It had been two weeks since the incident between John and Dean, that almost cost the middle Winchester his life. Dean had forgiven his dad, but was still on edge. Sam on the other hand, still had not spoken to John. John had tried to communicate with his youngest, to which Sam would reply with a nod or a simple yes or no. The silence was eating at John. He didn't know how to get Sam's trust back.

"Hey tiger. How are you doing?" John asked Sam, as they drove through the middle of nowhere.

"Fine." Sam replied, not taking his eyes off the window, watching the rain poor down.

Dean was sound asleep, due to the medications he was still on.

"You know, eventually you're going to have to talk to me." John pointed out.

"Yeh."

"Okay one word answers are not acceptable." John began, felling his anger rise. "You need to get over it. We are a family."

"No. I won't get over it. I never will. You could have killed Dean. You almost let him die. Then you promised you would never hurt us again. And I know that's a lie." Sam replied, his voice getting shaky.

John looked into the mirror, and saw his Son sulking, tears falling down his eyes, just like the rain falling down the window. John's eyes met the road once again. Sam was stubborn, and when his mind was set on a task he would make sure to follow through. It would take a miracle for Sam to trust his father again.

The three Winchesters arrived at Bobby's house around midnight. Both boys were sound asleep in the back seat. Bobby helped Dean limp into the house, while John carried the youngest. John knew if Sam woke up it would be a living hell, as the youngest would get pissed at John for having as much as touched him. But for now, this was the closest the two had been for a while. John carried Sam up into the boy's room, where he laid him down on the bed and closed the door. He walked back downstairs, and sat down at the table with Dean.

"Has Sammy said anything to you?" Dean asked his father.

"Not really. He basically said he is never going to let this go. Said that my promise to never hurt you again was a lie." The last part caused a lump to form in John's throat.

"Look just give the kid time. He will come to you for help. Trust me." Dean said, and with that he trudged over to his room.

John sat on the couch, reading a novel. Bobby and his sons were fast asleep already. He hadn't slept in days. He couldn't get himself to, because every time he closed his eyes he could hear Dean's screams, and feel Dean's broken body underneath his hands. Suddenly he heard a deafening scream come from one of the rooms. Fearing the worst he ran upstairs, and ripped open Sam's door. He was met with the sight of his youngest son, on the ground crying, blood pouring out of a gash on his forehead.

"Sammy…shhhhh. What happened?"

The boy pushed away from his father, and continued sobbing. John looked over at the nightstand, which had blood stained on it. Sam must have fallen out of bed. But why? Joh thought to himself, before he tried again to comfort his son.

"Sammy tell me what happened"

"I-I want mom!" the 13 year old screamed out, clutching his bleeding forehead.

The boy was obviously still half asleep, and must have had a nightmare. John held back tears at the mention of Mary. He picked up his son, and carried him to the bathroom.

"Hey tiger. You need stitches 'kay? Just hold still." John said, getting the supplies out.

Sam cried throughout the entire time John was stitching him up, screaming the same thing.

"Mommy don't go! Daddy please!"

"Shhh Sammy it's okay I'm right here I'm not going anywhere." John said, carefully lifting up his son, and holding him in his lap. John let Sam sob into his shoulder.

"Daddy don't be mad please!" Sam wailed. "I'm sorry!"

The youngest Winchester had finally hit his breaking point. He needed his father more than anything. And Sam may not have known it, but John needed him to. In the end, they all needed each other. Because they were all they had.