Home

"I was playin' home," Sam says. John's mouth goes dry and empty as old ashes. "You what?" "Home. Like where there's a pantry full of lots of food, and people cook all nice and set tables, and everyone sits around and talks. Like real families." Angsty Wee-chesters, John's POV, Sam's POV, and plenty of Dean. Rating for language. Not slash, not ever.