John had not left Dean's side once. He sat there trying to offer some comfort, not sure if Dean could hear him, but on the chance that he could hear, John talked to him. He told Dean about the day Mary told him that she was pregnant. He talked about the day Dean was born. He was trying to fill up Dean's mind with happy memories.

"It was almost a week past Mary's due date. She was starting to go stir crazy because she had been on bed rest for nearly four weeks. Finally on a Saturday night at around 11:00 PM her water broke. We barely made it to the hospital in time. Once you decided that you were coming, you didn't want to wait. When they placed you Mary's arms, I had never see her look so happy," said John as tears formed in the corners of his eyes.

John looked at his watch. It was almost five in the morning. Dawn would been coming soon. Standing up and stretching, John decided to go wake up Caleb.

They decided that John would wait in the closet, with Caleb in the hallway. John insisted on untying Dean. Caleb wasn't so sure it was a good idea.

"John, what if Dean hurts himself with all that flailing around?" asked a concerned Caleb.

"I know Caleb. I'm worried about that too, but I want Dean untied when the demon gets here. Just in case," answered John.

"Okay," agreed Caleb as he handed John a machete.

"This has to work," said John as he took the machete from Caleb.

"One thing John. We have to make sure the demon isn't touching Dean when it's beheaded. It could kill Dean," said Caleb rather gravely.

"That's not going to happen. It can't happen. I won't let it," said John resolutely.

"John, we'll get this bastard," said Caleb as he headed out into the hallway.

John nodded and headed into the closet to wait. He kept the door open a crack so he could keep an eye on Dean. It pained John to see Dean like that. He was still lying on the bed struggling against someone who wasn't there. He was still pleading for his mom to stop. His voiced was beginning to sound hoarse from all the screaming.

oooooOOOOooooo

John had been crouched in the closet for about for 45 minutes wondering how much more Dean could take. While praying that Dean would make it out of this okay, John couldn't help but think back to Dean's request. One which John couldn't honor. He could never send Dean away. John was so lost in his thoughts that he almost didn't notice the curtains moving suddenly as if a wind was blowing them. His hand felt for the machete next to him.

Caleb was watching from the hallway when he too noticed to the curtains moving. He slowly inched closer to the doorway keep his eyes peeled for the demon. Suddenly there was a small flash of light in the room. The memory demon materialized right before their eyes. It was tall with long, black hair running down its back. Its eyes glowed a fiery red.

Knowing they didn't have much time both John and Caleb left their hiding spots and rushed towards the demon. The demon was caught off guard. He wasn't expecting anyone to be there other than Dean. However he wasn't so surprised that he couldn't stop both men in their tracks. With a flick of his wrist, he sent John and Caleb flying into the wall. They both hit it hard and fell to the floor.

With John and Caleb lying on the floor momentarily stunned, the memory demon proceeded towards Dean, who was still thrashing around on the bed. The demon put his hand on Dean's chest and he stilled instantly. The demon's hand burned a hole right through Dean's shirt. Dean screamed in pain as the demon burnt his flesh sucking out his life force. The demon felt itself growing stronger with each passing second.

John and Caleb were on the floor a little dazed and confused, but were already beginning to come around. John looked over at Dean to see the memory demon stealing his life force.

"NOOO!" screamed John as he quickly scrambled to his feet.

John grabbed his machete off the floor and headed toward Dean's bed and the demon. This bastard was not taking Dean away from him. He had already lost Mary to one demon. He refused to lose his son to another.

Caleb was up as well and charged towards the demon. He threw himself towards the demon with all of his might. The demon was so focused on Dean that he didn't notice Caleb headed his way. The demon was too strong for Caleb to knock over. However he was able to dislodge the demon's hand from Dean's chest. The demon growled in anger and flung Caleb against the wall again.

The demon was headed back towards Dean when John came up behind it. Before it had a chance to touch Dean, John swung his machete and quickly cut off the demon 's head. Sparks started flying from the demon's body. John backed away and threw himself on top of Dean to shield his body from the sparks. The demon's body burst into flames and burned until all that was left was a pile of ashes on the now scorched carpet. The memory demon was no more.

