrounded him as he turned around in a circle. "Please!" Dean called out, his eyes wide with fear. "Dad! Come back!" He could feel his heart pounding as his bright green eyes started to fill with tears.
A whimper escaped his lips as he gripped the pillow tighter.
His feet pounded against the gravel road, tears running freely now as he sprinted toward his dad as fast as he could. "Dad!" He screamed, stretching out his hand. "Dad, behind you!"
Sweat pooled on his brow and he shivered, clutching the sheets. His knuckles turned white.
A gunshot rang out, sending Dean into silence. He knew he was screaming, even though he couldn't hear it, as he ran to his dad's fallen body. "Dad? Dad, come on-wake up!" He turned the body over and shook John's shoulders roughly. "Dad?" He asked softly, his voice breaking. "Please wake up...please."
Dean sat up with a muffled yell, clutching at his quilt. His chest heaved as he looked around the small motel room he and Sammy were in. His eyes fell on John who was sleeping on the couch.
Just a dream.
It was a dream.
He sighed and lay back down, staring at the ceiling, hoping that sleep would take him again. Before he fell back into darkness, Dean felt lips ghost his forehead and pull the covers a little tighter around him and he smiled.
"I'll always be here, champ." John whispered as he looked down at his son. "As long as I can, I'll be here."