Title: Drown
Author: K+
Summary: Weechester fic. Dean decides to try and teach Sam to swim without telling John, something goes seriously wrong and lands Sam in the hospital. Sam is 5 Dean is 9. Hurt Sam, Angst Both.
Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING that has to do with supernatural!
A/N: Ok Sam is 5 and Dean is9 Just making that clear : ) This is probably going to be a two shot; I'll try and post the second part soon.
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Sammy had been looking forward to this day for a month.
Probably longer, but ever since he moved into this house he had been counting the seconds until there was this opportunity. The opportunity Dean had promised him.
"Deanie I don't want to move into this yucky apartment…" Sammy whined to his older brother. They were sitting on the curb outside of the run down flat while John moved the last of their things inside. Sam had his knees pulled tightly to his chest and his arms folded on top of them. His typical puppy dog eyes working on overdrive.
"But Sammy, we're gonna have fun here!" Dean said trying his best to be optimistic and get his brother excited.
Sammy frowned as much as he could and rested his chin down on the top of his hands before stating, "No I'm not! This place is boring!"
Dean sighed and then pointed down the street to something neither of them could see, "Sam I was going to tell you this later… but I guess I'll tell you now…"
Sam's frown softened and he looked up at Dean, "What is it Deanie?"
Dean stood up quickly and pulled his younger brother up to his feet. Sam looked up at his older brother and wished that some day he could be as big as Dean.
Dean pointed again down the street and Sam stood on his tip toes trying to see what his brother was pointing to he tugged on Dean's shirt and mouth 'what?' again. Dean smiled down and said, "Yesterday while you were sleeping in the car, we drove by a lake. And it's right down there."
Sam's face lit up and he said, "Really? A lake?"
Dean nodded, glad to see he had cheered his brother up, "Yeah and one day I'll take you down there and teach you how to swim."
Sam jumped in the air slightly, "Let's go now!"
Dean quickly knelt down in front of Sam on one knee and whispered, "No Sammy. I'll take you, but we can't tell dad. We have to go at a time when he won't see."
Sam looked at Dean confused, "But why? Daddy doesn't want me to learn how to swim?"
Dean shook his head violently and then said, "No, no Sammy but… You see, Daddy will want to teach you but…" he leant in closer and whispered, "Dad's a bad swimmer and he'll teach you the wrong way," the were a small smile and Dean's young, yet mature face.
Sam giggled, "Really?"
Dean laughed silently at how often Sam said 'really' and then responded, "Yeah. So we can't tell dad and then one day we'll show him how good a swimmer you are and he'll be so impressed."
Sam considered this, "Like a surprise?"
Dean smiled wide, "Yeah Sammy, like a surprise."
Sam nodded, "Ok Deanie!"
Dean stood up and messed with Sam's hair. Sam began to walk into the house but he stopped when he heard his voice called, "Sam, don't forget to not tell dad!"
Sam just made a shocked face and quickly slammed his tiny finger to his lips and whispered, "Dean! Shhhh, or he'll hear you!"
Dean laughed to himself as the small memory crossed his mind. About five minutes ago he had woken Sam and told him to go get his brand new swimming trucks- or the ones that Dean had handed down to Sam.
Usually trying to wake Sam up is a chore, but by the time the word 'lake' left his mouth Sam was already sitting up in bed with a goofy grin on.
"Really?"
Yeah Sammy, really.
Sam had sprung himself from bed and was already running to the room where his trucks had been hidden. Sam pulled them from a small duffle bag and held them in his hands for a few seconds before quickly changing into them and racing back to Dean, who was waiting by the door.
Dean smiled at Sam and opened the door. It was a dewy morning in March. It was only seven and their dad would be awake until nine. That gave Dean enough time to bring Sammy to the lake for about 45 minutes, get back to the house, and have him take a bath so their Dad wouldn't know.
Dean knew that his dad wouldn't approve of them going alone to the lake, but Dean wanted so badly to cheer his brother up. Seeing him mope around the house made him sick. He wanted to see his brother smile again and he knew this would do the trick.
"Ok Sam, are you ready to go swimming?" Dean asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, Deanie!" Sam said with a warm, bright smile on his face.
"Good." Dean whispered.
They reached the lake and the two of them walked to the end of a small deserted dock. Sam took of his shirt and threw it to the side, anxious to get in the water and for the swimming lesson to begin. He wanted to make John and Dean proud so badly.
"All right Sammy hold on, the water isn't going anywhere," Dean smirked noticing Sam's obvious rush.
"Ok." Sam mumbled, now staring at the lake in awe. Dean threw his shirt next to Sam's and walked to the edge of the dock and motioned for Sam to come. The younger brother followed and stood as far on the edge as possible.
"You know how I learnt to swim?" Dean asked Sam gazing out at the lake.
Sam looked up at Dean and asked, "How, Deanie?"
Dean smiled and said, "Dad threw me in a lake."
Sam's eyes grew wide, "Daddy threw you in a lake! Did you drown?"
Dean chuckled and shook his head, "Of course not Sammy, I'm right here!"
Sam looked back at the lake and said, "Oh yeah… What did you do, Deanie?"
"I figured it out. The water was deep so I figured out that when you kick you keep you're head above water."
"That's it?" Sam asked innocently.
"Well it can get more complicated but it's sort of like riding a bike. You kick the water and you stay above it."
