"Promise me something John" Mary had said to him when she was six months pregnant with their second child, looking over their sleeping first born son.

"Anything"

"The kids come first, no matter what happens, the kids come first"

"Of course; I promise"

John held his wife's hand and swore to keep her promise even though she couldn't hear him he still had to say it.

"It's time" The nurse said to him gently.

He nodded. Yes it was,but,he didn't want it to happen but it had to. He'd done everything that was there, everything and there was nothing.

He stood up from the chair leaning against the wall arms crossed-his usual position. He stood rock solid, passive with no emotion crossing his face as the machine was turned off, however his arm was coming up to wipe the tears streaming from his eyes.

Tears.

He cried when he was a kid, he was sure, but that was the only time and he had been so small, so young.

Men didn't cry, especially him.

Yet here he was.

He stared at his wife's body, her soul was gone all that was left was an empty shell. A shell that would decay, would eventually rot, would shrink to bones.

He had fell in love with her, not with her beautiful body yet it saddened him to that she was going to go from being such a beauty to a corpse.

Mary was gone. All the time she was hooked up to the machine he had hoped that a miracle would happen but alas no.

He didn't want to end her life expect she had already gone, her soul had left and he had no other choice.

John exited the room, down the corridor, through the door thus repeating three times till he was finally out the hospital.

His good friend Caleb was waiting for him in his car, Bobby he's other good friend was with his kids. He had good friends and like all friends they knew how to handle each other, concerning this they knew to leave John alone ,at least till he had his kids.

John focused solely on his kids, he had to; they were all he had left, and he was all they had left.

Sammy ran at John when he stepped through the door. John swiftly picked him up. "Hey buddy"

"Daddy is mommy coming home?"

John's heart panged. "No Sammy" He managed a weak smile. "She's with the angels now"

"Why do they get her?" Sammy demanded. "It's not fair"

"I know it isn't son" John replied hugging the boy to him tightly.

John glanced over at his other son Dean, already wise for his age, who was sitting on the chair still as anything.

John put Sammy down and went over to Dean.

Dean glanced up at his father breaking his posture of trying to remain strong, although in trying to made him to completty switch off.

"Dean it's okay" John pulled the boy into him.

"No it's not" Dean mumbled into John's chest.

"I'm here, I'm here" John repeated rocking them gently.

I'm here

He took them home, Sammy dropping off in the backseat of the car so John just carried Sammy inside and put him to bed. Dean said he was going to bed to, he soon dropped off. John watched over his kids as they slept.

He had lost Mary, so had the kids. The best he could do by them and by Mary was to be a father to them, had he always been.

It was going to be hard without Mary; he was grieving for her but for all he felt, the kids had to come first.

He was not ever breaking the promise; he would never betray Mary like that.

And the kids losing their mother needed their father like never before. He was going to do his best by them, hell he was going to do his best and beyond all he could!

Dean and Sammy, he's four and eight year old children, had lost their mother already; they weren't losing their father too.