Prologue

April 2010

Barbara's POV.

Stroking his back I was barely keeping myself together. I wanted to take all his pain away. But I knew that I couldn't, and it was killing me. The room was dead silence, without Dean's occasional weeps. I couldn't stand this any longer, it was breaking my heart. But I knew I had to… for Dean. I kissed a tear of sorrow and guilt away from his face. I knew I had to do something. I leaned in and whispered in his ear:

- Dean, if there's anything I can do, to make this more bearable for you-

- Sing to me – he cut me of, swallowing the tears. It was an odd request, because he knew that I couldn't and that it wouldn't sound comforting, but all these things didn't matter right now. This brought back to me a familiar lullaby.

Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby

Golden slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles awake you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby.