John smiled, watching his two sons happily playing at the park. After having lost Mary, he never took his eyes off of his boys, in pure fear of losing yet another family member.
"Hey Dean! Come see my castle!" An over-joyed little Sam, yelled out, motioning for his older brother to come join him.
"Woah!", Dean shouted, "That's awesome Sammy!"
John was amazed of how well Dean took care of Sam. Whenever Sam was sick, hurt or sad Dean was the first person he wanted. Those two had an unbreakable bond. Marry would have been so proud.
"Sammy, you wanna' come play soccer?" Dean asked, while trying to balance the ball on his thumb.
"No, I wan' a play in the sand box." Sam replied, in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Okay, well you should come play later!"
"Dean, careful not to get too close to the road. I wouldn't want you to get hurt!" John exclaimed, trying to watch both of his sons.
Dean was peacefully kicking the soccer ball, while Sammy was tossing around the sand. Suddenly, John turned to see a man standing over Sammy. Panicking, he ran over,and grabbed his two year old. john scowled at the man, who fled the instant the saw John coming.
"Daddy!", Dean yelled out, "The ball rolled out into the street. I'm gonna' get it!"
Dean turned and ran towards the street. John put Sam back in the sandbox, and twisted around in the nick of time, to see his eldest son walking out into the street. Then he saw the car speeding down the road.
"DEAN!" John exclaimed, running as fast as he could.
"OWW!" Dean yelled out, as a strong a hand tugged him back, throwing him to the ground. The car passed as Dean fell, scaring the young boy.
"DEAN WHAT DID I TELL YOU!?" John howled, furious that his son had not listened, almost costing him his life.
"I-I'm sorr-" Dean didn't finish, as he burst out in sobs.
"Oh Dean." John said, pulling his son close to him, stroking his hair. "I'm not mad. You just scared me buddy."
John waited, as Dean's sobs slowly morphed into sniffles.
"C'mon lets go get Sammy and go get lunch. How does that sound?" John asked, a smile crawling across his face.
Dean's face lit up, and he exclaimed, "Can we get ice cream?", completely oblivious to what had just occurred.
"Sure." John chuckled, helping Dea up, and grasping his small hand.
"Wait, daddy can I go get Sammy?"
"I don't see why not." John replied, as Dean took off running back to the playground, John trailing behind.
"Hey Samm-" Dean shouted, but stopped, when he noticed Sam was no longer in the sandbox.
"Sammy? We gotta' go. It's not time to be hiding." Dean said, a worried look coming across his face.
"Sam? Buddy, where are you?" John shouted frantically.
They searched everywhere, asking everyone, but Sam was nowhere to be found.`
"Daddy, what do we do?" Dean whispered, his bottom lip quivering.
"I'm calling 911, Dean!" John yelled out in terror.
"Where is Sammy, daddy?" Dean asked holding onto his father, tears welling up in his eyes.
"I don't know Dean..." John said, feeling a pit in his stomach.
"SAMMY!?"
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey! Wow came up with this at school, actually I'm really enjoying it! So i already have chpt. 2 written. I just want to know what you think of it so far! You want me to continue? That cliff hanger though...