This is a two-shot written by request for Lia Walker. I hope everyone enjoys!:)
Picture of Chaos:
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"Shut up Sam!"
"I'm telling dad you said the s-word."
"Your so stupid that's not the S-word."
"Is too."
"Is not stupid."
"Daddy, Dean called me stupid!" Sam shrieked from the boys room.
"Shut up Sam!" Dean growled angrily.
"And he said the s-word!" Sam yelled.
"Boys knock it off!" John barked from the kitchen table of the small motel room the Winchester family had been staying in for the last week.
It was summer. The Winchester family was currently staying in a crappy motel in Blue Stone, Montana. The family had come, so that John could work a case involving missing hikers in a large forest in Blue Stone. John's original instinct had been a wendigo, but after some research that theory was disproven. He had been researching all week and was no closer to an answer than he was seven days ago.
"You're so annoying Sam!"
John cringed as the yelling started up again. He was ready to lose it. It had been raining for seven consecutive days in the town so the boys had been cooped up in the house for a week and the close quarters were starting to grate on everyone's nerves. John was trying his hardest not to ring his boys' necks. He was trying to get more research done, but the boys were making that increasingly difficult by the minute.
"Ha ha, look what I have!" Sam yelled with glee.
"Sammy, give that back to me right now!" Dean growled.
"It's goin in the toilet!"
John could hear Sam giggle as he ran from the room followed closely by Dean who was screaming.
"I'm going to kill you Sam!" Dean yelled with pure venom in his voice.
John knew at that moment things had just escalated to a dangerous level.
"Boys!" John barked as he stacked his research up on the table.
Seconds later Sam came sprinting into the kitchen waving a picture in the air as Dean followed hot on Sam's heels.
John reached out to grab Dean to prevent someone from getting hurt when Dean practically lunged at Sam.
Coupled with Sam's fast pace and the aggressive shove by Dean, Sam went careening out of control into the mirror by the kitchen table before falling backwards. With a sickening crack, Sam's head smacked off the table and the five-year-old fell unconscious to the ground.
"Sammy!" John yelled in shock.
Dean stood motionless with his mouth wide open in shock. His brother was bleeding from various locations and was so still. It frightened Dean to his very core.
Dean moved towards Sam, when his father aggressively shoved him out of the way to get to Sam.
Not expecting the shove Dean slammed into the wall and fell to the floor.
Pain erupted in his left wrist. Dean bit back a cry of pain. He was almost certain his wrist was broken, but right now Sammy was in worse shape. Dean clutched his left arm to his chest and watched as his dad assessed Sam.
"Dean call 911!" John yelled.
Dean got up and ran to the phone as the tears began to spill down his cheeks. His brother still had not moved or responded at all to his father.
"911, Please state your emergency." Dean heard the operator say.
Through the tears Dean choked out, "Please hurry my little brother. He hit his head and fell into a mirror. Please hurry."
"Ok, sweetie, do you have a parent around?"
"My dad," Dean sobbed.
"Put him on the phone sweetheart," the operator said urgently but with kindness in her voice.
Dean handed the phone to his father.
What happened next was a total blur to Dean. His father was speaking to the operator, but Dean could not focus on what was being said. All he could see was that Sam, his Sammy, his little brother was not moving and was still unconscious.
Dean sat next to his brother. With his good arm he grabbed his little brother's hand and squeezed. "Please wake up Sammy." Dean sobbed. "I'm sorry Sam. I'm so sorry."
Moments later John was barking at Dean. "Dean go get your brother a blanket now!"
Dean felt his heart shatter as he spotted the look of hatred in his father's eyes. 'I deserve that look,' thought Dean. 'It's my fault...all of my fault.'
Dean brought back the blanket for Sam. His dad harshly ripped it from his hands and laid it over Sam.
Minutes later when the ambulance arrived, chaos ensued. Dean was nudged out of the way as the paramedics worked on stabilizing his injured brother. He felt nauseous as he spotted the worried glances they were exchanging. Dean didn't know what to do. He just wanted his dad and his Sammy. But he had hurt them both. So Dean did the only thing he could do. He sat in the corner of the motel room, clutching his wrist and hoping Sam would be okay.
Moments later one of the paramedics spotted the other young boy. She noticed that he was clutching his wrist and appeared to have pain lines etched into his face. She decided to check the older boy out as well.
"Hey honey. Can I see your wrist?"
Dean looked up at her with tear-filled eyes. He slowly held out his wrist for her. "Is...Sammy...gonna be okay?" Dean asked through the tears.
"We are going to take good care of your brother sweetheart. I promise you. Now what's your name honey?"
"Dean."
The paramedic was certain the older brother's wrist was broken.
"Ok Dean. What did you do to your wrist?" She asked gently.
"I fell into a wall, when I pushed Sammy." Dean whispered.
The paramedic gave Dean a pity-filled gaze. She could practically feel the guilt rolling off of him in waves. "Ok honey. I need you to come with me. I'm almost positive your wrist is broken."
Dean shook his head no. "No, take care of my brother."
"Dean, there are people taking care of your brother. See they are getting ready to put him in the ambulance. Why don't you come with me and you can sit with Sam on the way to the hospital and I will look at your wrist. What do you say?"
Dean complied and followed the paramedic to the ambulance. Dean was seated on a bench and the paramedic began to splint Dean's wrist before giving him something for the pain.
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Meanwhile back in the kitchen, Sam was on the gurney and the paramedics were beginning to take him out to the ambulance.
"Dean!" John yelled.
"Sir, he's already in the ambulance," the one paramedic informed John.
John nodded. Right before he moved to follow the paramedics to the ambulance, John spotted something laying on the floor. It was the photo Sam had been teasing Dean with. John picked it up, almost gagging from the drops of Sam's blood on the back. John felt his heart break when he saw what the photo was. It was a picture of Dean and Mary a week before she had died. The photo was taken at a bring Mommy to school day at Dean's preschool. The photo was Dean's most treasured possession. He understood completely why Dean had become so upset. Sam would never understand how important the picture since he was five and had no memories of his mother, but Dean did. Dean did remember his mom and that picture helped him remember her appearance.
John turned a tear filled gaze to the back of the ambulance where he saw Sam being loaded and to his surprise a paramedic splinting Dean's hand.
"What the hell," John muttered before running out to the ambulance.
"Dean?"
John put the photo in the pocket of his jeans before climbing into the ambulance next to Sam.
Dean never took his gaze off of his unconscious brother.
The paramedic treating Dean informed John instead.
"I am ninety-nine percent sure his wrist is broken. He said he fell when he pushed his brother."
For a moment John was confused, when suddenly the memory of what he had done to his eldest came back to him. He had shoved Dean out of the way and he had broken his son's wrist.
"Oh Dean," John whispered. 'I'm gonna make this up to you son,' John thought to himself.
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