Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes x Sams sixteen by the way :D
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-Charlotte
John and Dean yawned as they walked up to the motel room. The hunt was easy but tiring, They had left Sam (who was ill) at home so he could rest. "Your making the coffee" smirked John, "yeah, yeah" Dean smiled.
They opened the door to the first corridor, an abandoned maids trolley was in the centre of the corridor. Dean frowned and John narrowed his dark eyes. "Lazy maids, probably smoking by the pool" John said, Dean snorted and grabbed his keys.
They failed to notice the maids dead body pinned to the ceiling, blood patch on her stomach and imitating the look Mary Winchester had after Azazel killed her.
"Dean...the doors open" John frowned and pushed the door slightly, it's loud creak echoing in the motel room. The light was on and the T.V.
Dean started panicking. "Sammy? Sammy?" he shouted. They walked in the room and peered around. "Sammy!" John yelled.
A drop hit the floor. "What the?" John looked down at the carpet were a crimson drop now lay. "SAM!" John heard Dean scream.
He looked up like Dean and saw Sam pinned to the ceiling, a large blood patch across his stomach and his eyes unseeing and dim.
Just like Mary.
"NOOOOOOOO! Sammy!" John cried. "SAM! SAMMY!" Dean screamed before the ceiling caught fire.
John shot out of bed. 'It was dream' he told himself before leaping out of bed and bursting into his sons room. Sam jumped up, startled.
"Dad?" he mumbled. John grabbed him and pulled him into a crushing hug. Sam was shocked at this rare show of affection. "I love you son" John said, "I love you too dad".