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John Winchester wasn't afraid of a lot of things. All the usual crap people were afraid of – spiders, snakes, thunderstorms, darkness, heights (you name it) - it didn't touch him a single bit. Ghosts he could handle, demons and other kinds of monsters too – he would kill them without even blinking. But if there was one thing in the entire world John Winchester was afraid of, it was losing his family.

When Mary had died so suddenly and in such a horrible way, John had been a devastated and broken man. He'd then made it his mission in life to get revenge on the creature that had ripped his family apart even though that had meant moving his sons all the time and raising them like soldiers. Speaking of his sons, they were the reason why John's heart was pounding wildly in his chest right now while he raced as fast as he could in the black Chevy Impala towards the town they'd currently settled down in.

He'd just returned to his motel room after a successful hunt of a vengeful spirit that had haunted the locals two towns over, when he had noticed some unanswered calls from his oldest son and a voicemail. Dean never called unless it was very important, so John quickly pushed the button and listened to the voicemail. What he heard made his eyes widen in horror, and less than twenty seconds later he'd packed his things, thrown them into the trunk and gotten behind the wheels. Dean had mentioned a shooter at their school and had with panic in his voice also stated that Sam had still been inside – with the damn shooter! John angrily punched the steering wheel and cursed. If something happened to his boys – God help him – he couldn't guarantee for the consequences! John had tried calling his oldest back several times, but it seemed like Dean had turned the phone off and that just made John even more on edge. Dean had gotten out, right? So why wasn't he answering his goddamn phone? John punched the steering wheel once more.

When John pulled over the car as close to the school as possible, he put a hand before his mouth and silently prayed to whoever might be listening for his boys to be alright. John hurried out of the car and ran in between the many bystanders while desperately looking for any sign of his sons.

"Dean!" John called. "Dean! Dean!"

"Dean Winchester?" Someone asked and John instantly spun around to find himself facing a short man with a black beard and a suit.

"Yeah, he's my son." John said to the man. "Have you seen him?"

"Yes. As a matter of fact, I dragged him out of the school myself.." The man said and reached out his hand. "Hannibal Goodwin, math teacher."

"John Winchester.." John said and shook the man's hand. "So where is Dean?"

"Well, he should be here somewhere.. I'll help you look.." Mr. Goodwin said.

"Thanks." John said and together the two men started looking for Dean through the giant crowd of people. "The shooter still in there?"

"Yeah, unfortunately.. It's all very tragic.." The teacher said. "The police is getting ready to storm in there any second now.."

John washed a hand down his face and the teacher noticed the worried look on his face.

"You have another son, right?" Mr. Goodwin asked and John nodded.

"Yeah.. Sam.." He said. "When Dean called me he said that Sammy was still in there."

"It's possible.. I'm afraid not all of the kids have come out of there yet.." The teacher said before his attention was caught by some newly arrived parents. "I'm sorry Mr. Winchester but I need to talk to Wendy Miller's parents. I'm sure Dean is here somewhere, and ehm.. I hope Sam will be alright."

"Thanks." John said and the teacher gave him a nod before walking off.

John looked around at all the people and let out a sigh. If Dean had been out here, John was sure he would have found him by now. Which could only mean.. John turned his head and looked at the school building. He didn't know how, but he was sure Dean had somehow found his way back inside to look for his brother. A few kids came out of the school building and John hoped his boys were among them, but as they were swept away by cops and paramedics, John could clearly tell that neither of his sons was there.

"Dammit!" John cursed.

Then he made up his mind. If Dean and Sam couldn't come to him, he would come to them. John started making his way towards the school building but when he got close to it, he was held back by some cops.

"Sir, you can't go in there!" One of the cops said.

"My boys are in there!" John shouted. "I'm going in!"

But no matter how much he struggled, the policemen wouldn't let him go.

"I swear to God, if you don't let me go right now I'm gonna.." John started but was cut off when the entrance doors were kicked open and Dean stepped outside - carrying a limp Sam in his arms.

"Help! I need help!" Dean shouted.

Paramedics immediately showed up with a gurney and helped Dean lower Sam onto it. The youngest Winchester was pale as a sheet and unresponsive.

"Sir, you need to calm down!" One of the policeman told John.

"No, it's my sons!" John growled. "Let me go!"

The policeman let go of the struggling hunter and he then ran as fast as he could the last distance that separated him from his sons.

"Dean!" John shouted.

"Dad?" Dean asked and tore his eyes away from Sam in time to see his dad show up in front of him.

The oldest Winchester pulled Dean into a quick bear hug and then patted his back a couple of times before pulling away.

"What happened? Are you hurt?" John asked and paled a little when he saw the blood on Dean's clothes. "There's blood on your shirt.."

"It's Sam's blood.." Dean said with a voice that shook a little. "Sam was shot in the leg and his wrist is broken.. Dad, he has lost so much blood.."

The two Winchesters looked at each other for a moment, before Dean moved passed John to be closer to his little brother. Paramedics were currently giving Sam oxygen through a mask covering the boy's mouth and nose while inserting an IV-line in his arm.

"Sammy? Sammy, it's gonna be alright.." Dean said and desperately tried to get closer to his brother but the paramedics kept pushing him away.

John also tried pulling Dean away to let the paramedics do their job, but his oldest son continued to shake him off.

"We're taking him to the hospital now." One of the paramedics told them as they started wheeling Sam into the waiting ambulance. "You can follow behind us."

"No, I wanna stay with my brother!" Dean said but this time John roughly grabbed him by his shoulders and held him back.

"No Dean, there's no room in there." John said.

"But.." Dean started when John cut him off.

"Listen to me son!" John growled. "We'll follow right behind them in the Impala and meet up with Sam in the hospital, okay? Now come on, that's an order!"

Dean hesitated a little, his eyes drifting between his father and his hurt brother, before he finally nodded.

"Good.." John sighed. "Let's go.."

The two oldest Winchesters rushed through the crowd and hurried into the car before racing behind the ambulance.

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