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"Hey Dean?"
That's all he hears, a quiet little voice that's just barely there.
"Yea?" He asks, his voice rough.
The younger is nothing but a slip of a boy, gangly limbs and wavy hair in his bed.
"Will you always be here?"
There is silence so thick, that it could almost be shattered for just a brief moment, and then, Dean gives a snort and curls his arm around Sam's thin waist and pulls him close.
"Of course, Sammy. Now go to sleep. We have to get up soon."
It's brief, but John averts his eyes.