"Give me your hand." Spoke a young 8 year old Dean as he looked down at his older looking younger brother Sam who was struggling for breath holding onto life with everything that was in him.
Sammy looked up at him with tears in his eyes "Dean?" The mans older brother nodded at him extending his hand down as his little eight year old body that was dean stood hovering slightly above as Sam layed struggling to breath on the couch "Come with me Sammy" Dean said smiling a big genuine grin.
Sam took in the thought of how no one knew where he was and that if he died here no one would even know his name, Castiel. Sam closed his eyes and prayed for him to come and bring him home to Bobby, and then reached out his hand and took ahold of Dean's hand.
Suddenly Sam found himself looking up at his older brother and he looked like he was once again his younger 4 year old self. "Let's play Sammy" Dean said tugging the young Winchester behind him.
They played and laughed together and for the first time ever, they could be children. As the layed under a huge tree in a huge field Sammy curled up into Dean and sighed "I love you Dean" He whispered to his brother.
Dean smiled and whispered softly "I love you too Sammy."
Then the perfect world around him did not disappear like it had so many times in his dreams, but it stayed, he stayed, Dean stayed and he was happy, small hands tugged on the older brothers shirt as Sam slowly fell into a happy nightmare free slumber.