John was asleep.

Relaxed.

Sam nervously crept into his Dad's room.

Dean usually dealt with this stuff but he was out on a date.

"Dad?" Sam whispered.

"Sam, what is it son?"

John knew it must be serious if Sam was coming to him.

"I don't feel so good Daddy."

John shot up in an instant.

Sam hadn't called him Daddy in years.

He caught sight of fevered eyes and unsteady legs.

Arms wrapped around his midsection and mouth trembling, Sam swayed dangerously.

John got to him before he hit the ground, soothing words and strong arms holding him tight.