SOOO, I am back to update as promised, I will begin to work on my update for 'evil or not' afterwards, I promise.

So back to the story…

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I'm still a father!

John Winchester sat at the edge of the bed, in the motel room he was currently renting. His phone was ringing; the caller ID saying that it was his oldest son calling. He wanted to answer his phone, e truly did, but he couldn't, he couldn't endanger his sons. If it was important Dean would leave a message, as Sam had done one time before. The message had him in his truck heading back towards his sons. Of course his son's didn't know that, but he simply stayed in the shadows, watching his oldest son, become weaker and weaker. Thankfully Sam found a way to save Dean, and John was soon on his way.

His phone stopped ringing and 'dinged' telling him that Dean had in fact left him a message. He flipped his phone opened and punched in his code, then put his phone to his ear.

"Hey dad, it's a me Dean. Look I um…I screwed up big time dad. The god damn striga got away, but he got Sammy. God Sam's so sick. I can't find the god damn striga either. I…I don't know what to do dad. So, yeah, give me a call I guess."

John's heart stopped a beat, memories of that night almost 18 years ago. Without a hesitation he picked up his stuff and was out the door, speeding towards his son's.

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Deans stood in the door way, the wailing still screeching in his ears, soon doctors and nurses were flooding into Sam's room. Dean went to take a step forward, but was stopped by Brittany, the same nurse from before.

"I'm sorry Dean, just wait. We'll help Sam."

Dean could barely breathe, "But..."

Brittany smiled slightly, "we have to work on Sam, and you'll just get in the way."

With that Brittany rushed into Sam's room, were a nurse was giving compressions, and another pumping air into his body. After two minutes a doctor called, "give me the paddles."

Dean stood with his head pressed against the glass, overlooking his baby brother. He jumped involuntarily as he saw Sam's body lurch upward as high energy rushed through his body.

"Please Sammy…please don't leave me." Dean whispered.

After what seemed a life time, Dean heard the monitor beep, he signed in relief. His brother was alive.

He watched as a tube was placed down his throat. Wincing when his brother did not even flinch at all.

The doctors came out, and one came forward.

"He's stable now. We had to intubate him to keep him breathing. For now the antibiotics don't seem to be working. We would like to start a different round of medication, if you approve."

Dean scratched his head, nervous, concerned and worried. He didn't know what to do. Nothing would help Sam unless he himself killed that striga.

"Do it." Said a raspy voice said from behind Dean. Dean froze, he knew that voice. It was the voice of his father. He turned around, and starred at him.

"Who might you be sir?" asked the doctor.

"John…John…" he looked at Dean, and read his lips as they said Conner.

"I'm John Conner sir; I'm these brother's father."

The doctor shook his head, then looked at Dean for confirmation, when Dean nodded he looked back at the oldest Winchester.

"Okay, Mr. Conner. Do you want to be informed of your son's prognoses?"

John shook his head, "Dean has already. Do what you need to you have my permission."

"Okay, thank you."

When the doctor walked away, Dean turned towards his father.

"Unbelievable."

John looked at Dean, "what?"

"You didn't show when I was DYING! But now Sam is in trouble and here you are."

John sighed, "I was there Dean. You didn't know it but I was there. If Sam hadn't found the healer I would have found a way. I was there. I promise you that."

Dean looked hard at his father, sighing when he found his father dead serious.

"Come on Dean, we need to talk. We'll go in Sammy's room."

Dean watched his father approach Sam's room, "Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Sammy…Sammy was intubated. His heart stop...stopped a few minutes ago. They, they got him back."

John tensed up considerably but nodded. He walked inside, his breathe hitching slightly. When Dean too had settled they began talking about what had went wrong, and what to do next. At 12 midnight the two oldest Winchesters left the hospital and went to find the striga….

TBC

So, I hoped you liked it. I enjoyed writing it…reviews please