-Dean-

-4 Years Earlier-

Somewhere in Ohio

Dean turned over onto his side. It was 6 am and Sam was fast asleep in the bed across from him. Dean would've been too if it wasn't for Sam's loud snoring. For the last three hours, all he did was toss and turn trying to tune out the Sam's earth shaking breathing problem. Eventually, he settled down with his phone and turned on the music. He cranked it up as loud as he could without deafening himself. He was sure no one would call him this early, but crossed his fingers. It someone did get the crazy idea to call him, the ringer would blast through his ears like a sonic boom. He rolled back over and looked up at the roof. Water stains spotted the white paint and he tried to make shapes out of them, like he did with clouds when he was young. He was about to fall asleep, on the verge of slipping into a peaceful dream about the latest supermodel, when his ringtone blasted loudly through his small ear buds.

"Jesus Christ!" Dean screamed as he ripped the ear buds out of his now damaged ears. He knew it was going to happen, but hoped he was lucky. Sam stopped in midsnore and scrambled around in his bed.

"What! What's the matter Dean?" he asked while waving around a small knife he pulled out of the bedside table. Sam was dangerous when he first woke up, yet hard to take seriously with a puddle of drool on the bed from where his head was laying. Dean smiled and looked down at his phone. He needed to answer it before whoever was calling him at this ungodly hour hung up. The caller id singed into his eyes, like fire. Before answering, he pushed record on the side of his phone and slowly pulled the phone up to his ear.

"Dad?"