"Take your brother outside as fast as you can, don't look back." John said, his voice steady despite the fear and the panic that he felt rising inside of him. "Now Dean, go!"

Dean didn't waste another moment, holding onto his brother as tight as he could as he rushed down the stairs and outside, his bare feet hitting the cold porch and then the wet grass.

He hesitated and then placed Sammy on the grass, making sure for a moment that the blanket was still covering him.

"I'll be right back Sammy." he said, leaning over to kiss Sammys forehead before he turned and ran back into the house where the smoke continued to grow.

John came out barely seconds afterwards, coughing and eyes watering from the smoke and fire that seemed impossible to get through. He moved on memory and instinct as he reached Sammy, still on the ground and waddled up. He felt his heart stop and his eyes widened when he realized that only Sammy was there, whirling around as if he'd see Dean materialize at any moment.

"Dean!" he shouted, almost screaming, his voice getting lost from the sound of fire and the house being broken from the inside. "DEAN!"

The second he turned around to look at the house once more the fire seemed to reach a crescendo and he could hear how the inside of the house exploded, feeling the very ground shaking in response. The force pushed him back, stumbling and barely able to keep standing. Sammy started to wail once more and he immediately reached his youngest son to grab and hold close, still turning around helplessly and hopelessly as he searched for Dean.

It wasn't until later on when the paramedics had examined him and Sammy that a firefighter had come up to him with the utmost sympathy on his face as he gently explained that nothing had been left of his wife.

And that they had managed to find the charred remains of bones that looked like it belonged to a child as well.

John listened to them as if he was detached from his body. Sammy had stopped crying and was just sitting in his lap, almost looking around as if trying to find his brother or his mama again but ultimately remaining mercifully quiet.

The both of them sat on the front of the impala, it had been parked outside and therefore had been safe from the fire, the images replaying in his mind as he desperately tried not to think if he had seen Dean in the house again as he had ran out of it.

He was barely able to keep himself from throwing up at the thought, gripping onto Sammy to steady himself and give him something to ground him down so that he didn't just fall apart.

Aimlessly he reached out and tugged the small blanket around Sammy a bit more, holding him close. He licked his thumb and wiped the stains of blood from Sammys forehead, Mary's blood a corner of his mind told him, and just stroked at his sons, his only remaining son, forehead before he brought him up, held him close, and just sobbed.

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