No matter what
Chapter 2
Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing; it was starting to make him sick to his stomach. His little brother was being beaten while he was forced to listen.
"Dean, help" his little brother moaned and the sound twisted Dean's heart. He wanted to jump through the phone to save his brother from the pain he was being put through. One thing was certain when he found the ones responsible for this; he was going to kill them.
"Dump his body in the drainage ditch behind the school, by the time anyone thinks to look for him, he'll already be dead." The voice sounded absolutely cold blooded and sent chills down Dean's spine, he watched wordlessly as his father gathered his weapons. It sounded like it meant nothing to this kid to beat a thirteen year old to death, and that was scary, that the kid even had that ability to take another's life. Dean had no room to talk, but the things he killed weren't human so it wasn't like their situations were the same. Dean's hands clinched into fists, it was getting harder and harder to listen to them beat his little brother.
Climbing to his feet, he grabbed his own pistol and shoved it into the waist band of his own pants. If they succeeded in killing Sam, nothing would stop Dean from hunting those assholes down and putting a bullet in them, human or not. No one messed with Sam Winchester and lived to tell about it.
Once the phone went silent, Dean started his GPS, hoping he could track Sam's phone to wherever they took him.
"We need to hurry, Dean" John called over his shoulder as he headed out the door, his voice nearly shaking with rage. One way or the other someone had a very high price to pay for what had just been done.
"He kept saying he had a bad feeling that something was going to happen." Dean said numbly as he climbed into the passenger side of the 67 impala.
"Maybe we should start listening more when he talks" John said as he backed out of the drive.
"What reason would someone have for doing something like this? What kind of trouble could he have gotten into to deserve something like this happening?"
"I think it's more than obvious that we are missing something." John said as he passed the school and made a left turn towards the drainage area. Parking by the side of the road, they hopped out, checking to make sure their weapons were secured, they started across the field. If they hadn't heard were they were taking Sam, they wouldn't have found him until it was too late.
Hearing voices, John raised his hand signaling Dean to stop, ducking down into the tall grass, they watched helplessly as the two boys tossed Sam's battered body into the ditch.
Anger filled Dean and he silently withdrew his pistol, those freaks weren't going to live to see another day if he had anything to say about it. As if sensing their presence the two boys looked at each other, before looking in the direction John and Dean were hiding. Knowing they were about to get beaten they turned and took off across the field.
"Go get your brother, I'll take care of those two." By the tone of his voice, Dean knew they were in even worse trouble than they expected. He couldn't find it anywhere in him to feel sorry for them, after all they had messed with Sam, they had to pay the price.
Dean nodded and started his descent into the concrete ditch, he didn't care that he slid into the standing water. Spotting Sam face down in about a foot of water, Dean raced towards him terror filling his heart. Dropping to his knees, Dean turned Sam over as easily as he could.
"Oh god" Dean muttered as he took in Sam's condition. Sam's face was bloody, his nose swollen, so Dean knew it was likely to be broken, and the whistling noise Dean heard when Sam breathed, was likely to be from a punctured lung, which meant Dean really needed to get Sam out of there before he drowned on his own blood. Dean quickly checked over the rest of his injuries, discovering at least four broken ribs. Dean cursed as he felt the unmistakable give as he ran his hands down Sam's sides, cursing Dean muttered about payback before standing and lifted Sam as gently as he could. Holding, him as tightly as possible without hurting him, Dean started looking for a way out.
The painful sounds escaping from Sam as he struggled to breathe tore Dean's heart to pieces. If he had listened to his little brother they might not be in this situation right now. Dean felt a tear from his face as his brother's gasping for air tore him up, this wasn't right, it shouldn't have happened.
Spotting a ladder, Dean headed straight for it, slipping Sam onto his shoulder Dena winced and released another tear as he heard Sam's pained cry.
"I'm sorry buddy, I don't mean to hurt you" Dean said as he started to climb up the ladder, he wasn't surprised when his father's head appeared at the top just a few seconds later.
"Here Dean, let me have him" John said as Dean struggled up the rest of the ladder.
"Call the medics" Dean said "he's in pretty bad shape." He didn't want to admit that the odds were against Sam making it to the hospital. He was still losing a lot of blood, not to mention he'd been face down in the water, and there was no telling how much of it he had inhaled. Sam moaned in pain again as Dean, as gently as he could, passed him to John.
"Keep fighting Sammy," Dean murmured softly as he pulled himself the rest of the way up the ladder. Sam yelped loudly in pain when John hit his ribs, Dean winced, hating pain that he was in.
"His ribs are broken" Dean said when the sound escaped from Sam's lips.
"I noticed" John muttered, his face darkening with rage at the thought of what his youngest brother had suffered. They might have escaped for now, but once Sam was taken care of, nothing was going to stop John from hunting them down.
John rushed across the field as quickly as he could without hurting Sam. his pants were starting to slow down which worried John, it was a miracle that he had made it this long, but he was glad Sam was still fighting. He didn't know what he would do without either of his boys. Behind him, he heard Dean talking into the phone, telling the dispatcher about Sam's condition. He hoped the medics would be waiting at the car for them, because Sam desperately needed help. He didn't know how much longer Sam could hold out. Dean winces as Sam made a choking noise and blood gushed from his mouth, which was another bad sign, it was a good indication of internal bleeding.
When they reached the car, they discovered the medics were indeed waiting for them. Dean didn't think he'd ever been so relieved in his life; Sam was finally going to get some help.
A blonde haired medic by the name of Mary took Sam from John and placed him on the gurney. She immediately started checking his injuries. Sam whimpered when she hit his ribs, and she frowned.
"I'm sorry," she said speaking gently to the barely conscious teen. She had never seen a kid this badly beaten before. And it hurt because it wasn't looking good for him, she was determined however that he would make it. She would make sure of it, if it was the last thing she done.
Checking the lung injury she looked at her partner before telling him they needed to intubate so that he could get some oxygen. They worked quickly to get the tube put in place, once it was where it needed to be, Mary hooked him up to a portable respirator.
"We need to transport now" she ordered and that being said they quickly got him loaded.
"Who's riding in with him?" Mary turned to look at John and Dean.
"I am" Dean said immediately, he wasn't about to let any other stranger lay their hands on Sam without him being present to protect him. climbing in the ambulance Dean took a seat beside Sam, and watched while Mary got busy with monitoring his vital stats.
"Is he going to be okay?" Dean asked, not liking how pale Sam was, and liking the look of the tube going down his throat even less. It hurt to see his brother like this; it made him wonder just what kind of brother he was to have allowed this to happen.
"He's in pretty bad shape" Mary said truthfully, as she inserted an IV into a vein in Sam's arm. "I don't know that he will. I've never seen a kid beaten this badly before." The words hurt Dean even more, and he looked down as pain tore through him. A tear dripped down from Dean's eye and landed on the back of Sam's hand. He wanted desperately to be able to trade places with Sam, so that Sam didn't have to suffer anymore.
"Please hang on Sammy" Dean pleaded as he took hold of Sam's hand. "I know I said some pretty crappy things to you, I never should have said them. After all you are the least selfish person I know. I wish I could trade places with you, because I would in a heartbeat. This should have happened to me not you, you done nothing to deserve this, so please just keep fighting for me okay, because as long as you are like this, I'm going to keep on fighting for you." Sobs tore from Dean's throat, and he raised Sam's hand and held it close to his face. He couldn't bear the thought of Sam dying, not after what he'd said. "Please hang on for me, Sammy; I don't know what I would do without you!"
I promise next chapter will be longer! And Mystery Madchen, it's not a deathfic!