A.N. Sorry I haven't updated this story in awhile, I have been really busy with school, indoor and getting ready for college.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Supernatural, although I wish I did. They belong to Kripke and CW.

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John watched as Dean fought to stay awake. His eyes fluttering from open to close. John carefully lowered his son to the ground, making sure he didn't hurt Dean anymore then he was.

Now

As John was lowering his now unconscious son to the ground, his mind started to go through panic mode. He was trying to understand what had just happen. One minute Dean training, doing crunches and running laps and the next he was stuttering and passing out. As his panicking started to subside he started on his basics. Check pulse and check for any injuries. He started check Deans pulse when he noticed it was very weak and fast. John went right into father mode.

"Dean, son, wake up!" He was lightly tapping Dean's cheeks trying to get him to rouse. Although nothing happened, no flinch or any attempt to wake up.

Concern was now all over John's face. He started lifting Dean's shirt, looking for any injuries he might have been hiding. John's eyes quickly stopped at the sight of the bloody bandage.

"God damn it, Dean! When did this happen?" He said, knowing that there wouldn't be a response but still wanting to ask none the less.

"Um, the l-last hunt a-a-agai-nst t-the po-olterg-giest." John's face turned two shades of red. He was so angry that his son had not told him about this injury when they finished the hunt. Instead his son brushed it off as nothing of any concern and look where we are now. Then his anger turned from anger that his son lied to anger that he didn't force Dean to let him check him over in the first place. This was all his fault and he could have stopped it from ever happening in the first place.

"Okay, son." Dean was closing his eyes. Not good. "Dean. Son, stay with me. Keep your eyes open." He was so fucked. That's when soldier John needed to step in for John was too weak at the moment. "Son." He barked. "You wake up now. Dean, that's an order! You hear me? Wake Up!" Dean's eyes shot open.

"Okay Dean, I'm going to pick you up, okay? You keep those beautiful green eyes open, No dying on me, okay. Not now and not ever." Dean just nodded, not having the energy to say anything.

Okay, think John. Blood loss, in and out of conscious and possible infect. He definitely needs to go to a hospital. John put one hand under Dean's knees and the other behind his back by his arms. He gently lifted Dean off the ground, producing a whimper from the unconscious bundle in his arms. Once he was standing again, he took Dean and ran to the back of the impala and slide him into the backseat. He then ran to the driver's side and quickly put the keys into the ignition and sped away to the nearest hospital.

Thinking to himself he tried to remember the quickest route to the hospital. Looking in the rear view mirror he noticed Dean's eyes slide shut. "Dean, open your eyes."

"'m 'kay, dad." Still trying to convince John that he was fine and that he didn't need a hospital.

After what seemed like forever, he finally pulled into the ER. He threw the car into park, ran around to the back to retrieve Dean and ran inside. "Help! Help me!"

"Sir, what happened?" A doctor asked, while all the other doctors and nurses ran over to John and Dean.

"My son, he's hurt. I think he was stabbed." He needed a lie and fast. "I came home to him like this. I was out of town the past few days." His attention drifted to the doctors taking Dean away. "He seemed fine. Then he just keeled over."

"Okay, we'll do everything we can. I just want you to know your son is in good hands." The doctor tried to comfort John. "While you wait for you son to get out of surgery, I'm going to need you to fill out these forms."

John grabbed a seat and started on the papers. Taking a break ever few minutes to look at the door, hoping and waiting for the doctor to come back out saying that his son is fine. Finally after what like seemed like forever, he finished up the paper work and turned it in. As he was walking back to take his seat, he noticed a doctor. The same doctor that was talking to him early. The doctor who was treating his son.

"Doc, what's the news with my son? Is he okay?" There was a moment's hesitation and then the doctor started.

"He's stable now. We did lose him twice. We noticed the internal bleeding. We also noticed a serious infection due to the wound. That also explains the fever and the reason he passed out." The doctor took a pause to take a breath. "Your son is very lucky. The knife was inches away from hitting his lung. We started him on an antibiotic, so that should treat the infection. He will be on constant monitoring. We are a bit concerned about the blood loss mixed with him dying twice during surgery. "

"Thank you doctor for taking care of my son. When can I go and see him?"

"You're welcome, sir, and follow me." John and the doctor walked back to Dean's room. Once they got there the doctor turned to John. "Now, it's going to be a little uneasy to see your son like this, but I ensure you he will be fine. I hope you find who did this so they can be punished appropriately."

"Thank you, Doc." He nodded and then walked into Dean's room.

A.N. Please review. Let me know what you think of my story and let me know what you would like to see in the following chapters.