Sam jumped on the side of the dock and landed with a wobble and a thump, "That sounds easy. I can do that!"
Sam jumped on the side of the dock again, barely catching his balance. Dean held his brothers shoulder to help him stay steady and said, "Be careful, Sammy."
Sam giggled, "Don't worry, Dean! I'm fi-"
Mid-sentence Sam attempted to catch his balance again, but instead he wobbled back and forth. Dean decided in a seconds to teach Sam a lesson and taped his shoulder forward, which resulted in Sam loosing his balance completely and falling headfirst into the water. When the cold water splashed Dean's legs all he could do was laugh.
Dean was eventually cracking up as the vision of his brother slipping so clumsily into the water replayed in his mind. It took him a few seconds to realize he wasn't coming back up.
"Sammy?"
The water remained mostly calm except for a few small waves hitting against the dock. There was no sign of Sam and he must have been under water for ten seconds.
"Sammy!" Dean yelled uselessly at the water. Because when you're under water you can't hear your name being called from the outside.
Dean didn't want to think Sam was hurt so he, regrettably, he took a needed ten seconds to look under the dock and make sure his brother wasn't playing a joke on him.
Sam was nowhere in sight.
Dean began to panic a little and quickly jumped into the water. He wasn't expecting it to be as cold as it was and gasped from the contact of ice water on his skin. He also wasn't expecting it to be this shallow.
Perfect for swimming lessons.
Not so perfect for falling head first into the water.
"Oh my god, Sammy!" Dean whispered to himself. He quickly dove under the water and reached his hands out for anything, but preferably his baby brother.
At first he found nothing. All he really found was air when he came up three or four times for breath since he had been searching so long. Then suddenly while feeling around his fingers brushed something cold. Something near death.
Something also known as his brother.
Dean quickly shot into action and pulled Sam's body up to the surface.
"Sammy?"
There was obviously no response.
Dean held his brother's head above water and began make his way to a ladder on the dock. He held his precious brother in one arm and pulled himself up with the other. Dean laid him down gently on the dock and looked him over quickly.
Sam was pale and his lips had a horrifying blue tint to them. But probably the most disturbing thing was a red and swollen bleeding bump on the right side of his head.
Oh yeah and he wasn't exactly breathing.
Dean quickly shook his brother, trying to remember what his father had done the last time one of his hunting buddies stopped breathing. You're supposed to call 911, but Dean had no way of doing so.
"Help! Help!" Dean yelled.
Dean held Sam by his arms and looked over his little brother.
Come on Dean, what do you do?
Dean moved to his brother's side and tried breathing for him, however he wasn't sure how to do it, really. Nothing was happening and he was sure Sam was running out of time.
At that moment a miracle happened, something Dean never expected to happen.
"Dean!"
Dean shot around to see his father running as fast as humanly possible to his sons. Like an angel he was there to save them. Like a miracle.
John had woken up earlier than usual and figured maybe he'd treat the boys to breakfast at the local dinner. When he found both their beds empty and clothes scattered around the living room he realized something was wrong.
John wasn't an idiot. He had heard when Sam asked Dean about the lake a few times only for Dean to respond with a finger to his lips and wide eyes. John knew they were at the lake, but the last thing he expected was for one of them to really be hurt.
"Dean, move." John stated firmly. He didn't even bother to look at his eldest; there was no time, "Call 911."
Dean felt a phone being shoved into his hand and with shaking fingers dialed the three digits that now seemed so complicated. He explained where they were and what had happened and with the assurance that a paramedic would arrive in 5 minutes, he hung up the phone.
John had been doing compressions on his younger son, and had just now started mouth to mouth. All Dean heard were small words like 'come on' and 'Sammy' in between the most panicked breaths he had ever heard his father make.
Suddenly Dean heard sounds of feet and a rolling gurney coming towards them. John was still trying to revive Sammy, but nothing was happening. Sam was unresponsive.
John only stopped when he felt a strong hand grip his shoulder and pull him back. He stood and moved out of the way so the 'trained' professionals could finish what he had started.
But Dean just stared.
The world around him was becoming a blur of panic and confusion. He heard things like 'start compressions' and 'please save my son'. This was his fault. Dean hurt his brother and now all he could do is sit and watch as everyone else in the world tried to save him except himself. The person who's job it was to save him.
Dean could feel it when John looked up from Sam and glared at Dean. The beams of anger and disappointment burning holes through his soul.
The only thing that could bring Dean back to reality was the sound of Sam coughing up water. Some one called out to turn him on his side and Sam continued to cough until it turned to vomit and hard wretches from such a small body.
Some one else said to be careful of his neck as they turned him back on his back and pulled the gurney closer. Dean could hear the wheels rushing away. Probably to an ambulance. To a hospital. But Dean felt paralyzed. He noticed a big hand grip his wrist and pull him to his feet before dragging him after the sound, dragging him towards the chaos. When all he really wanted to do was stay. Stay where the hurt and suffering wasn't there to haunt him.
Dean was sure that his father would never forgive him; this was after all, his entire fault. But for some strange reason he didn't care. Because right now the only thing this nine year old cared about was whether or not Sam would be able to forgive him.
Or if he would live to be able to forgive at all.
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A/N: Please R&R, let me know what you thought. I'll try and post the second part soon as I said before. Lots of Hurt angsty little Sam to come and tons of angsty little guilty Dean too