So yeah, I'll be away for a while, no wi-fi where I am going, I'll try and post again soon… anywho I still own nothing, Hey let's all gang up and go steal them! We could storm Eric's imagination, or we could just kidnap Jensen and Jared! Either way would work for me.
Chapter 4: Clowns and nightmares
" What do you mean Sammy?" Dean asked worriedly.
"I hurt… everything hurts, why does everything hurt Dean?" Sam pleaded.
"Do you remember walking home from school?" Sam seemed to be trying to grasp some distant notion as he stared at the wall, then he got scared ass he remembered what had happened, "What if they come back Dean?" Dean shook his head, "I took care of them, they won't hurt you no more."
" Boy needs to grow up, fight his own battles." Sam let his eyes drift back to the bed in shame.
" He already tried that, don't you see? It was three to one Dad!" Dean yelled in response to Jon's cruel statement. Jon stormed out yelling something about how weak Sam was and how he was never going to grow up. Sam looked over at Dean and said sheepishly, "I really did try to fight them I swear."
"I know you did little guy…"
"Dean?"
"Yeah Sammy?"
"What does it mean if when I pee it is red?"
"Sammy, was it?" Sam nodded slowly, Dean wanted to kick himself for not realizing it sooner, that was why Sammy's back had hurt so much- he hurt his kidney.
"Dean?" Sam called Dean out of his trance.
"Yeah- Yeah, umm-"
"Dean!" Sam said as he leaned over the bed, and Dean realized what he was saying. Dean reached over and patted Sam on the back as he puked the nothing in his stomach. Dean knew he needed to get the kid to the hospital but he was sure Jon wouldn't let them go, for risk of getting CDC involved. Dean pulled Sam back into a sitting position once he was done. He jumped out of the bed and told Sammy he would be back in a little bit.
He walked out into the parking lot and Saw Jon chugging some beer, he walked a little closer, "Sam's kidney is messed up Dad, his arm is broken pretty bad, and he has a concussion too, I think."
"Have you physically seen his kidney? He is just a wuss, there is probably nothing wrong with the kid, he just complains a lot."
"Dad, How do not realize he is hurting! You telling him to tough it out is not going to help him this time Dad!" Dean said as he rushed back to the motel room, he glanced over at Sam. " Can you walk?"
Sam nodded as he stood up and grabbed the bed post for support, then the room decided it would spin around in circles, Sam passed out on the spot but Dean caught him before he hit the ground. "There you go bub." He said as he picked up Sammy as he had done so many times before. He carried Sam out to the pickup and threw the door open, sitting Sam in the car. Jon came up and said, "What the hell do you think you are doing?"
"I am taking care of my brother, like I always have, what are you doing?" Dean said spitefully as he jumped into his seat and slammed the door.
"You can't just take Sam with you. He is my son!"
"Oh, really, I wouldn't have noticed he was your son from the way you are acting, hmm" Dean said through the open window as he drove off. "Sammy, you awake dude?" Dean got a small mm-hm from the small kid sitting in the passenger side seat. "How you holding up, little man?"
"Fine." Sam said as he looked out the window to the road out sode, gettong dizzy from all the movement, "You shouldn't look at the out side, look in the car." Dean suggested. Sam nodded and looked over at Dean, "Did you ever have nightmares?" Dean wasn't sure how to answer, he had flashback dreams but he wasn't sure those were nightmares, besides he outgrew those by the time he started hunting. "Kind of, I had this dream where I couldn't get us out of the fire the night that- well um…" Silence filled the car and Sam wished he hadn't asked. The silence stopped when Sam said " In my dreams people are dying and they are screaming, and I can't do anything… sometimes people are trying to kill me too." Dean was surprised, "Sammy I thought you had clown nightmares…"
"Those are different Dean, these just different." Dean smirked, trying to make light of the conversation, " That makes total sense…" his audience must be mute because he didn't hear laughter or see a smile just a Sammy, once again asleep.
Dean tried not to think of Jon as he drove to the nearest ER, but that was nearly impossible. He didn't normally go against what Jon said, but this was for Sammy. Dean would do anything for that floppy haired geek, because he loved him.
