John woke up to the feeling of small hands softly shaking him. He opened his eyes and looked up at his baby only half awake. He saw the youngster's tousled brown hair, which stood out every which way giving him a slightly comical look. His big blue-green eyes looked at his father with such love and warmth that John's heart soared. The boy looked so innocent and full of wonder that the father dreaded the day he will fill the kid in on what's out there. He wanted to keep the boy the way he is now, but knew he couldn't do that if he wanted him safe. He will need to tell him the truth, but he will hold it off until he really needs to. Right now he was content with being able to hug him and hold him close to his chest. Breathing in the boy's scent always soothed his nerves making him cling to his baby all the more.

Sam pulled his face away from his dad's shirt to be able to talk. "Daddy! I'm hungry." said the youngster softly. "Can we have breakfast now?"

The ex-marine smiled happily at his 5-year-old son, nodding his head he went over to the boys' room and woke Dean up. The older boy looked up at him sleepily until he saw his little brother, who was at the moment hiding his face in their father's shirt, in John's arms. He shot up from bed only to discover that the boy was only resting his eyes while snuggling as close to their father as he could because he missed his father when he was away, not so long ago, on a hunt. The green- eyed boy was really anxious when his father was away because his brother had nightmares every night and cried for his daddy. The youngster had asked Dean when their only parent will be back. He uttered that question at least once in every hour spent awake.

John saw how his oldest son fell in deep thought by only watching his brother. He didn't know what the boy was thinking about, but he knew his first born will tell him if it's important. He placed his right hand on Dean's shoulder while keeping Sam safely in his hold. "Are you hungry buddy?" asked John. The 9-year-old looked up at his father and nodded. He walked beside his father down to the kitchen where he sat down on a chair and his dad placed his brother in the seat next to him.

The boys watched as their father made them toasts, bacon and scrambled eggs. The sound of sizzling bacons and the smell of cooking eggs made Dean's mouth water and stomach growl with hunger. Now that their dad was there with them he could feel his appetite coming back all at once with a deep hunger that slowly settled in the days he worried about his brother. The youngster had problems with eating and sleeping normally, he was jumpy, anxious and really clingy. Dean couldn't leave him alone for more than five minutes, couldn't give him anything to entertain him to be able to take a longer shower, but the thing that really scared him was the fact his little brother needed to hear Dean's heartbeat to fall asleep and be able to sleep, but even that calm sound accompanied by the older boy's protective embrace couldn't fight off the constant nightmares. The 9-year-old shuddered at the thought of the nightmares. The lighter ones only made his baby brother squirm softly and sob lightly, the milder ones what are only a couple of hairs breath away in severity from the worst ones. Those made Sam flail around with his arms and legs kicking and hitting wildly. But the worst ones scared the little boy half to death eliciting a bloody murder scream out of him in the middle of the night. After Dean woke him up from one of the worsts he was hysterical and didn't know it was only a dream. It took the older brother to calm him down and realize it was only a bad dream at least an hour or if he wasn't lucky it took him an hour and a half. After the whole ordeal the younger brother wouldn't go to sleep for another hour. Dean needed to give him a mug of warm milk and stay under the covers with him to keep him warm and calm while slowly soothing him back to sleep.

After John came back the youngster went from a couple hours of sleep to several hours of sleep during the day and full nights, sleep without nightmares. The drastic change scared Dean. He didn't think it was normal to change this easily and fastly. He dreaded the moment when the nightmares will come back. He didn't let himself be comforted by the false hope that the nightmares has ended once and for all.

Once the Winchester patriarch was done preparing breakfast, he turned around and placed the food on the table in front of his children. He smiled as sons dug into the food with great gusto. He laughed at the sight of his first born practically inhaling his meal while his baby ate at a slower pace, but rather messily. The little boy had jelly smeared across his face and hands, his feet kicked back and forth under the table and he smiled so happily that John's heart soared. He sat down and began to eat, happy that he can be with his children again. He had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind telling there was something wrong. He wanted to savor the quality time he was spending with his boys so he dismissed it until the end of breakfast, because until then he didn't realize that his baby boy only ate one small toast after he put a big portion of jelly on it as best as a five years old could.

"Do you want more food Sammy?" asked John hoping his baby will say yes and deflating when the boy shook his head. He didn't want his youngest with admitting his concerns out loud in front of him so he just gave the boy a glass full of orange juice and watched him drink it up. He stood up, wet a rag and went back to his children. He cleaned his baby from the sticky jelly then he sneaked his free hand to the boy's sensitive side and began tickling the youngster. Laughter bubbled up from Sam's throat to burst out and create an endless looking happy laughter that shook his body. The long laugh put tears of happiness in his eyes, tears that were only now trekking down his face, not stopping on their own only ceasing in heaviness when the tickling stopped. The salty drops of water came to a complete stop with the laughter leaving the boy breathless and wet faced.

Dean's heart warmed at the sight of his laughing brother. He nearly forgot what it was like when the youngster was happy and carefree. He watched the light that reappeared in his baby brother's eyes. Blue-green eyes shined like before.' Before the nightmares.' Thought the blond haired boy sadly. He feared that the nightmares will continue and take the happiness from the 5 year old along with the light in his eyes over and over again until they rob them from him forever. He knew he shouldn't be thinking like that, but he just couldn't ban the depressing thoughts from his mind. He didn't want to have hope for he was afraid to be disappointed which would mean falling down from the dream clouds back to the harsh reality Even though he was only 4 when it happened to him for the first time he still remembers the feeling clearly.

Sam Winchester was really happy right now. His daddy was back, his nightmares are gone and his brother was back to being himself. He knew he was the reason Dean acted differently, but couldn't do anything against it. He was sure his father' presence and reassurance will solve the problem forever.