Dean was the first one to wake up, his vision clearing slowly as he stared at his sister.

After that talk with the kid Dean had started to go to his room to go to sleep but had stopped outside of Sam's room. Not bothering to stop himself he quietly came into it, just staring at his sister for a long moment before he got into the same bed as her.

They had always been close, too close according to some people but those people can go to hell. They'd spend years sleeping in the same bed and more often than not it helped him get to sleep a lot better, knowing that the most important person in his life was safe and just centimeters away from him.

And waking up now, after weeks of having her dead and out of reach from him, opened his eyes and seeing Sam right there, still sleeping, it was one of the best sights he could ever remember seeing in his entire life.

Breathing out slowly Dean reached out and stroked at her cheek, watching her smile slightly in her sleep and let out a small sigh of her own. His fingers moved up into her hair, just stroking over everything, and marveling over the fact that she was right there with him.

After what seemed like seconds her eyes fluttered and opened, clearing as she looked at him. Sam smiled and moved slightly closer to him.

"Morning." Dean said quietly, not wanting to break the peacefulness that had surrounded them.

"Morning." Sam murmured back to him, still moving until she could press up against his side. "'ts time is it?"

"Doesn't matter." Dean said, not willing to look away from his sister just yet. Sam smiled again at him and reached for his arm, turning it to look at the watch that was still on his wrist.

"Ten thirteen." she told him, letting go of his arm and curled more into him. "Kinda late."

"Its nothing, you can rest." Dean said, wrapping his arms around her and holding her to him. "You deserve it."

"We got work to do." Sam mumbled. "We gotta focus on getting mom back, we have to help the kid, we got stuff to do."

"All that stuff can wait, you just got back from the dead." Dean told her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Rest for a bit Sammy."

For a moment, Sam didn't speak, just pressing in close to him and lost in her thoughts. "I want to name him after dad." she finally said.

Dean tried to turn that over in his mind, tried to put a connection between their dad and the kids. "It's going to be weird to call him dads name." he said.

"Yeah I know." he could almost feel her making a face. "But I want to, it feels right."

It's going to feel weird is what Dean thought, but he wasn't the kids parent, he didn't get a vote on this.

"So a whole brand new John Winchester." Dean mused. "Can we at least use a nickname and call him Johnny or something?"

"Sure." Sam said, amusement clear in her voice. "Johnny Winchester. Let's tell him the good news."

When Sam moved to get out of the bed Dean reached out and grabbed at her arm, pulling her back in and holding her close. She let him move her but looked up at him questioningly.

"Just...humor me for a moment." Dean told her, closing his eyes and just holding her, reveling in the simple, pure fact that she was here.

"I didn't know what to do, I didn't know how to get you back." he whispered, feeling her hands coming up to grip at the back of his shirt. "You have no idea...I was willing to do anything I had to...to get you back."

"I know." Sam said softly, stroking at the back of his head and cheeks. "I know Dean, it's alright, I'm here. I'm alive. And you wanna know something?"

Dean looked up at her in question.

Sam stared down at him. "You have my son to thank for my being here." she told him. "You treated him like Lucifer's son, and a part of him is. But he's also my son, and you should've treated him like it."

Dean tried to close his eyes but Sam flicked at his forehead, making sure that he didn't. "I know, I apologized to him before, when you went to sleep."

"Good, but you have a longer way to go." Sam told him, keeping her gaze on him. "He's my son, not Lucifers, I don't give a damn how he came to be, I don't care..." she breathed out slowly, needing a moment to compose herself. "He's here, he's my son, that's enough for me and it should be enough for you."

Dean nodded, tightening his hold on her as best as he could. "Okay." he whispered. "I'm sorry Sammy."

Sam nodded as well at that, relaxing a bit more into the bed and his grip. "Good." she repeated softly. "He really did speak good things about you, he tried his hardest to make me believe them."

Dean finally closed his eyes and leaned his head against her collarbone. "Why didn't you believe him?"

He could feel her smile when she spoke. "Because he had the same look you always said that I had when I tried to lie to you as a kid."

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