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The next day found John standing in front of the Winchesters' temporary home with Bobby. Caleb had stayed behind in the hospital with the boys. Dean's leg had been casted in the morning and both boys vitals were strong and stable.

Bobby and Caleb had convinced him to head to the motel to get a shower and some rest, but John felt an overwhelming need to head back to the small rented house.

John felt his stomach drop as he saw the destruction to the house. He had no idea how his boys had emerged from the house alive. There was debris everywhere.

"Oh my god," John gasped.

Bobby just stood in silence next to John.

Silently the two men moved to the front door, neither commenting on the faint trail of red on the ground leading to the door, both knowing it was Sam's.

Once they entered the house John and Bobby spotted dried blood in various locations mixed with the massive amounts of debris. As they walked into the living room they spotted the fallen entertainment center that had pinned Dean as well as a large red stain by the couch that they knew was Sam's.

Bobby looked at John and felt pity for his friend who had tears glistening in his eyes.

John swallowed the lump in his throat as he walked to Sam's bedroom. John felt nauseous as he spied more blood next to the broken mirror and fallen dresser.

"How...how did they survive?" John whispered as he sat down on Sam's bed hugging Sam's pillow to his chest.

Bobby sat down next to his friend.

"Look at this place, the debris, Sam's blood...I mean shit...they could've died..."

John exhaled as several tears rolled down his cheeks.

Bobby comfortingly placed his hand on John's shoulder and gave it a quick squeeze. "John you have the strongest boys I know...those boys have a bond unlike any other...the two of them working together and helping each other...that is how they lived...neither would leave the other behind...ever..."

John clutched Sam's pillow tighter as he closed his eyes as he said a silent thanks for the survival of his sons.

"Mary...we have two damn special boys..." John whispered so softly Bobby could barely make out what he said.

Bobby gave John a few more minutes to absorb everything before he spoke up. "what do you say we head back to the motel now...you need some rest..."

John shook his head no. "Not yet."

John then walked over debris to get to the kitchen where he was shocked to spot more blood. He grabbed some cleaning supplies and several towels before kneeling on his hands and knees. He began to scrub at Sam's blood until it was barely visible in the kitchen.

Bobby was speechless. "John?"

"I can't leave his blood on the ground Bobby...I just can't...it's Sammy's..."

Bobby nodded in understanding, before silently grabbing his own towel and he walked into the boys' room and began to scrub at the red stains.

He understood John's need to clean up the blood. The man had almost lost his boys. Sam had almost bled out in this house.

Bobby scrubbed until the stain was barely visible, the entire time thinking of the two boys he loved as if they were his own.

John felt his heart begin to mend as the blood disappeared from the house. The boys were going to be fine. John knew they would.

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Dean was sitting in a chair next to Sam's bed watching television. He made a sarcastic comment expecting a reaction from Sam. Upon getting nothing he turned to look at Sam, smiling as he saw that his little brother had fallen asleep.

Moments later Caleb arrived back in the room with a cup of coffee.

"Aw did little Sammy fall asleep," Caleb said with a smile.

"Yeah...I have to say the kid looks like he's five when he's asleep."

"When Sam falls asleep I always get flashbacks to when I used to babysit you guys. He has always looked innocent when he's asleep."

Dean nodded his head in agreement before turning back to the television as Caleb sat in the chair on the opposite side of Sam's bed.

Ten minutes later, Sam moaned loudly before his eyes jolted open. For a few seconds, his confused eyes roamed the room before he recognized his surroundings.

Dean and Caleb both urgently turned their attention to Sam, unsure of what was wrong.

"Sammy you okay?" Dean asked.

Sam tried to slow his breathing. He had had another dream about earthquakes. He had barely slept last night because of them.

"Uh...yeah," Sam whispered quickly.

"You are so not alright," Caleb said.

"Yeah c'mon Sammy...fill me in."

Sam closed his eyes. He felt so pathetic. He was a teenager. He shouldn't have to run to his brother because of a nightmare, but he was desperate at this point. Every time he closed his eyes he dreamt of earthquakes.

Sam looked up at Dean hoping his eyes would tell Dean of his wishes.

Dean understood the look. "Uh Caleb, could you give us a minute."

Caleb nodded his head. "Sure..." Caleb checked his watch and saw that it was eight at night. "I'll go get myself some dinner."

Caleb silently left the room.

Dean then turned his attention back to Sam who was fiddling with his blanket.

"What's up Sammy?"

Sam looked at Dean. At that instant Dean noticed how pronounced the dark smudges under Sam's eyes were.

"Damnit Sammy, have you not been sleeping well?"

Sam shook his head no.

"What's going on Sam, just tell me."

Sam took a deep breath. "Every time I close my eyes, I dream of earthquakes. And every time...something falls and separates us...we never get to each other...I always wake up when one of us is about to die..."

Sam felt a tear roll down his cheek. He hoped Dean would know of something to make the nightmares stop. He just wanted to sleep without being constantly afraid to close his eyes.

Dean gave his brother a sympathetic look. "Sammy, it's okay to have nightmares. After this one hunt when I was twelve...I had nightmares for a week."

"How did you get past them?"

"Well...I slept in dad's bed for a few nights...feeling safe helped me get over them and eventually they stopped."

"Really?" Sam questioned.

"Yeah Sammy and tonight's your lucky night. Since I'm such a great big brother, I'm going to keep you safe tonight."

Dean then slowly pulled himself to a stand, keeping all pressure of his injured leg. He then slowly eased himself onto Sam's bed and laid down next to him.

"Sammy it's okay for you to still be scared. Everyone gets scared, but tonight you have nothing to worry about. I'll keep you safe."

"Thanks Dean," Sam whispered.

The two boys continued to watch the movie on the television. Ten minutes later soft snores filled the room. Both boys had fallen asleep, Sam's head resting on Dean's chest. Caleb found the two boys asleep later when he returned to the room. Caleb smiled, admiring the strong bond the brothers had.

"Oh Johnny you would love this sight," Caleb muttered to himself.

He then sat down in the armchair in the corner and fell asleep for the night.

That night Sam had a nightmare free sleep.

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