Till I see you again

Chapter 4

Dean sat with his father, and Bobby, in the sterile white emergency waiting room. He still couldn't believe the condition his brother had been found in. He was ready to leave and hunt them down.

"I hope you have another address for those brothers" Dean said to Bobby, who was attempting to read a newspaper that had been left lying around.

"No, I'm afraid that I only knew that they work out of that warehouse." Bobby said wishing that he knew more than he did. He loved both the boys; they were like sons to him. There was just something about Sam that set him apart from everyone else. He also knew the hunting life wasn't for someone like Sam. the hunting life would quickly choke the spirit out of Sam if they didn't get him out of it. Which he sincerely doubted that John would allow that and the poor kid would be left to suffer for it.

"Great how are we supposed to find them now" Dean grumbled.

"Just because I don't know where they live don't mean I don't know someone who does" Bobby said grabbing his phone. He was pretty sure that Caleb had hunted with them a couple of times. Of course after that last hunt he'd went on with them, apparently they had taken the torture to the extreme. Caleb had left them to it and hadn't looked back. Bobby remembered Caleb calling him and warning him about those two. Fortunately that wasn't the first Bobby had heard about them. After that he had gone out of his way to avoid running into them.

"I really want to nail them to the wall right about now" Dean growled, the longer he thought about the pain they'd caused Sam, the angrier he got. He never wanted to see Sam like that again. It would mean that he'd failed his job of protecting Sam. as it was he was worried that after tonight he wouldn't have a little brother to protect much longer. He hoped that Sam made it of course, but after seeing Sam's injuries he just wasn't sure. It didn't look good. And that truly bothered Dean. A person's body could only take so much beating before it gave up. He knew Sam wouldn't give in without a fight, he was afraid it was beyond Sam's abilities to survive this.

"I know what you're thinking" John said speaking for the first time since arriving at the hospital. "Your brother is going to pull through, I know that it looks bad, but he won't quit on you." John looked serious as if he firmly believed everything he was saying.

Dean took a deep breath, he was freaking out about this whole twisted situation. Standing up, he stretched, turning towards the exit.

"I need a breather" was all he said before he strode out of the room. Walking outside he stayed near the doors and leaned back against the wall. Away from the other families waiting to hear news about their loved ones, he could practically feel the stress in the room and it was like a loaded gun just waiting to go off. Add that to the way he felt about this situation with Sam and it made things about a hundred times worse for Dean. Leaning down with his hands on his knees, Dean breathed in deeply, and then released it slowly. The tension he was feeling slowly began to ease.

After a few more minutes Dean straightened and leaned back against the wall. He wondered how much longer the doctors would be working on Sam. the longer they worked, the more serious his injuries. Dean wondered if they'd be able to fix Sam's hands. They had literally been crushed, they were obviously shattered, and Dean didn't know if that could be fixed. How would Sam be able to operate without his hands? He hoped the doctors would be able to do something even if it was just putting in pins and rods.

Heading back into the ER, Dean headed straight towards John and Bobby. He was desperate, he needed to know that Sam was going to pull through, if not he was going to need to make plans for after leaving the hospital. He didn't want to live in a world where he couldn't have his little brother. He knew Sam wouldn't exactly agree with that, he would think that Dean needed to somehow move on and go on with his life. What Dean couldn't get Sam to understand was that without Sam there was no enjoying life without him. Dean had to have Sam there to remind him to look for the joy, not just kill himself hunting.

"Any word?" he questioned as soon as he had reached where they were sitting. Bobby shook his head. He was starting to get a really bad feeling about this whole situation. John was soon going to have questions he wouldn't have the answers too. He hoped that things turned out well but knowing how the Winchesters luck seemed to be running, he didn't think it would go well.

"I hope we find out something soon" Dean muttered and sat down in his original seat. Sitting back, he tried to block the images of his little brother's bloody hands out of his mind. He wasn't sure how the doctors would be able to fix them. At least every single bone had to be shattered. He didn't envy his brother the pain he would be feeling for a long time after this. Just thinking what those brothers had put Sam through, made Dean angry all over again. He wanted to go hunt them down and eviscerate them then feed them their innards, he wanted to smash their hands until every bone was shattered and they were completely useless for life. He could almost feel their blood running through his hands, and he could practically hear their cries for mercy, which of course, ignored. Sam must have cried out for help, and they likely ignored him also. They didn't show Sam any mercy he would return the favor.

"Dean?" he heard his father's voice call out, and Dean shook his head clearing his thoughts away.

