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"Dean, you need to sit down, please" Bobby persuaded as he saw the young man sway on his feet, a dazed look in his usually vibrant eyes. Now all Bobby saw was exhaustion and anguish. It was pretty late in the night and the last hours were hard on all of them, though he had no idea what Sam was feeling.

There he was, propped up on the couch, his body resting but his mind wandering in some desert land of his own, that only he could make sense of. Bobby just hoped that he was able to find his way back home, home to Dean. That was where Sam belonged and he would never be at ease anywhere else.

Sam slowly woke up, his eyes fluttering open and a groan emanating from his lungs. He slowly took in his surroundings, whatever there was to take it. It was just absolute darkness, black for as far as he could see. He tried to remember where he was and why he couldn't see anything, but just the process of thinking was too hard on him and he felt the bile rising to his throat.

Resolutely pushing his first feeling of panic behind, he closed his eyes and took deep breaths, trying to clear his aching mind. He summed up all that he had remembered, he was back at Bobby's place, remembered plotting something, eating with Dean, walking away and into a cave... shultir... Dean! He had to get to Dean. With controlled actions, he moved his head slightly and opened his eyes again.

The scenery had changed, the black surrounding him was gone, and he was lying next to a gentle brook, the water bubbling away over sharp stones and smooth pebbles, the sky was blue above him, tall pine trees surrounded him and the sun seemed to be setting, the orange gold rays making the brook look like molten blue gold. He blinked rapidly, half expecting his surroundings to morph into something else, but it was still there.

Slowly picking himself up, he moved his limbs to test them. Finding nothing broken and some minor bruises down his arm, he became more interested in the woods. Where was he now? How did he get there?

A slight rustling among the bushes edged at the brook caught his eye and he dropped low immediately, steeling himself against any unseen attacker. Instead, the bushes parted and a huge brown dog came bounding up and jumped into the stream, enjoying the coolness of the water, looking vaguely familiar. The dog had a brown collar, with the name 'Maxter' engraved in a small copper medallion attached to the collar. Sam's eyes widened in shock. Max, Maxter was Bobby's dog.

Before he could complete that train of thought, though, Bobby came crashing through the bushes, looking for all the world like he was going to ground Max for taking off and jumping into the pool. "You idjit dog, come back 'ere." Bobby thoroughly looked disgruntled when Max took off from the water and proceeded to spray the droplets all over Bobby.

And the next thing that happened made Sam's heart thud so hard he was sure it would be heard in Tokyo. Dean came stumbling toward the brook, rubbing his sleep laden eyes with his palms. "Bobby, what the hell? This is what you woke me up for?"

A small smile pulled at Sam's lips as he saw the sleepy look on Dean's face. His brother was never a morning person and with his droopy face and messed up hair, he looked simply innocent and adorable. Sam had always regretted the fact that Dean had grown up so soon and tried to give him the freedom to push out a little of his inner child in the simple ways that Dean seemed to cherish greasy sandwiches and pleasant sleep.

Coming back to his senses, Sam decided that he ought to go forward too, at least give them the idea that he was here because Dean would worry otherwise. He pushed himself with a groan toward the brook, his sore muscles not being able to take the simple task of walking without putting up a vigorous protest.

Something that he saw then, stopped Sam in his tracks and shocked him so much that he was sure his heart was going to burst. A sturdy figure had followed Dean, dressed in the usual garb of blue jeans and grubby shirt. The sharp gait and the slightly insolent walk was imprinted in Sam's mind forever. He stared and stared, not getting enough, not being able to take in enough of the sight. A lifetime would never be enough.

"Dad?"

Bobby was freaking out now, Sam was behaving so strangely. His glazed-over eyes suddenly held a mad gleam of happiness, and his muscles were twitching, like he was trying to move out of his place. The stitches that Bobby had put in place were ripping slowly and he felt helpless against the sudden onslaught of action that Sam seemed to be in.

"Dean! Dean!"

So what do you think? Did you even expect John to show up? And what is Sam seeing exactly?

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