The mother sat at the bay window.
Her youngest son tucked into the crook of her neck, small hands fisting the front of her shirt.
Her oldest son curled up to her side, head against her shoulder, staring softly at his younger brother.
The thunder rolled in deeply,
Raindrops pattering along the window and road outside.
Every now and then a crash of brilliant white would strike the sky.
She looked down at her children.
Little Sammy, snuffling quietly in his sleep pressed against her,
The smell of his baby shampoo filling the air around him, with the light aroma.
She smiled and pulled him in closer, stroking along his short legs with delicate fingers.
A loud roar had Sam's eyes opening, face scrunching in both confusion and fear.
Before she had time to sooth her babe, his small hand was grasped by another.
Dean, clutching tighter to his brothers hand, tensely stared out the window with such ferocity as if he himself could will the storm to stop.
He frowned then looked up at her, eyes silen