"What!" Dean snapped he really wanted to go back to planning how he was going to torture those guys who had been responsible for this.

"Watch your tone" John grumbled though from the look on Dean's face, he knew exactly what his oldest son had been thinking about.

"Don't focus on revenge right now, we have to be smart about it, make sure nobody notices anything that could lead to trouble for us. One way or the other those creeps will pay for what they have done." Dean blinked was it just him or did his father just okay the murder of humans? Or rather those monstrosities posing as humans. After seeing the damage they had done there no way they could even remotely be considered human.

"I get it" Dean muttered "leave no trace of those guys behind. By the time I get finished with them there won't be anything left to be found." John didn't normally encourage this level of violence in either of his son's but this occasion called for special allowances. He almost felt sorry for those guys but then remembering his baby's beaten body. Any trace of sympathy disappeared. Those boys would get what they deserved in time. Nothing would stop John from going all out on them. They should have known that by taking a Winchester they were kicking a hornet's nest.

A few minutes later, Dean looked over at the entrance to the ER and he swallowed when he saw two police officers enter the building. He knew exactly why they were here; John was going to have fun explaining his way out of this one. The officers stopped at the nurse's desk before a doctor exited out the ER doors and led them over to where John was sitting with Dean and Bobby.

"John Winchester?" the older of the two officers asked. "Do you mind explaining how your son has shattered all 27 bones in both hands, and how he has severe internal bleeding? Along with the injuries to his eyes?"

"Can you explain how you know more about my son's injuries than I do" John growled and he turned and glared at the doctor.
"I can assure you, I didn't do this to my boy, he was taken from our motel room, and he's more than old enough to stay by himself for a few hours. If I had thought that something like this would happen I wouldn't have left him alone. As it is I'm not a fortune teller so it's impossible for me to know the future. What do you mean injuries to his eyes?" he asked as if catching the phrase for the first time.

"His corneas have been for lack of a better term burned, leaving us to believe that there is a strong possibility that Sam is blind." Dean growled under his breath and clenched his fists. Those assholes were going to pay.

"How is that possible?" John asked he wanted to know what they had done so he could pay them back in turn. If Sam hadn't been able to see them coming, his terror must have been severe. They wouldn't get by with it.

"Any household chemicals can do it, or it could be something from a lab. There is no way to know." The doctor said. He had been disturbed by the child's injuries and had automatically suspected abuse. He was wondering if that was the right judgment call on his part, just from what he was seeing from the father he wasn't so sure. He hating splitting families up if they didn't need to be. But he'd seen cases where the children needed to be taken away and they weren't, the children had to live with the consequences. He didn't want to make the wrong choice for this one especially with the disability he was going to have to learn to live with.

"You didn't have to involve the police" John told the doctor as he watched the two police officers walk away to talk to the nurses again. He had the feeling it wasn't the last they'd seen of them, but John was prepared to take Sam and run if he had too.
"Just how bad are Sam's injuries?" Dean asked having been silent long enough.

"Like I said every single bone in both hands are shattered, we had to surgically put pins in his hands to hold the bones together, he'll probably have trouble using them for the rest of his life. I know without a doubt he is blind." The doctor frowned as he thought of something.

"If he was taken from your motel room, why weren't the police called?"

"We're not from around here" John replied "we find it hard to trust people we don't know." The doctor seemed to accept that, it made since to not really trust someone if you didn't know them.

"Will I be able to see my son?" John asked holding his breath with the police being here he wasn't sure he'd be allowed in the room.

"I'm not sure I really trust your story" the doctor said "I have to make the best decision I can for the child."

"How is separating him from his family the best decision" Dean demanded clearly pissed at the way the conversation was going. "My little brother needs me and he needs our father, you would stand in the way of Sam getting what little comfort he can get at this time?"

"You don't see some of the kids that get brought in here by their families, and then walk out with them only to be brought back a few weeks later worse than they were before." The doctor said. Dean could appreciate the guy caring about his patients but he really wanted to be with Sam right now.

"After we get out of here you'll never see us again" Dean muttered. He didn't want Sam to be scared when he realized he was alone, although at this point he probably wasn't even awake from the surgery yet. If that doctor didn't let them go see Sam, Dean was going to ninja his way into Sam's room. He never let Sam be alone when he was hurt and he wasn't about to start now.

So there's a longer chapter for y'all. Thanks for reading and reviewing sorry it took so long to update. Had a minor crisis when I lost the flashdrive with the book I am writing on it. Thankfully that has been resolved. Have a good night Liz