AN: Sorry this chapter is so short, but I wanted to put John arriving in one chapter. Hope you enjoy it. I'm posting two chapters or three. :D Thank you SciFiRN for the help :D

John was pissed. He couldn't believe his best friend would take the boys and not tell him, but he had. John ran a frustrated hand over his face. He knew why Bobby had taken them though. John knew he was the reason Dean was in the hospital and he hated himself for it, but he also figured his eldest son would be up and ready to hunt in a couple more days.

John left a message on Dean's cell saying that he was coming over. Bobby, having taken Dean's cell, listened to the message, getting all the warning he needed that John was on his way.

Bobby knocked on the door of the room the boys shared, "Sam can you come and help me?"

"Go ahead, I'll be fine." Dean said when Sam didn't want to go. "I won't move I swear." Dean told him placing the head phones back on his ears. The music was good distraction, but he needed pain pills.

"Oh, when you come back bring me some of the pain pills and water." Dean told him.

"You're actually asking for the pills?" Sam asked thinking he'd have to force Dean to take them.

"Yeah, anything to dull the pain." He replied with a tense smile.told him.

"I'll bring them up as soon as I can." Sam smiled and left to help Bobby.

"What's wrong?" he asked noticing Bobby's frown.

"Your dad knows that you two are here, didn't figure it would take him too long to figure it out." Bobby told him. "I can't stop him from coming on my property short of calling the cops, but I wouldn't do that to you or Dean. I'm not letting him in the house though."

"But if he gets upset, what if we need the police?" Sam asked

"Sam if the cops get involved in this then your dad cwould end up in jail. You'd be taken away, maybe put in foster care somewhere and well, Dean would never agree to that and you know it. I promise I'm gonna try to keep your Dad as calm as possibleay."

"I understand." Sam said knowing he needed his big brother around. "When he gets here let me know, because he's not going near Dean till I let him." Sam told him. "If he tries I know where you keep your weapons and ammo."

"Sam, if anybody gets to fill your dad with buckshot one day that'll be me." Bobby smiled, knowing good and well that if John provoked Sam he'd do just 

what he said he'd do. "See if Dean wants some homemade soup, will you?" he added, messing Sam's always shaggy hair.

"Yes sir." Sam said heading back to the room. "Dean do you want some soup?" he asked.

"That sounds good." Dean answered.

Sam ran and told Bobby that the homemade soup would be good then headed back to Dean.

"Sam can you help me I need to use the bathroom?" Dean asked.

Sam wasn't sure if he could do it, but he was determined to help. It took Sam four attempts to get Dean into a standing position, after all Dean was a little heavier than he was.

"You weigh a ton." Sam complained, when he finally got Dean into the bathroom. "You good or need me to stay?" he asked hesitantly.

Dean wasn't happy about needing help, or feeling embarrassed. "Yea, Sammy I think I got it." Dean told him. "Just stand behind me just in case, will you? My ribs still are killing me. I swear the wrap he put on them is making it hurt worse."

Sam knew that if Dean was in pain and admitting it, it must be pretty bad. After all, admitting a weakness was never Dean's MO. Dean was the one that had took care him. Dean was the one that took care of Dad. Dean always helped everyone else before taking care of his own hurts. This time things had changed and Sam knew it would be a while before Dean was back to his old cocky self; his brother, who took nothing from demons and the other supernatural forces, his brother, that kicked ass and took names, his brother, that shoot first asked questions later.