Michael bounded down the stairs, taking them each two at a time until his feet hit the ground floor. The second he caught sight of both his parents, alive and completely intact, he took off at a run and hurled himself at them.
For all that Sam Winchester thought was good in the world, he thought that he was on the verge of being put under attack. Immediately flinching at the sight of the child jumping at them, his sore shoulders stiffened up as soon as he realized that Michael had avoided the beating them up like a crazy person thing he had somehow pictured in that confused mind of his and had gone for the hugging his parents attempt instead. One arm was thrown around his side, while the other clung to Faith. Face buried between them, Michael held onto the pair tightly, leaving Sam feeling terribly out of his element.
"Uh..."
Micheal grunted in amusement. "Shut up, Dad."
Looking to Faith, Sam raised his brows, let a hint of warmth flood across his face, then shrugged before he awkwardly put his arm around the boy. Fine. Hugging.