Hey, this is going to be a story collection of some of the times Dean had to take his kids to the E.R. (Or some other kind of health care)
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"Don't be afraid kiddo!" Dean murmured into his oldest son's ear. "You'll be all right, I promise!" His oldest son, John, sat on Dean's lap. Trails from tears that had dried was visible on his cheeks. "But my arm hurts!" John whined as he looked down at his already swollen wrist where the bruises began to show.
Dean felt like an ass, not only had his oldest most likely fractured his wrist, but it had been because of something that Dean had encouraged him to do… How stupid! If he only had encouraged him to do something less dangerous than to go climb the tree in the backyard… Okay, he hadn't said that John should climb in particular, he had just told him to go play in the backyard…
"I know it hurts, but it will pass…" Dean spoke softly and calming, as he tried to hide the tears about to run down his own cheeks. Why couldn't he protect John from every evil and every pain?
"You sure?" the six year old asked with a set of hazel eyes glooming up at his father. Dean felt his stomach drop at the sight. He sure felt like the world's worst father… This was far from the first hospital trip his kids had had, the doctor knew their names by heart. And if he met either Dean or Jo on the street, he would ask how John, Bobby, Mary and Melanie was doing… It bothered Dean that they had been there so many times, and mostly because of injuries…
" 'course I'm sure kiddo!" Dean said as he wrapped John in a hug.
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A brief moment later the nurse came into the waiting hall, "Oh, there you are, just follow me…" the nurse Annie said in front of them, before she motioned towards the door to the doctor's office.
"Thanks An!" Dean said as he pulled himself up, and grabbed John by his good hand, then they walked into the office.
When they entered the door, their doctor smiled up on them. "Hey John! Hey Dean!" he greeted them before he sat back down in his chair. "So, who am I about to help today?" he asked as he looked over at them.
"It's John… He had an accident climbing a tree in our backyard…" Dean said with an upset voice. The doctor nodded, "I see…" he then said understandingly.
"Okay, let me see where you are hurt…" Dr. Ross said in a calm voice towards John, who tried to hide behind his father's legs. After a little while of considering, John held his left arm forward, so that the doctor could examine it. "Looks like it needs some cast." Dr. Ross said with a woeful voice, "but we better take some X-ray's first…" he confirmed before he padded John's shoulder.
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A long while later Dean walked out of the hospital, carrying his oldest who finally fell into sleep, after some painkillers and a long day… Dean wasn't even sure if John had been awake while the doctor put the cast on or not. Not that it mattered, it was almost midnight and young kids can't stay up forever…
As he looked down at his son, he felt regret building up inside of him. Why couldn't he just protect them? Why did he have to get himself hurt all the time? Six years old, and he had already had stiches a dozen of times. Dean felt bad about it, but still, as much as he tried, he realized that he could never keep his kids completely safe.
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