E/O Challenge: Curl
Another city. Another motel. Another dark night.
John Winchester muffled his sobs, desperate not to wake his sleeping children.
It wasn't often he broke down like this, but a family he'd seen on the street that day reminded him of what he'd lost, and he couldn't reign in his despair this time.
Suddenly he felt a tiny hand curl around his finger.
Sammy's big hazel eyes met his. Sweet, innocent, beautiful.
John swept the toddler into his arms and hugged him close.
Dean's small arms wrapped around from behind, joining the too-rare family hug.
And John smiled, hugged and cried.