So this is my first Supernatural fic. I really love the show and the bond between Dean and Sam. I also think that John wasn't as bad as people think he was. I do think that he lost sight of what was really important. I'm an avid fan of Dean whumping. So I hope you guys enjoy this story. Please leave a review. I like to hear your opinions.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.

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"Dammit Dean I gave you an order." Dean looked at his father chin sticking out defiantly.

"He's just a kid, dad. And he deserves to feel just like a kid. He's not a soldier." Like me Dean added in silence.

John looked at his oldest son. Dean was right. Sam wasn't a soldier nor an adult. Sam was a six-year-old boy and Dean, his little soldier, 11. John shook his head. Dean wasn't a soldier. This wasn't the life he wanted for them but he was dealt this hand and like the marine he was, he had to adapt. Unfortunately, he didn't have the luxury of leaving his kids behind. There was no family member that could take care of them. But he was hell bent on finding that thing that killed Mary. So obsessed that he had dragged his kids in this mess. Hunting the supernatural. How ludicrous it sounds. He never let his kids join him in the hunt. He would drag them to a city to investigate and they mostly lived in motels. And that's where he left them when he went to look for whatever evil that was lurking in the shadows. But on occasion he had to bring Dean. Dean was an excellent marksman and knife handler but he was only eleven.

Dean was still staring at his dad. Yes, he had disobeyed an order but seeing the look on Sammy's face was more than worth it. The object of their discussion was currently snoring in Dean's bed. Dean never defied his father because he was his father and it was just the three of them. Sam and Dean were his dad's responsibility and Sammy was Dean's responsibility. From the moment dad put Sam in his arms, Dean knew. Over the years that feeling only intensified. When his dad was out hunting Sam would be Dean's responsibility and Dean was okay with that. But over the years he could see his brother change. And Dean wanted Sam to hold on to that innocence for as long as possible. And if that meant that Dean had to defy an order, so be it.

John scrubbed his face.

"Go to bed Dean." Dean looked at his father. This wasn't what he expected to hear.

"Sir?"

"I said go to bed. We'll talk about it tomorrow." Dean nodded and walked to his room. He gently stroked Sam's hair before he laid down on Sam's bed. He smiled when he remembered Sam's surprised face when he took him to the carnival. It was definitely worth it.

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Dean was rudely awakened by a sound in the room. He bolted upright and tried to see what it was. His heart constricted when he saw a dark figure standing over his brother. On instinct he reacted and launched himself on the figure.

"Leave him alone." Dean yelled. The figure in black was caught off guard and the sudden tightness around his neck was overwhelming for a bit. The boy's shout had also awoken his target. The little boy stared at him and the tears were welling up. Then he started wailing.

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John fell asleep on the couch not long after their argument. The painkiller was working a tad too well. Stupid spirit. He had been thrown around and bruised his kidneys in the process. They had given him painkillers because it hurt like hell. John wasn't usually one for drugs but he needed to get home and taking the painkiller was the only way of achieving that. Unfortunately, it did make him a bit drowsy hence the sleeping on the couch. He could hear something penetrating his drug induced slumber. It sounded like a scream. And now someone was crying.

"Sammy!" John gripped his pistol and flew to the bedroom. He couldn't believe his eyes. Dean was fighting something and Sammy was sitting on the bed. Frightened. John aimed his pistol but couldn't fire a shot without hitting Dean. He needed to get Sam out of harms way. He motioned for Sam to come his way. He could see that Sam was terrified of moving. And if like Dean felt it and he yelled to Sam.

"Sammy go to dad." Sam practically sprinted John's way. John lifted Sam in his arms and quickly placed him in the cupboard.

"Stay here until I come and get you." Sam nodded and John closed the cupboard and made his way over to the bedroom where surprisingly Dean was still fighting it. Dean was still on the thing's neck. The figure was wildly moving around. Ran backwards into the wall, but Dean's grip was relentless. Just as John thought that Dean was getting the upper hand two things happened. The first one was that Dean made the mistake of looking at his father and the second was that they heard a crash in the kitchen. He was momentarily caught off guard. When John turned he saw that the man had successfully managed to get Dean of his back and with a one-handed throw threw Dean into the wall. Dean sagged in a boneless heap, blood trickling down the side of his head. Then John did what needed to be done and fired two shots. Both hitting center mass. The person, a fucking human, fell to the floor. Gasping for air. Blood falling from his mouth. John almost fired another shot but saw that the man had drawn his last breath. John rushed over to Dean's side. His son looked bad. His breathing was off, his lips had taken on a bluish tinge and the blood was still freely flowing from his side down his face. John didn't want to move him, afraid of aggravating any damage done to his son. He could hear sirens approaching. Someone had called the police.

"Dean. Come on buddy. Open your eyes." John pleaded. Dean remained still, not even the twitch of muscle. Someone kicked in the door of the motel.

"Step away from the boy." A voice said. John turned to look at the door opening and looked into the barrel of a gun.

"My son needs help. He threw him into the wall." John said.

"Your son?" The officer asked.

"Yes Dean. He tried to protect his brother." The officer was immediately by John's side and radioed for an ambulance. Another officer checked on the body. As the paramedics came into the room they had to physically push John out of the way. The officer looked at him and was talking to him but nothing registered except for one word... sons. Sammy!

John raced to the cupboard and opened it. In it Sam was still sitting there, tears streaming down his face. John carefully lifted Sam into his arms.

"You're safe." Sam's grip tightened.

"Where's Dean?" Sam asked. Before John could answer a paramedic came into view.

"Sir, we are taking your son to the hospital. We think he has a few broken ribs, one of which punctured his lung." Sam had no idea what it all meant but it couldn't be good as he felt his dad tremble. He started wailing again.

"Sir, do we need to check him?"

"No, he's just upset." John said as he kept a tight arm at Sam.

"I want Dean." Sam cried. They were taken to the hospital where Dean was whisked away to the or. John had to give his statement and a nurse checked on Sam and gave him a juice box. Sam was currently in John's lap, sleeping. The exhaustion caught up with him. Dean had been in surgery for the past hour and John was worried. He didn't know what he would do if anything happened to Dean. Half an hour later a surgeon appeared. He walked to John.

"Mr. Winchester?" John looked up and wanted to stand but the doctor put his hand on John's shoulder.

"Dean?" John asked. The doctor shook his head.

"I'm sorry. The internal damage was too much. The rib punctured his lung and heart. We didn't see it until it was too late. We are sorry. Is there anyone we can call for you?" John's heart constricted. It was getting so hard to breathe.

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Omg, I just ended this chapter with a cliffhanger. Sorry...well not really. (:

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