Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters thereof.

Warning: Wincest! Sam/Dean. Bobby/John. Angel Love. Some language, graphic imagery. Sexual Content.

Look, even the Wincest free chapters are good, and if you skip them to get to smutty ones, you will be missing a lot of important parts and when you get to the Wincest chapters, you will just end up confused and lost. So please take the time to read the unWincest chapters or nothing will make sense, or skip the whole thing all together. I want you to read it but if you are only reading it to read the Wincest and nothing else, then I am not the author you should be reading.

Okay, people, there will be Wincest but the first 15 chapters won't have it since I hadn't thought to add it until Chapter 16. So, not teasing. NO WINCEST UNTIL CHAPTER 16, until then, it is a story about the boys being reunited with their father who is now an angel.

Yes, John is the main character. The story isn't 'Our Sons The Angels', it's 'Our Father the Angel' and yes, he will have a sex life, a really graphic one if I have my way. So, that being said, he is lovers with Bobby and there will be major sex scenes between our two favorite older Hunters, some may make you blush and run in horror at how detailed I get.

So, now that I have explained those parts, let's get down to brass tacks:

One, John will be having lots and lots of sex with Bobby so if this is too awkward for you and you think John should be a monk, you are reading the wrong story. Yes, he is an older man and I believe he should have lots of sex, too. Bobby, too! Just because you're old, doesn't mean you can't get an erection and fuck something!

Two, the story started out as a Wincest free story, and I didn't add it until Chapter 16, shoot me! I didn't see the story going that direction until then. It wrote itself in by then but not before. So I'm not teasing, it's just not added until later. It's eventual Wincest not immediate!

Three, don't skip chapter for lack of Wincest because I include major plot points in them that carry over and through the story, so it will make no sense if you skip the important bits.

Four, please read if you like Bobby and John Love, don't mind not reading Wincest until Chapter 16 (the story is the thing, not the Wincest, you should be reading it for the storyline and if you're only in it to read Wincest, then you need to know I always work up to Wincest after working on the plot. Sex needs plot, is my motto. In context, so to speak,) and you don't mind taking your time getting familiar with characters, then I'm your author.

If you don't like Wincest, don't read! I get graphic with most of my Wincest and I don't want to offend you. Also Bobby does have sex with the Winchesters in this eventually, so also don't read if that bothers you.

Plot: Sam is struggling with his rape still and, of course, he needs Dean more than ever now. Dean does his best to help Sam get past his pain. They go on a hunt again and see how Sam handles it.

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Sam was feeling more like his old self now. He knew he would still be seeing Missouri though, in case he has a setback or something. He also had cut down on how long he slept in bed with Dean at night. He fought the panic until the last moment, usually two to three hours before Dawn, and then crawled into the bed. Dean never said no, Sam noticed, Dean never said no. He understand Sam still needed to comfort that Dean's skin gave him, the connection and healing he felt flow into him when he laid against it. Sam was always worried at times that during the those times, between dark and dawn, that Dean would say he was a freak and tell him to stop being a sissy, go sleep in your own bed, you big baby, but Dean would never do that. At some level, Sam knew that but he was more insecure in those hours, the hours where sometimes the dreams would come, she would come and he would wake screaming again, crying into his pillow, before realizing it was all one bad dream. He would creep over to Dean and lay next to him, hold him like he was his only defense against the dreams, the flashbacks. Dean knew he still had them, that was why he would let his brother hold onto him that way, to drive them away in the night, when he was too weak to do it himself.

Missouri knew Sam's pain and the dreams were not going to stop soon. He would be having them for a long time. Dean quieted the pain, subdued it, made it recede so Sam could function at his former level he used, or as close to it as he could. The touching thing was still there. Sam had forced himself to hug John and Bobby briefly at different intervals over the past weeks to get used to them. He still fought the urge to flinch and wince but the elder men were careful to return the barest hugs, they felt the tremors that indicated how hard he was fighting the reactions and knew he was doing the best he could, that he was trying to touch again. They always rewarded him with a compliment and told him he was doing so good, that it would be okay, they weren't going anywhere. Deep down, they mourned the loss of those confident touches that had been replaced with the hesitant and controlled flinching type Sam had been trying lately. They knew however that he would eventually get there and be able to touch again but it would take time. In the meantime, they settled for listening to him if he needed to talk and letting him be when he needed that too. It was helping him. They could see it in his face and eyes whenever he looked at them. He was learning to trust again.

