holdmesamthatwasbeautiful:

Little Sammy is screaming with laughter and he pushes
at his big brother who’s pinning him to the bed, tickling him mercilessly. “Dean,
please stop!” Sam yelps, his cheeks bright red: breathless and bright
eyed.

John watches from the door, smiling.

Little does John know that in ten years he will find
his boys on another bed, in another state. Sam’s cheeks will still be flushed
and he will still be breathless – but this time, Sammy will claw at Dean’s back
and whine: “Dean, please don’t stop.”

And John won’t be smiling.