Sam looked at Dean, then carefully reached out and touched Dean's face. A memory came from out of dean's mind... or maybe it was from somewhere locked inside Sam's own... and he projected it to Dean to watch with him.

They were kids and Dean had left Sam alone to get something to eat for dinner while Dad was on a hunt. He was drawing designs in the salt with his finger while looking out the window. He hated it when he couldn't see Dean. It was scary sitting in the dark with only the tv on. But Dean said that the lights had to stay out.

Then there was a face in the window, appearing out of nowhere, glaring at him. Sam screamed and fell back on the ground. Almost instantly there was the sound of a rifle and rock salt pelted against the window. Dean ran into the room, checking the salt lines before kneeling down and grabbing Sam.

"You ok Sammy?" Dean asked, looking Sam over.

"There was a face in the window."

"It's gone now. You're safe."

Sam wrapped his arms around Dean, holding him tightly until he wasn't afraid any longer.

Sam jerked his hand away and looked at Dean, confused.