Sam slumped against the doorframe once he reached his room where Dean, mom, and Millie were. Mom and, he assumed, Millie were asleep on his bed and Dean was sitting at his desk, slumped over a bit and sleeping as well.

Swallowing hard Sam forced himself to keep going, the adrenaline still coursing through him from the drive over here. He couldn't remember ever driving that fast, going as soon as he got Deans phone call.

He reached for his brother and gently shook at his arm, backing up a bit when Dean started up, swinging at him before he recognized him.

"Sammy?" Dean mumbled, rubbing at his eyes. Sam came forward and wrapped his arms around his brother, just holding onto him. Dean stiffened for a moment before he returned the hug, the both of them clinging to one another.

"Michaels gone." Dean whispered, pressing more into Sam. "He's not just quiet he's gone, completely. Millie...she did something and I think," he looked over at the wall where the wings were still burned into. "I think she killed him."

Sam did the same, freezing when he saw the marks, turning to look at them completely. "She did that?" he murmured, glancing at the toddler on the bed. "That's...impressive."

"Yeah." Dean said softly, going to bed and carefully sitting on the edge as to not wake either of the girls up. "But its like I said, she's a Winchester."

"Yeah guess so." Sam said shaking his head and sitting next to Dean, just staring at their mom and sister. "Mom looks a bit worse."

"Yeah, she had to get away from Michael, took a lot." Dean said shaking his head. "When Millie did...what she did something happen to mom too."

"Cas does think that mom has some of Michaels grace still inside of her." Sam said with a nod. "Think it has something to do with that?"

"Which leads to another question, what's it going to do to her?" Dean countered, shaking his head. "One problem done, a hundred more to go."

"Still sounds like a Winchester." Sam said, nudging at Dean's shoulder with his own before Dean smiled at him.

"Yeah." Dean said before laying down on the side of the bed, half of him hanging off. "Your mattress sucks."

Sam rolled his eyes and laid back as well at the foot of the bed. "My mattress is just fine, you're just spoiled with your memory foam."

"Yeah, cause it's awesome." Dean shot back, opening one eye to look at him. "Try it out one day, you'll agree."

"I've tried memory foam Dean, it's not that awesome." Sam said, closing his own eyes as slowly he started to calm down. His legs were hanging on the side of the bed and most of his arms were as well. "I'll keep my bed."

Dean snorted but otherwise didn't say anything, turning to look at the girls instead.

"Michales gone." he whispered. "So let's take this as a win and just...relax for a bit."

"Don't have to tell me twice." Sam said, already starting to fall asleep despite the semi comfortable position. "Mom especially."

Dean nodded, turning onto his side to find a more favorable way to be on the mattress. "It's going to be alright now. Just a little bit."

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