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SPNaddict, Hey thanks fort he review. :D

bia1007, Yeah, I think so, too… Dean would always be shaken when something happens to Sammy… Thanks for your review.

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Reunion

John opened his eyes, hearing his cell vibrate. "Hey Bobby." He greeted, recognizing the number.

"Are you still sleeping?" Bobby asked taken aback. "It's noon."

"Yeah… well…" John yawned, looking down at his sons, while moving his arm, which was damn tense. Dean had his arm protectively over his little brother, who had his face hidden in Dean's chest. "It was a hard night."

"I know… When Dean called me he rambled about Sam dying." Bobby

"They're okay… well… pretty shaken… god… you should see Dean… he's…" John cleared his throat. "I'm gonna talk with him later."

"Good idea. Was I right? Can you kill the characters like they died in the book?" Bobby asked curiously.

"Yeah… Nika and I burnt the body of the Sandman though." John told his friend. "Bobby… did you find something out about the Satyolatos… I mean…anything?" John sounded frustrated.

"Oh John… I'm sorry." John huffed. "I've called everybody…"

"Okay… did anybody find something out?" John leaned heavily against the headboard, a hand gently brushing back Dean's hair. The boy was breathing deep and even against the top of his brother.

"Ash called me back a few minutes before I called you… He found out who was writing the story… while he tried to get information how to kill it." Bobby grumbled.

"Did he find something? Bobby… damn it… can you please give me everything you know, without me asking you a thousand times?" John barked, cursing inwardly when he felt Dean move beneath his hand, but the boy stayed asleep, thinking that he was safe with his father. John smiled sadly, continuing caressing the boy's head.

"Okay… I'm sorry… it's for sure not something you wanna hear." Bobby sighed. "So… Ash hacked into the computer of the girl…trying to find out something… trying to find a script or something. But there were nothing… then… he tried to find some way to contact her… but…"

"He killed her." John hit his head. No…

"Her body was torn into pieces… ripped apart… Ash sent me the police-report… god… John… she was killed by her own character… of her own book... The girl was seventeen…" Bobby told his best friend. "Take care of the boys… you're really in danger… I'll call you again when I find something."

"Okay… thanks Bobby… bye." John ran his hand over his face, after hanging up.

"She's dead?" Nika asked, sitting on the other bed.

"Yeah… Well the book can't be finished and the Satyolatos can't be killed… god… what are we supposed to do?" John asked, not really expecting an answer.

"Waiting…" Nika shrugged. "Fighting… I really have no idea."

"Whatever… at first I wanna take care of them." John nodded to his sons.

"Ugh… I'm gonna go out for a while… I really don't feel like puking right now." Nika smirked evilly, heading out.

"Asshole" John cursed, before he turned to his boys. "Hey Dean" at first he needed to talk to his older one. He gently shook Dean's shoulder.

Dean opened his eyes slowly, fixing them at his brother first then up to his dad. "How are you feeling, Dean?" John asked the boy. That girl that was murdered was only one year older than Dean…

Dean shrugged, blushing when he looked down again at his brother.

"Dean… please don't do that." John switched places, now sitting beside Sam's legs, lifting Dean's chin with his forefinger. "Sammy's okay… so… please talk… come on…"

Seeing his son remain in the bad shape, John changed that strategy. "Okay… I get it… your brother nearly died… Well… perhaps he did die." He gathered all his courage together, when he saw his son's lost look. "But… Dean…" He stood up, so he seemed taller. "it was your fault… I've told you to keep him away and you didn't."

Dean looked down at his brother, a tear running down his cheek, while his father shouted further. "It's really not too hard to keep this little guy awake…" John's heart ached for his son… please say something… defend yourself! "Perhaps I shouldn't leave him with you… when you're not able to protect him."

Breathing hard in and out, Dean left the bed without disturbing his brother's sleep. "I am able to protect him!" He sobbed with a risen voice. John let out a breath, he was holding. Thanks. "It's not fair! This sonofabitch nearly killed him… I did everything…" His voice broke.

"God… Dean…" John moved his both arms tight around his son, kissing Dean's head. "It's okay… it's okay… I know that it isn't your fault okay…" he waited for Dean to replay and when the only response a muffled sob was, he continued. "I promise… I swear that I just wanted to make you talk… I didn't mean anything… I know that the Sandman could make his victims sleep."

Dean nodded into his father's chest, hugging him back.

John pulled away after some time, cupping Dean's cheek. "Now… tell me… what happened?" He asked, while he eased Dean back down on the bed, sitting beside him. Both of them settled a hand on the boy.

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After Dean had told his father everything they watched TV for a little while, when Nika came in. Sam was already awake, leaning against Dean.

"Don't yow have to do anything important?" He frowned. "I mean… there's a monster out there and you spend your afternoon watching series."

"Well… we have no clues… the Sandman is dead and we had a hard night… so… we can play hooky once." John chuckled, ruffling Sam's head, who was staring at the TV with big eyes.

"Uhm… okay… I'm gonna make some research though." Nika stated coldly.

"Come one Nika…" Dean, who was sitting between his brother and his father, smiled a little. "Settle down, watch a little TV… I guess you don't have that at home." Nika glared at him, but for once he didn't say anything. John looked surprised when Nika actually settled down on the other bed.

"Dude… you suck!" He insulted them, causing Dean to smirk at him, before he turned back to the TV.

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:D I killed myself… well… :D The boys can't hope for help from me… :D

God… poor me :D

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