Realizing the demon was dead; John turned his focus on Dean. John gasped when he saw the angry red burn on Dean's chest in the shape of the demon's hand. Dean had been still while the demon was feeding, but he had began thrashing around again.

"Mommy, please stop. I'll be good," pleaded Dean.

"Oh no," said John softly. It didn't work.

John grabbed Dean's shoulders and started shaking him. He was trying to pull him out of his nightmare. It didn't seem to be working. Come on Dean thought John. You've got to snap out of this.

Dean was struggling to get out of John's hold when he suddenly stopped. A door in his mind that had been closed, opened up. The memory of what happened to him when he was three flowed out. The whole memory. Dean now remembered getting burned. He remembered the trip to the hospital. He remembered his mother never once leaving his side. He felt nothing but love radiating from her. Dean woke up with a smile on his face.

"Dean," said John anxiously.

"Dad, I remember everything now," said Dean.

"You remember?" asked John as he released his grip on Dean's shoulders.

"I remember getting burned. I remember going to the hospital. I remember Mom. All I felt was love coming from her," said Dean.

Thank god. Thank god. Thank god. That was the theme running through John's mind as he untied Dean from the bed. He pulled Dean towards him in a tight embrace. John hugged Dean so hard he almost couldn't breathe.

"Air Dad, I need air," gasped Dean.

John loosened his grip, but didn't let go. He never wanted to let go.

"Dean, I'm glad to see you're okay," said Caleb as he helped himself up off the floor.

"How about you, Caleb? The demon didn't hurt you did he?" asked a concerned Dean.

"Don't worry Dean. It would take a lot more than that to hurt me," said Caleb with a laugh.

Once it was clear that no one was seriously hurt, they cleaned up the mess that had been the demon. Dean wrists however were extremely sore from where the ropes cut into them. John noticed how red they were. His chest also had an angry burn mark on it in the shape of the demon's hand.

"Dean I think there's some WB ointment in the first aid kit. I'll go get it," said John as he walked out of the room.

"Caleb, thanks," said Dean.

"Anytime," said Caleb relieved that Dean was okay.

Caleb offered to go to the grocery store and pick up some lunch. He figured that he would give John and Dean a chance to talk.

oooooOOOOooooo

John and Dean were sitting at the kitchen table while John applied the WB ointment to Dean's wrists. Then John wrapped gauze around them.

"Dad, it looks like I tried to kill myself," said Dean with a small laugh.

"Don't even joke about that," said John.

"Dad, thanks for not giving up on me, even when I begged you to," said Dean secretly glad that John had refused his request to be sent away.

"You're my son. I could never give up on you," said John.

Then John took care of treating the burn on Dean's chest. It didn't look too bad. There probably wouldn't even be a scar the grateful father thought.

oooooOOOOooooo

Dean decided to give Sam a call at Pastor Jim and let him know that everything was okay. Jim answered on the first ring and put Sam on the phone.

"Dean," screamed Sam.

"Hey Sammy," replied Dean.

"How are you, are you hurt, is it dead, how's Dad and Caleb?" said Sam in a rush.

"Slow down Sam. I'm fine, so are Dad and Caleb. The demon's dead. Dad killed it with Caleb's help," said Dean.

Sam and Dean talked for a little while longer, before John got on the phone. Sam was anxious to know when he could come home. John told him he would be coming home with Joshua on Sunday.

"But Dad, I want to see Dean today. Can't you guys come get me?" cried Sam.

"I'm sorry Sammy, but Dean needs to rest right now. We'll see you on Sunday," said John.

"Okay," said Sam sadly.

John hung up the phone and turned around to find Dean standing right in front if him.

"Dad why can't we go get Sammy? I mean everything's safe now," said Dean.

"Dean you need to rest. You haven't gotten a good night sleep in days. Plus you've missed three days of school already," replied John.