Sam would wear the gloves most of the time, they made him feel better. The dozens of pairs of gloves Dean had bought him were stashed in Sam's duffel, and so were his weapons, as well as some clothes. Dean had been true to his word and took Sam shopping for more gloves the next day. If Sammy needed them then he would get them. He would make sure Sammy always got what he needed, Dean had been doing that since he was a kid. Sam would always be his little brother, nothing could ever change that, nothing at all.

One day, Bobby told them he had found a hunt for them and showed them the files. Dean refused to let Sam read it until he had a talk with him. He had to be clear on the ground rules, no monster was getting the best of Sam again. These rules would keep Sam safe. Sam balked at them at first but had eventually agreed, albeit grudgingly, he'd just wear Dean down on the rules later.

Dean took a few moments then began to explain that Sam would need to make some changes in how he picked up women. Sam insisted he was fine in that department and Dean begged to differ. Almost every woman Sam got involved with was a demon, usually one that was either trying to betray him or kill him. Sam pointed out that there had been Jessica and Dean had agreed she had be a good one, the only good one. Sarah didn't count, that had only been a short visit. Sam wanted to say Dean was wrong but deep down, he knew Dean was just worried he would get hurt again.

They both recalled the conversation and found it the strangest one they had ever had, and that was saying something. It would be funny if it weren't so tragic to realize that Dean had not been wrong in what he said.

The conversation had went a bit like this:

"Sam, do you always have to attract demon chicks?" Dean growled.

"I don't mean to." Sam protested.

"From now on, you will follow some ground rules when it comes to women or I will make sure you never get to go out with one ever again. I pick or approve all of your dates from now on. I get to subtlely test them in my own way before they can be left alone with you, If at all! I have my 'date' in same room as your 'date'. You know something, Sammy, for a hunter, you have terrible demon radar, I have to say." Dean stated firmly, his brother's tastes in women would get him killed someday.

"But Dean—", Sam started to argue. Dean was so not picking women for him. He had even worse taste than Sam did but then again…Sam realized his are just as bad. He considered celibacy or even abstinence as a lifestyle choice again. He could do it…maybe. Sam sighed in resignation, "Fine, I agree to the ground rules, although some of them are a bit freaky and over protective."

Sam considered celibacy and abstinence again, it seemed the better alternative at the moment. Sam groaned then snorted, Dean would never allow that. Ugh, he was so screwed. He may never get laid again.

"Thought you would see sense." Dean smirked knowingly, "I have to find you a better class of woman."

Sam groaned and stalked into the kitchen, thudding noisily into a chair to sit.

Dean muttered something about stubborn brothers and temper tantrums and then followed his brother into the kitchen to show him the file. It was a simple case but just what Sam needed to get back into the game again. Sam took the file and read it. Not saying a word to his brother.

Dean read it over Sam's shoulder, and groaned. This did not bode well for a good road trip. Dean made up his mind he was going to nip this particular tantrum in the bud,and he knew just how he was going to do it. He let Sam keep the file and went to get his keys.

"You coming, Sam?" Dean called as he grabbed his keys and his jacket. Sam appeared in the doorway looking annoyed, Dean tossed him the bags and headed out the door. Sam followed behind groaning, he so was not talking to his brother after this! "We're taking off, Bobby."

Bobby appeared in the doorway and said, "You boys be careful."

"It's a simple salt and burn. We got it." Dean assured him and waved as he left. Sam followed looking annoyed at his brother but giving Bobby a friendly smile and wave, "See ya, Bobby." Sam said as he closed the door behind him.

