"Dad he should have been home by now school ended an hour ago" Dean spoke to his father, failing to hide his nerves.
"I'm sure he's fine Dean, he's always staying after to study"
"But he always tells me first"
"Tell ya what, let's go to the school and check in" As John turned to grab his jacket, Dean was already ready to go and outside, John just chuckled to himself "Oh Dean, always so protective of Sammy"
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"st-stop" whimpered Sam as he felt another foot connect with his broken ribs. He gasped for air when the Billy the local mean kid kicked him relentlessly until Sam was sure his ribs were now shattered into a million splinters. Billy
"Maybe next time you'll think twice before standing up for some loser" Billy smirked turning towards Sams friend he was trying to protect. With another punch to Sams bloody face, he made his point and walked out of the school bathroom.
Sam moaned, he had been in his fair share of scuffles but this was bad. He knew he needed to move, to get help but Sam couldn't muster the energy to do anything but close his eyes, away from the pain.
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The Impala came to a stop in front of the high school, Dean was out of the car before John even had a chance to throw it in park.
Where are you, Sammy? You better be studying. I swear to god if your studying and you forgot to call I will kick your ass. You have to be ok.
The two hunters began searching the high school which was all but deserted except for a few lingering staff members. Dean checked Sam's classroom first. Empty. "Dammit Sam, where are you?"
"Well find him, Dean"
Turning back towards the main hall and restrooms Dean only made it a few feet before he heard it. A faint, very faint moan. Stopping dead in his tracks so he could pay more attention and he heard it again. It was coming from the bathroom, and without thinking, he ran inside the bathroom. The blood drained from his face when he saw his little brother sprawled out on the floor blood and bruises covering his body.
"Sammy!" Dean ran to kneel next to his brother. Dean's eyes scan his brother and didn't know where to start, there were so many injuries.
"DAD!" Dean yelled, knowing he'd need the help of their dad to get Sam out of here.
Dean looked down and realized Sam was fading, "No no no, Sammy you gotta stay awake, ya hear me?"
"Come on little bro, someone has to be awake to annoy me all the time, right? That's your job, Sam, to be my pain in the ass brother"
Sam lost the fight of trying to stay conscious.
"Dad was in here! In the bathroom!" Dean exclaimed while holding Sam's limp body in his arms.
When John came rushing through the bathroom doors he stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of his youngest son bloody and bruised, and if it wasn't for the shaky rise and fall of his chest he would have thought he wasn't even alive.
"Oh God," John said. Reaching for his phone John quickly dialed 911 knowing they would need the help.
Hanging up the phone "Paramedics are 5 minutes out, for now, we need to lay him flat so it's easier for him to breath" and if almost on command Sam was quickly but carefully lowered to the tiled bathroom floor.
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Finally after what felt like days of waiting, "Family of Samuel Clark?"
"That's us, is Sam gonna be okay?" Dean answered not wasting any time on small talk.
"I'm Dr. Zimmerman and I will be taking care of Sam during his stay. I wanted to inform you of his condition, Sam suffered from four broken ribs, a broken wrist, a severe concussion, and some minor cuts and bruises." The doctor stated not beating around the bush at all getting the sense this family wanted to know.
"But he's gonna be fine, right?" Dean did his best to hide his worry.
"With plenty of rest, he is expected to make a full recovery, yes. I can take you to go and see him now if you'd like"
"Yes!" The hunters said in unison. They followed the doctor down the white hallway to their youngest.
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Dean hissed in a sharp breath when he finally saw Sam. With wires everywhere monitoring god knows what, too many bandages to count, and the fact that Sam just looked so damn fragile.
"Sammy? Oh god, I'm so s-sorry" Dean hesitantly reached out to push Sam's hair out of his eyes.
"This is all my fault it m-my job to care of you and I can't even do that" Dean felt a tear streaking down his face and didn't even care that his father was seeing him vulnerable.
Dean laid his head on Sam's hospital bed only then did all of the night's events catch up to him. Exhaustion overtook and Dean let himself sleep.
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Sam blinked his eyes open and my god why was he so sore? He tried sitting up but was only met with more pain.
The minute Sam started to move, Dean was awake. "Hey Sammy, good to see those eyes open again. Here let me get ya some water"
Allowing his brother to take a few small sips he set the glass back on the hospital tray. "What do you remember?"
Sam's eyes furrowed, what did he remember? "Um, I was at school. That's the last thing I remember"
"Dad and I found you in the bathroom in pretty bad shape, whoever did this to you broke your ribs, wrist and gave you a nasty concussion"
Sam could practically see the steam billowing out of Dean's ears as he tried and failed to control his anger that showed up whenever he talked about Sam being hurt.
"I knew you'd come"
"Damn right Sammy, Ill always come for you brother"