Happy Birthday Sammygirl1963.
And it's only fair to give my good friend Twinchy credit for helping me with inspiration for this! (Thanks Twinchy - you're a star!)
"Dad?"
"Yes son? What do you need?"
"Is Dean here?"
John blanched. He'd sent Dean on a hunt, the one he himself should have been on.
"Sorry kiddo. Will I do?"
Sam turned fever-bright eyes to his father.
"You sent him away?"
"Sam, he's on a hunt. He'll be back soon."
"On his own?" Sam tried to rise, but a hand on his shoulder pushed him firmly but gently back.
"Easy Sam. Pastor Jim's with him. He's gonna be fine."
Sam relaxed then, murmuring. "You stayed with me."
John grabbed his son's hand, fighting back tears.
"Yes Sammy, I did."