"So what's a couple more. Come on Dad, Sammy didn't want to leave in the first place. Can't we go and get him," pleaded Dean.

John wanted Dean to catch up on his sleep, but he was anxious as Dean to see Sam.

"Okay. I guess we can go tomorrow, but only if you go to bed early. You need to catch up on your sleep. We won't tell Sammy we're going. That way we can surprise him," said John as a smile spread across his face.

That night, for the first time in days, Dean got a good night's rest, free of nightmares. He woke up feeling better than he had in days.

oooooOOOOooooo

After breakfast they were ready to head out. Caleb was headed home as well. John pulled him aside. There was something he needed to tell Caleb.

"Caleb thanks for everything. We couldn't have done this without you. I mean if it weren't for you Dean could be…" said John not finishing that thought.

"I know John. I'm glad I could help," said Caleb. The Winchesters were like family to him and he'd do anything for family.

After Caleb left, John and Dean got on the road. Dean offered to drive, but John insisted on driving. Dean ended up sleeping most of the way. John kept glancing over at him, relieved that he was okay.

Dean woke up as they were pulling into Pastor Jim's driveway. He couldn't wait to see the expression on Sam's face when he saw them. He exited the car and practically ran to the door. He rang the bell.

Jim wasn't surprised to see Dean when he opened the door. John had called Jim to let him know they were coming. Jim, going along with John's plan to surprise Sam, didn't mention they were coming. He called out to Sam, who had been in the study reading.

Sam walked out into the hallway. When he saw Dean standing there he ran straight towards him and almost knocked him over.

"Dean!" screamed Sam with excitement as he threw himself at Dean.

For the second time in twenty-four hours Dean was hugged so tight he almost couldn't breathe.

John stood in the doorway smiling as he saw the two most important people in his life hug each other. He thanked God that both his boys were safe.

"Hey Sammy, got a hug for your old man," said John as he pulled Sam off Dean so he could catch his breath.

oooooOOOOooooo

Dean spent the next two days catching up on some much needed sleep. Sam was glued to his side when he was awake. Sam was so relieved that Dean was okay, but he freaked out when he saw Dean's bandaged wrists. He was afraid that Dean had seriously hurt himself. Dean quickly assured him that he was fine.

"See Dad, I told you people would think I tried to kill myself," said Dean with a small laugh.

"Don't even joke about that," said Sam echoing his dad.

When Sunday rolled around John decided that they should head home. He thought the boys had already missed enough school. They left early so that they wouldn't be on the road too late.

As they were driving home, Sam thought that this was exactly how he wanted to spend Mother's day. Not the long car trip part, but the being with his dad and Dean for the whole day part.

oooooOOOOooooo

When they arrived home Dean offered to make dinner and headed into the kitchen to get started. John and Sam went into the family room to sit down. It had not escaped John's attention that it was Mother's Day and he wanted to talk with Sam.

"Hey Sammy, did I ever tell you about the day you were born," said John.

"No," said Sam anxious to hear the story.

"Well apparently you couldn't wait to join us because you came a week early. When they placed you in my arms, I never wanted to let you go. Your mom had a different idea. You know what she said to me?" said John.

"What?" asked Sam.

"Your mom said this one's mine. She said that I always spent time in the backyard playing catch with Dean and getting him interested in sports which she thought were boring. She said you were going to be interested books like her. Sam you might not have had that much time with your Mom, but you are so much like her and she would be so proud of you," said John.

Sam felt tears welling up in his eyes. Instead of wiping them away he threw his arms around his dad and hugged as tight as he could. John hugged him back.

Dean had heard their whole conversation from where he was in the kitchen. He smiled to himself. Instead of feeling left out he was grateful that his dad was able to share that. He remembered hearing the story of his birth just days before. Even with all that was going on, everything that John had said had somehow reached Dean and he remembered it all.

Dean let them know that dinner was ready. The three Winchesters sat down to a great home cooked meal together as a family, creating a new memory that was a happy one.

The End

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