[KingCrowley]

Khael shook his head, "I hated it, Dad would always comb through my hair and it would always hurt, and then he'd take me out of the bath and dry my hair and it would always burn my scalp, and then he'd brush my hair again, and it would hurt so bad!" he whined when Dean wasn't listening.

Dean smirked at his little brother and shook his head, "Nope, not done yet." he answered and ruffled his hair up so that it got all soapy and then he rinsed, shielding his little brother's eyes from the soap. "Now I gotta comb through yer hair, then dry it and comb it again."

Khael groaned, "Guessin' he did that with you, too?"

Sammy whimpered, trying not to get all emotional about how he was seeing his Dad well and undying again, it was hard not to cuddle up against him and sob into his shoulder. He laid on him and sniffed, "I-I...Heard a banging from outside, Daddy..." he answered, gripping the man's shirt, wishing John wasn't dying.