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Challenge Word: swirl
Previously on Supernatural- "Dad?"
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"Hey Sammy" John softly called from the doorway. "Think I could come in and talk to you for a minute?"
Sam glanced at Dean and then hesitantly nodded.
Smiling, John walked the few steps to the bed and sat down. He reached out and carded a hand through his baby's long locks to calm himself and his son before beginning. "Sammy, I am so sorry son." he apologized. "I should never have said nor done what I did."
"It's okay" Sam absolved. "You had every right to react the way you did. You saw me do what you always knew I would; screw up and get Dean killed."
"Sammy, you didn't…"
Sammy gave his family a sad smile. "Doesn't matter" he told his older brother.
"Yes it does." John countered. "You didn't screw up. The spell just made us think that happened."
"This time" Sam muttered, dropping his gaze to the multicolored swirls on the quilt covering him. "I'll screw up and get one of you killed sooner or later. You and I both know that."
"No you won't. You're too good a hunter for that." John assured his son. "And even if you did, which you won't, I still won't love you any less. If Bobby hadn't gotten to you when he did, I don't know what I would have done."
Sam fingered a stray thread on the tattered quilt. "Bobby should have let me go. You'd all be better off if I weren't here." he tearfully admitted.
Scowling, John grabbed his youngest's chin and yanked his head up until they were eye to eye. "Don't say that!" he growled. "Don't you ever say that! You are my son; my baby boy! I'd die if I lost you!" He dropped his guard allowing his boys to see all the fear, pain, and love he felt.
Bursting into tears, Sam threw himself into his father's arms. "Daddy!" he cried.
"It's okay buddy" John cooed, hugging his distraught son. "You're gonna be okay. Daddy's here and he's gonna make it all better. I promise."