And for chapter 4. Hope everyone's loving this as much as I'm loving writing this! Please review, makes my days jolly!

Disclaimer:I own them, and they say hi...lol...thanks to the WB!...Sara and Dr. Chales Pickman are mine as far as I know.

The Beast

Chapter 4

By: chocolate rules

Dean looked sternly at the doctor for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. He had warned Dean that he wasn't going to leave until the child told him what had happened to him and his brother. He, Doctor Charles Pickman, hadn't expected this to take two hours. This boy had more self-control then most other twelve year olds he'd ever worked with. He had thought that the boy was worried about his father finding out about whatever they had done. But that didn't seem to be the child's worry. No this was larger than that. There was a determined set to the boys eyes. The entire two hours he had only spoken five words: "Can I see my brother?" He had been told no, that he had to talk to them first. He hadn't talked since.

Dr. Pickman tried a different approach. "Son, we understand your scared, really we do, but we really need to know what happened. I'm sure you didn't wake up this morning with a broken leg, and I'm also sure your brother didn't wake up with his arm broken. We just want to help you, and your brother. Do you understand?"

Dean nodded. He understood very clearly what they wanted to do. He continued his death glare to the doctor. He sat on the examination table clad with only his boxers and a long-sleeved shirt. Both his jacket and his jeans had been pried off him as they had cast his leg, but he hadn't allowed them to go further. They had been surprised with his strength when he clasped both hands on his orderly and twisted the man's arm to his back without even rising from the table.

Sammy ran down the hall as fast as he had ever ran in his life. He knew how to run away from spirits and demons. But this was a different kind of fear all together. A different kind of beast all together. He ran until he came to a split in the halls. Which way should he go, left or right? He took a deep breath, where are you Dean, and released it. To the right. He just knew it.

Again, the young Winchester ran down the hall. Nurses called out to him, some even tried to grab him, but Sammy wouldn't let them. He could feel his breaths restraining , he needed to find his brother soon. He came to another split and looked both ways, like when he crossed the road. To the left, he could tell he'd be leaving the pediatric center and to the right were two more halls. Sam ran to the right. He didn't know where to go from there. He tried to sense Dean again but his unsteady breathing and his growing worry clouded any possible contact with Dean. But he had to be around there.

"Dean! Dean, where are you?"

Dean heard Sam. His eyes went wild. Dr. Pickman heard the call, too. He saw the boys reaction. "Dean?" he tried. The boy looked back at him. Then, Dean gathered all his strength and jumped off the table. He headed to the door. Dr. Pickman tried to stop him. He kicked him at the shins and the doctor gasped in pain. How much strength did this kid have?

Dean ran out into the hall. He looked around for Sam. "Sammy!" He had heard him . He had to be around there somewhere. "Sammy!"

"Dean!"

"Sammy! Where are you?" Dean tried to run towards his younger brother's voice. He could hear the young man's frantic steps towards him. He turned the corner and stopped as Sammy ran towards him. Dr. Pickman appeared behind him, but he knew it was no use now. Sam ran to Dean, who's eyes were wild again, but with joy. He picked up the young child when he was within grabbing distance. He could feel the boys tears pour onto his shoulder. Dr. Pickman wondered how the boy could support both of them on his bad leg.

"Sammy, you okay?" Dean asked the mess of brown hair beside him. He felt the boy nod. He rubbed the boys yellow T-shirt in circular motions, it always calmed Sam with his dreams. He could tell that Sammy was having trouble breathing.

Sam was actually no longer aware of his breathing problem. He was only aware that he was once again safely in Dean's arms.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"I was really scared." Dean nodded. Dr. Pickman grabbed the boy at both shoulders, just as Sara, Sammy's nurse, appeared. She looked very mad, but was taken aback by the embrace. Dr. Pickman nodded his reassurance to her and lead both boys back to Dean's room. She sighed and walked away thinking how they didn't pay her enough to be running off after kids all over the place.

Dean sat down on the exam table with Sammy in his lap. He looked a lot more peaceful now and Sam was breathing regularly again. Both boys were okay now. Dr. Pickman saw how Dean grabbed the younger boy's chin and looked into his teary eyes. He searched them for something, the doctor did not know what but the boy smile as he found it.

"There now Sammy, it's okay." Dean said. Sam smiled and grabbed his brother in a tight hug again. "Dad'll be here soon. Then, we'll go home and all of this will be a bad memory. Everything's okay." The younger boy nodded.

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