As soon as they got into the car, Sam proceeded to stare out the window and refused to speak to his brother, still. Dean just smiled and started his plan to stop his brother's little tantrum.

Dean popped in a tape and turned up the music to drown out the silence. 'Great, the silent treatment.' Dean mused mentally, 'two can play that game.' Eyes on the road, he roared out of the salvage yard and onto the road, singing at the top of his voice, purposefully more off-key than usual, just to bug Sam out of the silent treatment he seemed intent on giving Dean. Sam sulked angrily at his brother, his eyes sliding to Dean once in a while to send him nasty looks. Dean just ignored his brother, smiling widely and singing even louder.

John popped into the backseat suddenly and saw what was going on in the front seat and groaned. It was hard to believe that two grown men could be so much like two year olds. He just closed his eyes and concentrated on the music. He could tell Sam was cracking under the pressure already, just a little bit of course. He could never stay mad at Dean for long, they all knew it, especially him.

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It turns out the ghost was haunting the place because the owners had told the cops where the outlaw had been at and the cops had killed him there, shooting him dead in the upstairs bedroom. Sam and Dean had never had to deal with a wild west ghost before.

This guy threw things and the boys learned to duck real quick. The ghost had really go aim for a spirit. It took some doing but they found out where the bones were. A historian in the town had found out where they were for them, he was an old friend of Bobby's. He wasn't a hunter, they found out, he just helped Bobby with research from time to time.

They burnt the bones while the spirit tried to throw Dean in with the remains. Sam manned the salt gun and shot it long enough for Dean to get a good blaze going, which of course is when the spirit shimmered red and burned up with its bones, setting it free.

The boys headed back to the motel and cleaned up, they were a mess. Afterward, they ate their favorite foods from a diner nearby and then Sam laid down on his bed to sleep. Dean curled up in his own.

Dean awoke in the morning to find himself holding his little brother tightly in his arms, shivering from another bad dream. Dean just stroked his head and calmed him. Sam stirred and smiled. "You waited until the last minute to come over here, didn't you, Sam?" Dean asked, his brother was still shaking from the dream.

"Yeah, I was trying to sleep by myself but the dreams just came a few minutes ago. I had to come over to you then. I want to get better at this. Dean." Sam said, ashamed he had to keep doing this. He swore to himself, I am getting better, aren't I?

"Don't wait so long next time, okay? I appreciate you are trying to sleep on your own and I support that. I also know you still need this contact when you sleep, so try to be more independent if you want but don't wait for the bad dreams to get to you if you feel you need to come sleep in the bed with me. Promise me, Sam." Dean forced Sam to look him in the eye and it hurt Dean's heart to see Sam so uncertain and sad.

"I won't wait so long next time, I promise. I will get better, Dean, I will." Sam promised and went to get up but Dean's arms held him firmly against him, firmly on the bed.

"Let's sleep in, Sam. We got another day to stay here, we're paid up." Sam's head fell against Dean's chest at those words and he laid his ear over his brother's heart, its gentle beat calming him.

"Do you want to talk about the dream, Sam?" Dean whispered to his brother, and Sam did not answer right away.

"Not right now." Sam said, the dream had been so vivid and it still lingered but it was getting hazy now that he was touching Dean. "Later, okay?"

"Sure, later will be fine. Only if you want to talk about it, I promise, Sammy." Dean yawned and let his chin rest on Sam's soft brown hair.

"Thanks." Sam drifted off into his first peaceful sleep of the night.

"You're welcome." Dean smiled in his sleep and pulled his brother closer. No more dreams were going to get him tonight.

Two hours later, twilight gave way to the Dawn. Neither man knew it, they were sleeping and it was a dreamless sleep they needed, especially Sam.

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(This is the final part of the arc. Sam is getting better and I feel like he'll be okay, with the help of his family. He is getting back into the hunt and he needs that.

Please review and let me know what you think. Please don't flame me, if you don't like, don't read it.)