After the longest two hours in their lives, the doctor finally appeared. John and Dean stood up.
"How's Sammy?" they both asked at the same time.
"Mr. Hansen, your son has lost a lot of blood. We had to give him three liters. The gashes were deep, but there was no damage to any of his internal organs. We have stitched him up. I expect him to make a full recovery," said Dr. Anderson.
After hearing what the doctor said, John felt relief wash over him. He's going to be okay John thought. Sammy's going to be okay.
"Can we see him now?" asked Dean anxiously.
"Well, he's still heavily sedated. He's in recovery right now and will be moved into a room shortly. Once he's settled a nurse will take you to see him," said Dr. Anderson.
"Thank you doctor," said John shaking his hand.
"How long does he have to stay here?" asked Dean. He didn't like hospitals and he couldn't stand the thought of Sam having to stay here too long.
"Right now he needs a lot of rest, but he should be well enough to go home in about three days," said the doctor.
Three days thought Dean. He knew Sam wouldn't like being stuck in the hospital for three days. Suddenly remembering something, Dean asked his dad for the car keys and ran out the door. He was back in a few minutes carrying Sam's kangaroo. John smiled when he saw that.
"I thought he might want Hoppy," said Dean.
"You know I remember when your mom bought that for you." said John. He didn't talk about Mary much, but when he did Dean hung on every word.
"It was right before your second Christmas. We were at the mall shopping for presents when you spotted that kangaroo. You picked it up and refused to put it down. When I tried to take it away from you and put it back on the shelf you threw a fit. You were kicking and screaming. I wanted to leave the store without buying it, but your mom decided that you should have an early present and bought it for you. You carried it everywhere you went, just like Sam does," said John smiling at the memory.
"I don't remember that," said Dean. He couldn't believe that he could act like that over a toy.
"Of course you don't. You were only two," said John with a laugh.
Just then the nurse appeared telling them they could go see Sam now. They leapt out of their seats and followed her to Sam's room.
John was shocked at how tiny Sam looked lying in the hospital bed. At least he was no longer so pale. Sam was just starting to come around.
"Daddy," Sam said quietly. He was still a little out of it.
"Hey Sammy" said John smiling down at his youngest.
"I'm sorry Daddy, I'm sorry I left the car after you told me not to," said Sam.
"We can talk about that later Sammy. Right now you need to get some rest," said John as he leaned down and kissed Sam's forehead.
John wasn't happy that Sam left the safety of the car, but he knew he was at fault too for not finding the second werewolf before it hurt his baby boy. He knew he would be angry with himself about that for a long time to come.
Dean walked over to the bed and handed Sam his kangaroo.
"I thought you might want Hoppy," he said.
"Thanks," replied Sam.
Sam snuggled in with Hoppy and drifted off to sleep. John and Dean stayed in his room all night long. Dean slept in the extra bed in the room. John sat a chair he had pulled in between the two beds. He didn't sleep at all; instead he spent the night keeping watch over his sons.
End Flashback
The werewolf picked Sam up and threw him into a tree. He hit it with a loud thud. As he lay on the ground with the wind knocked out of him, the werewolf headed towards him.
"Hey," shouted Dean trying to shift its focus away from his brother.
At the sound of Dean's voice the werewolf spun around to face him. This gave Sam the chance he needed. He raised his gun and shot the werewolf in the back. The silver bullet went straight through to its heart causing the werewolf to fall to the ground dead. Sam stood up and walked over to it. He fired a couple extra shouts into the werewolf, just to make sure it was really dead.
"You okay Sammy?" asked Dean.
"I'm fine, a little sore but otherwise fine," Sam answered glaring down at the dead creature.
"Man, I really hate werewolves," muttered Sam.
The EndA/N: I must send out a big thanks to everyone who read my story. A tremendous thanks goes out to everyone who took the time to review. That means a lot to me. Thank you!!!
