Dean stood in front of the bathroom mirror after Sam and John had fallen asleep. A spider's web of thin white scars covered his face and hid torso was covered in a deep jagged scars. He was disgusted by the sight but knew it would be worth it as long as he could protect Sam this time around and protect others as well.

Weirdly the farthest away thoughts were the clearest to Dean right now like Bobby dying but the other thoughts were forming and clearing up as well. Like he knew next week his father would hurt his arm during a fight with a spirit because he was surprised by a child he didn't know was still in the house. The child ended up being killed before John could kill get rid of the ghost. It was because John had gone in alone. Dean knew that was the first order of business to change well that and the way Sammy was taken care of because he had more then a 13-year-old's point of view to go by so he knew things his little brother needed now that he hadn't understood before and apparently John either didn't know or care about.

Dean ran his hand across his face and shook his head. It was like he was a 13-year-old and a 29-year-old at the same time he could remember things that had not yet happened and still didn't fully understand the changes his body was starting to go through. It was scarey. And Death. Death wasn't at all what he would have thought he'd be like. Then again he'd never really thought of Death as a he before either.

"Dean?" A soft voice from the door way.

"Hey Sammy." Dean said with his best smile.

"Dean are you okay? You should be resting." Sam said with a worried frown.

"Yeah I know Sammy. I was just thinking." Dean said and wrapped his arm around his brother's shoulder and ead him back to bed.

Dean tucked Sam into bed and then sat beside him.

"Hey Sam. You know I love you right?"

Sam looked surprised but nodded. "Uh yeah, I love you too Dean."

Dean kissed Sam's forehead. "You're the best little bro around and I just wanted you to know how lucky I am and how much I love you, Kay?"

Sammy was beaming.

Dean laid down on the floor between John's bed and the one he'd just tucked Sam into.

"Dean lay up here with me. Don't sleep on the floor your healing 'yawn' please."

"I would kiddo but my back hurts, I think I need to sleep here tonight."

It did too it felt like it was still out of line from that stupid desk.

A/N Super short I know sorry. next chapter will be in Saturday or Monday. Hope you liked it