He felt like he was having an out of body experience because he was like really pretty sure that he was Sam, and yet there he was. Standing right in front of him was a four years old Dean holding an infant Sam close to his chest, whispering something to him.

Sam stepped closer towards Dean and himself to hear what Dean was saying to him.

"Don't worry Sammy. Dad will be back in no time," Dean soothed the tiny infant but jumped up when the sound of thunder echoed off of the motel walls.

Suddenly the door opened to reveal John, their father. "Hey," his father greeted the child, and the adult Sam couldn't help but step closer to him.

"Dad…" Sam reached out to his father only to find out that he couldn't really touch him. Tears welled in his eyes as he saw John after more than eight years.

"Here you go, Dean," John said, handing Dean a thick coat, and proceeding to hold Sam. "I'd just gone to get our coats."

As Dean nodded his head and proceeded to wear his coat, Sam caught John softly cradling the infant version of himself. "How are ya feeling, Sammy?"

The infant smiled and cooed in response, flailing his arms around as dribble made its way down his chin. John laughed making Dean join in too as he giggled. "Atta boy," John praised his son.

Nobody paid attention to the adult, extra-large sized Sam who was standing in the background a garbled mess of tears.

Blackness encompassed him. Darkness was the only thing he saw anywhere he looked and then, it wasn't. He heard the sound of curtains opening and all of sudden, light flooded into the room. He looked around now, being able to see everything. He saw a figure, moaning and groaning as it got out of bed. It looked a lot like him when he was four years old. The next person who he saw confirmed that it indeed was.

His dad walked away from the curtains putting a baby Sammy down and despite seeing his dad here, in person, he couldn't help but think of how cute Sammy was.

"Dad…?!" His voice came out hoarse, weak and broken. He couldn't believe his damn eyes, "Son of a bitch!"

John continued to ignore him though, lending a hand to Dean as they made their way towards the breakfast table. Then he put Sam down onto the table and helped little Dean to sit in his chair.

"What's for breakfast Daddy?" The little Dean asked, and Dean really couldn't hold back his smile.

"Well, what do you want son?" His dad questioned, as he carried two plates towards the dining table, where Dean was sitting.

"Eggs and bacon!" Dean exclaimed happily, "It's my favourite. Thanks Dad."

John ruffled the child's hair affectionately and smiled, "Eat up son."

Seeing both the people in front of him happy, Sammy couldn't help but clap his hands in delight too.

"That's right Sammy," Dean talked to his little brother as their Dad got Sam something to eat, "Bacon is the best!"

The adult Dean turned away from the scene because he couldn't deal with it anymore. He didn't think that he could take it anymore. Before he knew it he was on his knees praying, no, begging for it to stop.

He could feel his heart breaking all over again and into pieces as he remembered the conversation that had taken place back in the motel room before they'd gone to catch the Trickster.

"You didn't save me for me, Dean. You did it for you!"

"No, I wouldn't."

Those words just kept spinning around in his head until he put his head down, cover his ear with his hands. "No, please, stop! I…I can't take it anymore. Please!"

Wherever Sam was, he too was mumbling the same thing over and over again, "Stop, please!"