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AN- This Stories-4-Charity story is for Judyann722!

Her prompt was: Either on Sam's first hunt or one of his first so maybe he's around 9 or 10 and Dean 15 or 16 Sam gets hurt due to something the father did. Maybe didn't listen to Dean about bringing Sam on hunt. Of course Dean is mad and causes some kind of problems (leave up to you) but want a happy ending.

Would love if you did add Bobby, Caleb, Jim and Joshua in story. However you want to hurt Sam is fine and definitely want hospital time so maybe everyone gets a bit mad at John at first.

Previously on Supernatural- Smiling for the first time all day, he followed his older brother out of the room.

SPN

John pulled up in front of their battered old trailer and dropped his head onto the steering wheel. A demon…his youngest son had been tortured by a demon in the guise of a school teacher! Some father he was. And some hunter for that matter. He'd been so focused on the hunt when they got into town that he hadn't even checked out the school let alone taken the boys their first day. He'd handed his baby boy over on a silver platter. His son Hell both his boys could have been taken. He could have lost his children and there would have been nothing he could do about it. Since he hadn't bothered checking out the place or the people, he wouldn't have even known where to start. Realizing just how badly the situation could have ended, the Winchester patriarch had to fight back the urge to be sick. That was a weakness he could not afford right now. His boys needed him and for once in their lives their needs were damn well going to come first. Nodding to himself, John lifted his head. After swiping a hand across his eyes, he yanked open the door and climbed out of the classic Chevy. He needed to see his boys.

SPN

Dean looked up at the snick of the door. "Hey dad" he softly greeted.

John nodded his reply his attention not shifting from the sleeping youngster beside his eldest. "How is he?" he whispered.

"Hurting and sore but okay" Dean relayed as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Nothing's broken but the bruises are…they're all over his back and, and…his butt's black and blue too. There are cuts littering his back and upper arms. Most of the cuts aren't that bad; they look kinda like paper cuts though so I'm betting they hurt like Hell." Dean paused and blew out a breath. "I only had to stitch three places." Seeing his dad forehead furrow, he gave the man a small smile. "Don't worry dad, he didn't feel a thing. I gave him some of the good stuff before I started patching him up and I worked on the easy stuff until I was sure the meds had kicked in."

John leaned down and carded a hand through Sammy's long locks. "He give you any more details about what went on?"

"No sir, I tried to get him to talk but he refused to say anything else about it. I think it's all too fresh. He can't deal with it right now and I'm not gonna push him. He'll talk when he's ready." Dean replied before glancing over at his dad. "You take care of the bitch that did this?"

"Yeah" John whispered without looking away from Sammy. "She won't be hurting any other children ever."

Shock flashed across Dean's face. "You mean you…

"Took care of her" John finished. He lovingly palmed his sleeping son's cheek and then stood. "Come on. Let's go pack the impala so we can hit the road. I wanna be outta here in five."

"Yes sir" Dean replied. He stood, grabbed his and Sam's bags, and followed his father out the door.

SPN

Sammy awoke to the familiar rocking motion of the impala. Feeling course denim under his cheek instead of the usual smooth leather of the seats made the nine year old smile. Dean, his big brother, had given up the shotgun seat to sit with him. That one little action meant more to Sam than he could ever express. It was one of Dean's ways of showing him that he loved him. It also meant he was worried though; worried about Sammy. And, if Sam knew his brother, he was probably blaming himself for him getting hurt. That was something the littlest Winchester couldn't let go on. So even though he wanted nothing more than to lie there and rest, Sammy carefully levered himself up into a sitting position. "Where are we going?" he asked, knuckling his eyes.

John gazed at his sons in the rearview mirror and smiled. "Bobby's place" he told the inquisitive boy.

"Oh" Sammy muttered, dropping his head to his chest.

"Sammy? You okay buddy?" John questioned.

"Yes sir" Sam answered even though he felt anything but. "I guess I'm just a little tired is all."

"Why don't you lie back down?" Dean suggested. "I'll wake you up when we stop."

"Dean's right Sammy. Go back to sleep." John seconded. "We've still got a long way to go."

"Okay" Sammy agreed. He slowly lowered himself down and settled his head on his big brother's lap. Clutching Snuffy to his chest, the littlest Winchester closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. He wanted to enjoy his last few hours with his family before they dumped him at Bobby's and left.