Dean had been gone most of the night. The kids had tried staying awake, however Henry fell asleep right away and Sam (jr) finally succumbed to exhaustion. Sam stayed up, reading and waiting on his brother to return. He knew that Dean had been through a lot, so he was trying to give him the space he probably needed at that moment. Though, there was this nagging part of Sam that told him things weren't okay.

Dean finally walked through the door and shrugged off his jacket. He didn't appear to be drunk or hurt, Sam sighed a breath of relief as his brother came over to sit by him.

"Everything alright? I almost sent a search party out after you," Sam teased, though you could tell he was concerned.

"Sam...I think I royally screwed up," Dean admitted quietly, "I should've never settled down an' had the kids."

Sam shot Dean a look, "How can you say that? They're good kids, Dean."

"They're gonna be in permanent danger, man," Dean sighed, he looked worn, and that cold look was creeping up on his features again, "They're not...fully human, I dunno. Cas told me that since I have the Mark, the kids won't ever really be normal."

"Like...they're demon spawns?," Sam raised an eyebrow, "Look at them, there's no way. They haven't shown signs of having...powers have they?"

Dean shook his head, "Not that I'm aware of...but I mean look at you, it took all those years for yours to start comin' to you."

Sam was quiet for a moment, lost in thought as he sat back. Dean was right. "How...what are you going to do?"

With a shrug, the eldest Winchester pulled out a shot bottle from the gas station and slammed it back before tossing the bottle in the trash, "I don't know anymore, man. One minute I think I know everything, the next...it all goes to shit."

"We'll figure it out, Dean," Sam said, leaning over and putting a hand on Dean's arm, "I'm here to help, so is Cas. You have a support system."

Dean huffed, "Yeah, some support system when I still have a growing urge to gut both you an' Cas." Sam flashed Dean a hurt look. "Not that I want to do it, just that I have the urge to." Dean pushed himself up from the chair, "The kids are the only thing keepin' me grounded right now, and that's barely. You have no idea how bad I wanna go on a rampage and kill everything in sight. But here I am, tryina make it work."

Sam just nodded, "Yeah...," he was at a loss for words. His brother still wanted to kill him. He sighed, "I'm goin' to bed, I'm two rooms over if you need anything."

Dean looked at him, "You could stay here if you want."

Sam snorted, "Yeah, after you just admitted to wanting to kill me? I'll have to pass."

Dean shrugged, "Yeah, touche. I'll see you in the mornin'."

"Night," Sam said, closing the door gently as to not wake the kids.