Summary: Castiel rests a hand on John’s shoulder. “I can help you save yourself. Help you save your sons.”
John’s head snaps up, the mention of his boys bringing him back to the present.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
The man looks past John. His face shifts from concern to surprise. “But, for now, I think that perhaps you have a more immediate problem.”
John spares a glance backward to see a four year-old Dean sitting on the floor, rocking himself and sucking his thumb.
Notes: gatorgurl94 wrote this awesome story. She claimed one of my illustrations in the past and just loved it. I'm super excited that she chose to do so again. Yay! Thanks!