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bia1007, Heya thanks again. Well :D I'm gonna join the panic-group, too.

SPNaddict, I didn't take too long, did I? :D Thanks for your review.

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Homecoming

"God…" John sprinted down the staircase, taking several steps at once, while fishing out his cell… If Nika really can't die, John didn't know whether the man would need an ambulance.

Outside he ran to the side of the building where the men were supposed to lay. He was stunned though, when he saw Nika sit on the pavement, shaking his head, like he wanted to get rid of a nasty headache, while the Sandman was laying dead beside him.

"Next time you can jump…" Nika greeted. John really had planned to thank him for killing that son of a bitch off, but now he just glared at the man, who was smirking evilly at him.

"Why can't you just die?" John asked, helping the man up, trying not to hurt him any further, since that man had just saved Sammy…

Tried to save Sammy…

"God" John repeated, dialing Deans number on the phone, being watched by Nika.

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Dean was still rocking the lifeless body of his little brother, caressing Sam's hair and cheek, burying his own tearstained face in the neck of the smaller boy.

When Sam's hand squeezed his hand a little, he squeezed back gently. He couldn't help, but think about that he would never feel Sam move again.

A sob escaped Dean's lip and he hugged Sam tighter. "Ouch… Dean…" His brother breathed against his neck. Oh… Dean would miss Sam saying his name.

Wait a second… Squeezing the hand BACK… BREATHING against his neck…

Dean pulled away quickly to look at his younger sibling and he wanted to cry out when he felt Sam stir and saw him open his eyes. "Sammy" He gulped and pulled Sam back into the tight embrace, causing a soft yelp from his brother. "Oh god… Sammy… I thought I've lost you…" Dean couldn't stop crying, cradling Sam in his arms and on his lap.

Sam fisted Dean's shirt, struggling hard not to squirm away, when Dean pressed a sore spot on his side, but he really didn't want to part from his brother, weeping quietly into Dean's chest.

"How are you feeling?" Dean asked with a rough voice; after he had composed himself a little. He fingered through Sam's hand with his one hand, his other hand cupped Sam's cheek who leaned into the touch.

"Like I hit a bus." Sam tried to joke, seeing his brother's tormented eyes.

Dean couldn't replay to that, when his cell vibrated in his pocket. "Dad?" He asked.

"Are you two okay?" The barked voice sounded on the other end.

"Yeah… uhm… we're okay… how are you? Is the Sandman wasted?" Dean couldn't tear his eyes away from his brother.

"Yeah… he's wasted… Dean… could you please call Bobby? Tell him that we're okay and the Sandman dead?" John asked, the tiredness audible in his voice.

"Can do that." Dean nodded unnecessarily. "Drive carefully."

"Bye Dean" With that John hung up.

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"Be quiet." John ordered, when he got into the motel room, looking at the beds. One of them appeared empty. The father smiled fondly, when he walked over to the other bed. Dean was lying on the edge on his belly, a hand dangling out of the bed, the other hand under his head for support. He had no blanket, which was tucked around the little boy on Dean's side. Sam was pretty much mirroring Dean's position, close by his big brother, an arm tucked around Dean.

Breathing content, John gripped the blanket from the other bed and tucked it around Dean.

"Dad" Dean whimpered, tossing around in his sleep, nearly hitting Sam, seeming to feel his father's presence.

"Shhh Dean… I'm here." John really longed to know what happened, seeing his boy in agony like that. He gently ran his hand through Dean's short hair. "It's okay… I'm here." He soothed.

"Dad…" Sam whispered, rubbing his tired eyes, before stretching them up, waiting for his dad to pick him up.

Settling his younger son down on his one leg, he sat down beside Dean to be able to continue to run his finger's reassuring over Dean's cheek and head. "Are you okay Sammy?" He asked, nudging the side of Sam's head with his forehead, who had both of his arms around John's neck. Looking over to Nika, John saw that the damaged man was sleeping on the couch.

"Come on Sammy… let's get this idiot to bed." He stood up, his youngster sitting on his hip, cradled to his chest. He felt Dean toss around again, feeling the absence of his brother and father.

"Sammy" Dean shot up, looking around.

"Hey Dean… it's just me." John sat Sam down beside his brother, who scooted close to Dean.

"Dad…" Dean tried to stand up, but his father pushed him gently back down.

"I'll be right back." John promised, patting Dean's cheek, who hugged Sam close.

"Nika, stand up." John ordered, smacking the man harshly.

"What do you want?" Nika hissed, pointing the dagger to John's chest. Then he smirked, recognizing John. "What a pity, you're not closer…" John rolled his eyes, really wanting to punch the man again, but he kinda owned Nika.

"Take the second bed." John ordered, tossing the bedspread from the couch to the bed. "And shut up!" He hissed before Nika could come up with a remark.

"Scoot over, buddy." John nodded to his oldest son, who obeyed immediately and got under the blanket, touching the wall with his back. Sam got to his older brother's side, his back against his brother's chest. John smiled fondly and got into, taking the other blanket.

"Good night" He whispered, running a finger over Sam's cheek, who closed his eyes with the gentle, very John-unlike movement.

"Good night" Sam yawned, to both, his brother and father.

"Dean… you're okay?" John asked, brushing the back of his fingers against Dean's cheek, when he saw in the dim light of the dawn that Dean was staring at him, biting his lip, like he was about to cry. Dean seemed like he was in shock.

Dean nodded quietly.

"Good night, son. We'll talk tomorrow. Sleep tight." John stroked Dean's head with his thumb before he settled down himself. What happened here? Last time Dean was this quiet Mary had died.

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