Sam is six months old. He don't know yet, but his life is changing forever. All he knows, now, is that he wants to cry - he does - and screams - he does that too - with all the strenght his little lungs have. Everything is hot around him, the burning house as the arms of his big brother who's holding him, and everything is loud but he tries, he really do, the concentrate only on the sound of Dean's voice who can't keep himself but repeats 'It's okay Sammy, everything's fine. It's okay, I've got you."
Later, the sounds, the too-much-heat are gone. Sam's cheeks are dry and he is sleeping, his tiny hand holding Dean's forefinger tightly. He is stucks in the middle of his for now family and everything is fine.