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Final Chapter
Sam's face crumpled as the truth finally started to sink in about John's death.
"You're lying," Sam sobbed in a last ditch effort to hold onto his denial.
"I'm not lying," Dean gently told his baby brother.
"You're lying because Daddy can't be dead," Sam sobbed.
Dean went pale at Sam referring to their father as Daddy for the first time in fifteen years. "He is dead, Kiddo," Dean said.
"Daddy's not dead," Sam wept. Bobby came into the kitchen just as the last of Sam's denial slipped away.
"He is dead," Dean gently insisted.
"But he can't be," Sam sobbed.
"But he is," Dean said. Bobby chose to stay out of the conversation, waiting until the time was right to join in.
"The last thing Daddy and I ever did was fight," sobbed Sam.
"He knew you loved him," Dean said.
"Did Daddy love me still," a broken and sobbing Sam asked.
"Of course he did," Dean said.
"I don't want him to bed," the sobbing twenty-three year old explained.
"You don't have a choice," Dean told him.
"I didn't get to say goodbye," Sam sobbed.
Dean winced for a brief second because he and John had said goodbye in their own way. "That isn't fair," Dean acknowledged.
"I want Daddy back," Sam wailed.
Both Bobby and Dean winced at the sheer volume of Sam's voice. "Daddy can't come back, Baby, and I'm sorry for that," Dean comforted. He had reverted back to the usage of Daddy for Sam because his younger brother had reverted back to his five year old personality.
"Bring him back," Deanie Beanie," Sammy begged.
Dean sighed at the use of the nickname that Sam had stopped calling him back in 1992. "Baby, if I could bring him back, I would," Dean told his brother.
Sam's knees buckled. Dean caught him and they sat down on the floor together. Sam laid his head against Dean's shoulder.
"I miss him," Sam whispered hoarsely, his sobs finally dying down.
"I miss him too," Dean confessed.
"It's okay to miss him," Bobby told the boys, sitting down next to them.
"Hi, Uncle Bobby," Sam said. Bobby hid his shock well since Sam hadn't called him that since he had been eleven.
"I'm sorry I didn't believe Daddy was dead," Sam told his brother.
"It's okay, Kiddo. You were just in denial and it happens to a lot of people."
"I love you," Sam told Dean. Dean smiled. They were knee-deep in a chick flick moment, and were only getting deeper.
"I love you too," Dean said.
"I love both of you like you were my own," Bobby told them.
"We love you too," Sam told him, head still on Dean's shoulder.
"Let's go to bed," Dean told his brother. Sam nodded.
"Can I sleep in the bed with you?" Dean nodded.
"We'll see you in the morning," Dean told Bobby as the three got off the floor.
"I'll be in town mostly all day," Bobby said.
Dean went to head for the bedroom, and Sam grabbed his hand.
Dean stared at his brother. "I don't want to let you out of my sight," Sam confessed. HE was using his puppy dog eyes, so Dean couldn't resist, and just let it go.
The boys slipped into bed after changing into their pajamas. Sam snuggled in next to his brother.
When Dean woke up the next morning, Sam was still sleeping. Dean untangled himself from his brother and went downstairs after going to the bathroom. Bobby was in the kitchen.
"Is he still sleeping," Bobby asked Dean. Dean nodded.
"He was exhausted," Dean said to Bobby. Bobby sighed.
"I know you're still grieving, but the grief's new to Sam. He's going to need your help," Bobby told him.
"I will," Dean promised. Bobby left ten minutes later, while Dean sat down at the table.
Sam came downstairs twenty minutes later, looking apprehensive.
"What's up," Dean asked.
"I'm sorry about last night. You didn't need me breaking down on you about Dad's death when you've been grieving alone for two past two months," Sam said.
"You have nothing to be sorry about, Kiddo. You did nothing wrong. I'm grieving about Dad, but you needed to grieve more than me," Dean said.
Sam smiled.
The two boys were grieving, but they would get through it together.
That's what family was for. Sam was out of his denial and things were finally looking up.
The End
I wrote this chapter before I wrote last chapter. It just came to me. It took me about an hour to write this chapter. This is my favorite chapter out of them all.