"Shhh Sammy. Just relax okay? The doctor is coming." John said trying to comfort his son, who was choking on the tube in his throat.

The doctor ran into the room, with two other nurses. They managed to remove the tube in Sam's throat, and the young boy started crying. John could see the terror on his sons face. John grabbed Sam, picked him up and hugged his son. After several minutes, Sam had been able to calm down. He was nestled up close to his father's chest, as Dean stroked his hair.

"We missed you Sammy." Dean said, feeling tears fall down his face. He couldn't bear the thought of having lost his baby brother. Not like how he lost his mommy. Some of the other larger tubes had been removed from Sam, and he was left with multiple IVs, his bandaged head, hand and leg. He was still whimpering, but he was no longer wailing.

'D-daddy." Sam said, looking up at his smiling father.

"Yes Sammy?"

"Mo-Mommy says she loves and miss' you and De."

John's eyes widened as his youngest son mentioned his mother.

"You saw mommy?" John asked, feeling tears well up in his eyes, remembering his wife.

"Yeah. We played, and she sang to me. She said I hav'd to go. It wasn' my time." Sam said, as he sat up in his dad's lap. "DE!"

"Sammy!" Dean shouted, as he pulled his little brother into a bear hug.

"You hurtin' me Dean!." Sam said, trying to pull away, but Dean was too happy to let go.

John just watched his sons hug, as he thought about what Sam had said.

"Hey tiger, what else did mommy tell you?" John asked his son, as he placed Sam back on his bed.

"She sai' that she had to go 'cause she wasn' pretty after the fire."

John stifled back a sob, but felt relieved that he did not know he truth. He held his breath for a moment, before he closed his eyes.

Thank you Mary. I love you too.

7 years later...

"Dean! Stop it!" Sam yelled out.

"Sammy shut up you're so annoying!" a fourteen-year-old Dean shouted back.

The two of them were sitting in the back of the impala, arguing over who's turn it was to play on the Gameboy.

"You had it for three hours already!"

"Did not! I only had it for one hour!"

"BOTH OF YOU SHUT IT NOW!" John shouted, becoming aggravated with the whole argument.

John looked up at the mirror, to see both of his sons pouting. He looked over at Sam, eyeing the scars on his hand. John was told they would never heal completely, and that most likely Sam would have no recollection of what had happened. But at least the scars were fading.

"Dad? Is something up?" Sam asked, noticing his father staring at him.

"Nothing, Its fine." John replied.

"Dad?"

"Yes Sam?"

" I have been having these weird..dreams lately."

"What about?" John asked Sam.

"Mom. I don't know why, but she keeps telling me I could not stay with her. She keeps saying that one day I will be with her. And then she always picks up my hand, the one with the scars, and kisses it. Then I just wake up."

John stared at his son. Sam was dreaming about the night he woke up in the hospital. He smiled at his sons. He turned forward facing the road, and said,

"Thank you Mary."

AUTHOR' NOTE: THAT'S THE END GUYS! I hope you enjoyed this fan fic i loved writing it! Its one of the longest ones I have written, and I am super proud of it! Thank you to all that have faved/followed. AS ALWAYS REVIEWS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!