A/N: Okie just so everybody knows Cain is Michael... Michael is Cain. Cain is is nickname as well as his middle name and almost everybody calls him either Cain or Mika.

It had been two weeks. Two weeks since Michael Cain Lassiter died in the woods. Fourteen days since Dean Winchester spoke a word.

They had never found a body, John didn't expect that they would, but the family still wanted to have a funeral for the eleven year old boy. John had wanted to get his boys in the car and get the hell out of there as fast as he could, but he could never get his oldest son in the car without him escaping through the other door.

Dean wanted to stay longer, not only for the funeral service but also so he could find the werewolf that killed his friend and kill it. He wanted to look into it's eyes before placing the bullet between them, to watch those yellow eyes get cloudy. He wanted to stand over the dying creature and shoot it until all the bullets were gone. Maybe then, just maybe, he could get revenge for his friend.

But unfortunately his father refused to let him even go within one hundred feet of those woods. His father would watch him like a hawk, rarely ever letting his eyes leave his older son. So there he sat staring out the window of the small, cramped trailer they were staying at, staring at the woods until his eyes unfocused and he couldn't see the woods clearly anymore.

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John was worried. More worried than he normally was. Dean had barely eaten anything in those fourteen days since Michael was ripped from the world. He would place a plateful of food in front of him but he wouldn't touch it. Sam was the only one who could get him to eat anything, given it wasn't much, but Sam knew that I you placed a bag of M&Ms in front of Dean, he would eat it eventually. But John kept trying, every meal putting a plate in front of him hoping he would eat and every now and then he would, but more often the plate would still be full than it was empty.

Then there was the case of the insomnia that Dean had. After the first two or three nights he just couldn't fall asleep. He would lay in the small bed that he shared with Sammy, waiting for both his little brother and his father to fall asleep before getting up. He knew that if he even tried to open the door, his father would be there in a second. So he would just sit there by the window and stare out, continuing to watch the woods in hope that Michael would walk out.

He had to watch his boys more carefully now than ever. Watching Dean to make sure he didn't go near the woods, and watching Sam, because little Sammy would do anything or his big brother even if that meant to distract his father good enough so his brother could break away from the worried gaze. But John was getting better at that one, seeing as Sam had already done that three times in two days. Each time managing to scoop Sammy up in one arm and run to Dean before he set foot in the woods.

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It was the seven PM on the night before the funeral and John desperately wanted to get out of the Berkshires before the morning sun rose. He had been thinking all day on how to get Dean to stay in the car but nothing he thought of seemed to work, even in his mind. But now he was staring between his son and the bottle of pills that he held in his right hand.

He wasn't sure if he should give him the pills or not but he had no other choice. The only problem that stood in his way was how he was going to get Dean to take them or not.

He looked over at his son again, only to notice that Dean wasn't the only one sitting by the small dirty window. Without even realizing it, Sam had walked out of the bathroom in his pajamas, walked over to the table to pull a chair over next to his older brother and sat down next to him, his head resting on his brothers upper arm.

Then it hit him.

"Sammy." John voice spoke quietly through the air. He watched his youngest son turn his head towards before motioning him to come over to where he was.

Sam slid off his chair quietly, trying not to disturb his brother who didn't even flinch at the sounds of a voice breaking through the silence. He walked over to his father, looking back a few times to see what Dean was doing.

"I need you to do something for me Sammy." John said opening the cap on the bottle of pills and taking two out.

"Dad, what are those?"

"This is medicine to help your brother sleep. I need you to get him to take them."

"How do you know I can get him to take them though?"

"He would do anything you asked him to. Just try Sam." He handed the pills as well as a bottle of water over to his seven year old son. Sam hesitated, looking down at the pills with caution, and when he looked back up at his father, there was that look. Sam obeyed his father and walked over to where his brother was sitting by the window.

"Dean?" He looked at his brother with big brown eyes, waiting for his brother to look back and when he didn't, Sam climbed onto his lap. Dean's head turned slowly towards his little brothers, his eyes, Sam noticed, where brimmed with red.

"They will make you feel better." Sam took one of Dean's hands, placing the two pills in it and nodded slowly. Dean looked down at his hand, staring at the pills for a moment before staring back at his little brother. He knew from experience that his brother was stubborn and wouldn't leave him be if he didn't take the pills now.

Sam handed him the bottle of water as he popped the pills into his mouth. He took a drink of the water, swallowing the pills in one go and went back to staring out the window.

'Only a matter of time now.' John thought as he continued watching his boys until they both dozed off.

A/N: I think there will be one more chapter to this story then I will get working on the other story that goes off this one. Drop a review and tell me what you think.