The kids were watching westerns on TV and Dean was sitting at the table, drinking some whiskey but limiting himself. A part of him wanted to go on a rampage and kill anything standing in his way of getting revenge, however he had to think about the children. The reason why the Winchester brothers split originally was that they had a falling out after he nearly killed Sam because of the Mark of Cain. They couldn't figure out how to get rid of it without unleashing what it was holding back into the world. The only other thing to do was go their separate ways, so Dean wouldn't become the monster the world didn't want to see. However, Alex made that side of him disappear after he met her.

They had met at a bar and the two hit it off tremendously well. That's around the time when Dean found that distancing himself from the Mark and the life of hunting helped in gaining control back. The Winchester had gotten a place in town and that's when Alex and him started dating. A year later, they were married and 5 months later they found out they were expecting their first child. Everything finally felt okay and right in his life, the Mark no longer effected him and ruled over him like it used to. For once in a very long time, Dean felt happy and free.

The night that they died, he wouldn't have been able to use his powers even if he wanted to. Dean became more human than anything over the years. He had became complacent and he didn't have much control over them to begin with. Not to mention the First Blade was kept away from the Winchester, which was another big factor in gaining control. Why had he been so stupid? If only he had done something different, he wouldn't have lost half of his world in one night.

Dean sighed as he heard a knock on the door and he stood up, the kids were now preoccupied by Spongebob Squarepants, one of them had changed the channel. He opened up the door to find his brother standing there. He didn't look much different then when they had went their separate ways, except he looked more tired.

"Heya Sam, thanks for comin' on such short notice," Dean extended his hand out then pulled his taller brother in for a hug.

"Of course, it sounded pretty urgent," Sam said, hugging his brother back and then walking past him, inside. "What's going on?" That's when the younger Winchester noticed the kids and eyed them for a minute before looking at Dean, confusion written all over his face. "Who...are they?"

"Sam...those are your nephews," Dean said, giving him the look that he wasn't kidding or messing around.

Sam's eyerows furrowed, "Nephews? What are you talking about? You don't have kids, I wouldn't known."

That's when the elder brother started laughing, "Obviously I do, there they are," it was the first laugh he had all week. The kids were now looking at their dad and the tall, floppy haired giant that was now in their motel room.

"Who's that, dad?," Sam (jr) asked as Henry got up from the pillow he was laying on and walked over.

"This is Sam and Henry, guys...this is my brother, your uncle Sam," Dean explained to the kids. Henry held his arms up to Sam, he wanted to be picked up so he could be taller than everyone else, too. Sam looked at Dean before bending down and picking the young boy who was barely a third of his size up.

"Why have we never met him before?," Sam (jr) had asked, standing up as he sized up the tall man before them. He wasn't sure if he liked the first impression or not that he had gotten from him. He always had assumed that uncle Sam was dead since his dad refused to talk much about him. Though, it pained Dean to think about Sam and him having to be a part, which is why he didn't say much about him.

"We've been...busy," Dean shrugged, he didn't have any excuse. They decided it was better to split, or Sam or someone else was going to end up dead. However, you couldn't explain that to a child, especially one that didn't know monsters were real.

Sam (jr) rolled his eyes, "Yeah, whatever. He only cares now that mom and Luc are gone, just like everyone else." He shook his head and then went to the bathroom and shut the door, it was the only private place they had there.

The older man just sighed, "He's takin' their death hard...I am too."

"Wait, what?," Sam asked, face scrunched in even more confusion, "Who's death, Dean? Why did you call me?"

"We'll talk 'bout why I called later," Dean sighed, "My wife an' 4 month old daughter just died, Sam...we just had their funeral today."

Dean thought he would've been punched if Sam wasn't holding his nephew. He looked absolutely furious as well as sad, "You didn't invite me to the wedding, you didn't tell me I had nephews or even a nice, you didn't even check in with me at least once this entire time. And then you expect to call me up and everything be okay? That's now how this works, Dean." Sam was hurt worse than he ever had been before. Dean and the kids had all these mile stones that he couldn't even be a part of because his brother refused to even tell him until everything went to Hell. Would Dean have said anything at all if they wouldn't have died?

He sat Henry down on the floor, "I can't do this right now, I just. I can't," Sam was overwhelmed. He wanted to be there for Dean, but his mind was also racing a mile a minute. He just needed some fresh air as he walked out of the hotel room.

"A whole 5 minutes...cool," Dean said, checking his watch.

Henry tugged on Dean's pant leg, "Can I draw picture?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah, you know where your art stuff is, buddy. Go draw as many pictures as you want, but remember what we talked 'bout. Better not be on the wall or table this time...your paper only!"

Henry went about his business getting his art supplies out of the toy bag while Dean went to work folding the laundry that he was neglecting. He needed to keep busy somehow, the bad side of him was beginning to get the best of him once more. It'll be okay, it'll be okay, it'll be okay. At least, that's what he had to tell himself until it became reality.