7:35 pm
Sam winces again as he shifts on the bed. “Yeah, Dad, I think I’m ok. I’m just cut and bruised, I think. He didn’t have me for long. It was so weird though, the guy looked a lot like you, Dad - it really freaked me out”
John nods and leans forward. “It was a she, Sam, actually. A witch. She took you because...well because I fucked up. And I’m sorry about that son, so sorry. I’m so glad you are okay.” John wipes his hand over his eyes, unsuccessfully hiding his tears. But Sam’s confused.
“Wait, what? A...a what? I just know a guy that looked like dad broke into the room. We were -” Sam side eyes Dean before he continues. “ - We were sleeping and he broke in and grabbed me by the neck and I passed out. Then I woke up in that chair. How is that...a witch? What’s actually going on, Dad?”
Dean could see his brother’s rising agitation, so he gets up and moves closer, sitting right beside him on the bed, covering Sam’s hand with his own. He drags his thumb across Sam’s hand, keeping his movements so slow they’re almost imperceptible.
John doesn't notice. He takes a deep breath.
“Sam, let me explain…”