Supernatural AU pre pilot.
John was driving the '67 Chevrolet impala. He looked up into his rearview mirror to find his youngest son Sam currently 8 sleeping in the backseat. His too long brown hair bangs crossing his for head and hanging in his eyes, his nose slightly red. He was wearing a tick brown coat, with a red scarf and red mittens on his hands. The poor kid had been sick for a week and it finally seemed that he was on the road to recovery. But unfortunately for them, his older sibling Dean had not so much of a good immune system. John glanced next to him. There in the passenger seat was his first son Dean. He looked to have a too big body for his size but John knew that underneath the way to large hoodie, a sweater, a t-shirt, a top and a back brace was hidden. Dean seemed to be catching the bug that had been in Sam's system. His nose was awfully red from rubbing it and his cheeks were flustered with fever. His blonde-brown short spiked hair was hidden underneath Dean's favorite hat. Despite the heavy clothing the kid was shivering. John knew he wasn't well, plus he and Sam had spend the last two weeks in the hospital. After a hunt gone way wrong.. the kids had gotten involved as had Bobby and Mary.
Mary had gotten away with very few scratches and bruises as did John, Bobby had a broken ankle which still wasn't all to bad but the kids Sammy and Dean had taken the most of the brunt. Sammy had three fractured ribs and a whiplash, the ribs had been bandaged tightly and hidden underneath the red scarf was a neck brace. Dean had it even tougher, his left shoulder had been dislocated badly, causing him to also break his collarbone. He had 4 broken ribs, a spinal injury and a fractured skull. He'd have surgery for his shoulder and collarbone, both fixed with pins his arm now resting in a immobile sling. His spine had been screwed together as well, luckily there was no more damage done and he was able to walk fine the day after. And his skull had been opened and set with no more then a thread and needle, although that did leave one hell of a scar on his skull. There were some complication due to Dean's broken ribs that had been pushing his lungs making his asthma present more then the kid deserved. It had been one hell of two horror weeks but luckily both Sam and Dean had got to come home today.
Carefully John pulled to a stop in front of Bobby's house (where they lived at the moment) and smiled when he saw Mary already on her way to get to her boys.
John killed the engine and pulled the keys out of the ignition, waking up Dean in the progress. Boy, was that kid addicted to the impala. He looked up with weary eyes squinting his young forehead.
"Dad?" he asked with his husky voice.
"Were home, kid" John said.
Immediately Dean seemed to wake up better and started to move.
"Hang on, Dean. Let me help you, you're suppose to take it easy" John said as he got out of the car and walked towards the passenger side. Where Mary met him.
"Hey, how did it go?" Mary asked concerned.
"It went alright, they're both tired. Grab Sammy, he's in the back seat sleeping " be careful.. he added but didn't say it out loud, knowing Mary would never harm either of her kids.
"Ok. You grab Dean and get him in bed" Mary said sternly as she walked over towards the other side of the car to get Sam.
John opened the passenger door and smiled at Dean. "Let's get you in the house" he said as he carefully shifted his right arm underneath Dean's knee's and his left behind his shoulder, careful to avoid the injured one.
"Dad, I can walk" Dean protested, but his father gave him a stern look.
"Not now buddy. Take a deep breath, like earlier, when I lift you up there'll be some pain but keep breathing in through your nose, out through your mouth, ok?" John asked.
Dean hesitantly looked up at his dad. "My dose is all stubbed up. I can't breafe through id" he muttered.
"Then small in- and exhalations through your mouth, alright?" John asked once more for conferment.
Dean nodded and took a deep breath. John lifted him up and heard the grunt and hiss. "Easy keep breathing" he muttered as he carried Dean inside, knowing Mary was following him. Once inside he found Bobby on the couch, his bad ankle propped up on pillows.
"Hey Johnny, how are those brats" Bobby said with a smile.
"This brad can hear you" Dean muttered audible enough for Bobby to hear.
Mary laughed. "They're no brats, Robert" she said sternly as she walked on to get Sammy into bed.
John chuckled. "They're fine, Bobby. I'm gonna get him into bed, I'll see you in a few" John said as he followed Mary.
Upstairs John watched as Mary slowly slid Sammy unto the bed. As a professional she took of Sammy's clothes and carefully got him into pajama's. She tucked him in and supported his head and neck with a special pillow they had gotten to comfortably support Sam's head and neck brace. Once done she turned towards John, who was still holding on to the half-conscious Dean.
"John put him in bed." Mary said.
"We need to get him undressed first." John said as he walked over towards Dean's bed which was on the other side of the room.
"I can undrebs myselb" Dean said stubborn.
"We know you can sweetie, but you're hurt so let me and Daddy help, ok?" Mary asked as she looked at the same green eyes that she shared with Dean.
Dean frowned but nodded, knowing subconsciously that he wouldn't have the strength to undress himself, let alone put his pajama's back on.
"Alright, lets get to it then, so you can sleep" Mary said as she started to undress Dean. First she carefully unhooked the sling and took of the warm hoodie. After that she slipped of the shirt, the t-shirt and then Dean's jeans. She then carefully slipped of the top, leaving dean in nothing but boxers and the back brace. It made him look fragile. His right shoulder awfully bruised and marked with scars on the front and back. Without realizing how much time had passed she noticed that Dean was shivering manically.
"Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry. Let's get you warm." She said as John handed her a pair of sweatpants and a warm long-sleeve shirt. The brace was awkwardly noticeable through the fabric but at the moment she nor Dean minded. She carefully slipped the sling back on and hooked it tightly so that his left arm was once more immobilized against his chest. She then carefully with John's help, slipped Dean on his back under the covers and before even hitting the pillow he was a sleep, exhaustion finally winning from Dean. Mary smiled but then carefully finally removed the hat from Dean's head. She frowned at the scar on the side of his head which went from his left ear all the way towards the back of his head in one curve. John saw her looking and embraced her supportively.
"He's gonna be ok, they're gonna be ok." John said.
"I know, it just I hate seeing them hurt." Mary said.
"Yeah, me too. Let's go talk to Bobby before he thinks the apocalypse has arrived." John said laughing making Mary chuckle as well. They left the boys room, keeping the door wide open...
(They normally wouldn't ever leave the boys alone in their room but here and at home, both the houses were protected with spells, salt and hex-bags.)
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