It was around 9 when Dean felt someone shaking his shoulder. He woke up from a deep sleep, opening his eyes to see his 2 year old brother. "Sammy? What's wrong?"

Sam whined as a response, trying to get onto the bed. "Bubba."

Dean sighed and picked him up, looking at him. "It's okay. We can lay down." He laid back, holding Sam close to his chest. He could hardly see Sam's face in the dark but he kissed his head.

Sam smiled before he fell asleep.