Sam's P.O.V

Dean went into the bathroom to take a shower and I let myself find my way to my computer.

I turned it on to see some girl in a bikini; I rolled my eyes knowing that Dean was the last one on. Note to self: change password. I closed the tab and found myself reading a fan fiction.

It was something that I found myself doing often theses days in secret cause if I told Dean I would never hear the end of it. The story I was looking at made me shiver.

It was about a two boys waiting for their father to come back home, the story tugged one of my heart strings. The older one was named…Dean, and the younger was named…Sam. They are just names, I tell myself turning my attention back to the story, it read:

'They were waiting for their father to get back from a job, but it was taking longer than normal and Dean was beginning to worry.

Dean seemed to be the strong brother that you could turn to in a hard time but he was in fact finding the fact that he too felt scared and worried too. It looked like that he was hard on his younger brother Sam but in reality he didn't know better.

"Sam, turn off the TV and get in bed," Dean said to Sam in a way that sounded like his father's.

"But I don't want to," Sam whined to him gazing still into the TV screen.

"I don't care, you need sleep," Dean said knowing that he could never be the fatherly figure in Sam's life, and in the back of his mind he wondered if Sam would ever have a father figure.

Almost like he could read Dean's thoughts Sam snapped at Dean attacking him with his words, "You're not Dad, Dean!" he said running a blade over Dean's heart.

"I know but I am in charge now and you need to go to sleep," Dean said to Sam trying to hide the fact that he wanted to punch a hole in the wall.

Where was their father? Did hear remember that he had two sons to come home to, to protect? Did he expect Dean to do it all, to do his job as a father?

Dean wasn't ready to take care of his younger brother Sam; he could barely take care of himself. The thought of their dad not coming home hit Dean hard and he wanted to wash the thought away.

"Dean," Sam whined again, "just let me finish watching this show. It should be done in a few minutes."

Dean felt sick and needed to be alone and forget about their absent father and the thoughts of how life would have been if his mother was still alive. That is what he needed; he needed a loving mother proud of him.

"I'm going to take a long shower when I get out I want to see the TV off and you in bed," he said to Sam with a smile letting Sam have his way, with the thoughts of his mom still floating in his mind.

"Thanks Dean," Sam smiled at his brother and for a moment Dean realized that if something did happen to his and Sam's dad, he could hold this train wreck of a family together. He knew he could, he loved Sam and he knew that he would pull Sam out of hunting. He would save him just in time for them to have a somewhat normal life.

"Dean!" a voice Dean knew by heart gasped as his dad opened the door of the motel room.

Dean jumped in front of Sam grabbing a shotgun and holy water, splashing his dad with the water. When his dad didn't scream in pain he let out a sigh in relief. He helped his dad onto one of the beds and ignored the cursing and threats from his dad's mouth. He pulled the bullet that had launched it's self into their father's shoulder out and sewed up the wound automatically.

"Thanks, Dean," his dad said to him with slurred words as he lifted the alcohol to his lips.

Dean glanced at Sam who had fallen asleep and he let himself calm down. He knew he could hold this family together if his dad died but it never meant that he wanted to.'

My eyes were wide, I remember this I remember seeing my dad come home form a case and Dean cleaning him up. How could this be possible? I asked myself looking over the story once again.

"Dean," I yelled for him as he walked out of the bathroom from taking a shower. "I think you need to see this."