When Sam closed his eyes he was laying on the back seat of the Impala, his usual spot when they were out on a hunt and couldn't find a decent motel at night. He was almost too tall for the car, his legs bent in awkward angles to fit on the leather seat. But he was used to it, from the time before they moved into the bunker, when nights like this one were the status quo.
He fell asleep within minutes, the sound of Dean's breathing and the occasional snore lulling him into a deep slumber.
He dreamt the same dream he had been dreaming for years, not all the time but every week or so it came back to him, always the same thing.
Sam stops the car in front of his childhood home and opens his door. He's out and on the other side of the car before Jess has even unbuckled her seat belt and opens the door for her. She takes his hand, gets out and then puts both her arms around his neck. Dean always teases them when they kiss in front of him so she steals a last kiss before they walk up to the door. They're holding hands while Sam rings the bell, he can feel the small golden wedding band on her finger and smiles. The sun shines brightly, the birds sing and Sam couldn't be happier.
Dean opens the door and hugs his little brother. Jess gets drawn into a bear hug too until she can barely breathe and claps on Dean's back to let her go. All three of them laugh as they walk into the living room.
Mary gets up from the couch she's been sitting on and hugs her younger son and his wife.
John on the other hand doesn't get up, he simply raises his hand as a greeting and smiles at them. When Mary sees that her husband's hand is covered in motor oil she sends him to the bathroom, laughing about how dirty he always is after work at the garage. Dean, who works there too, looks down at his hands to check if they're greasy too and then follows his father, Sam and Jess laughing at him.
The two of them sit down on the couch opposite of the one Mary sits back down on. There's pie on the table, of course there is. Sam leans in to eat a slice, his mom's pie is too good and he's too hungry, since he hasn't eaten since they left California, to complain about how unhealthy pie is.
Before he can take a bite Dean comes back from the bathroom and claps him on the shoulder, "Dude! Wake up, Sam!"
Sam startled awake, wiping the dream out of his eyes.
"What?"
"There's been another death, they just called it in over the radio."
So while he got out of the car, stretched, and got back into the Impala in the seat next to his brother's, Sam smiled. He loves the dream, although it always leaves him a little sadder than before.
But another day in the Winchesters' life just started, at 3am, on a back road somewhere in Maine, far away from Kansas, far away from the normal life he keeps dreaming about.