Mary watched a skinny, blonde kid who looked about ten walk through the hospital doors and rush to the desk. He and the nurse traded some words before the nurse pointed down a hallway marked 'ICU'. The kid nodded and turned back to the door for a moment before waving his hand in a 'come on' motion. Mary looked at the door and a woman entered, presumably the boy's mother. The two headed off in the direction the nurse motioned to.
She thought not much of it and continued thumbing through a pamphlet about post-traumatic stress disorder.
"Are you Sam Winchester?"
Mary looked up and saw the boy from before talking to her youngest son.
"Yeah, why?" he responded, somewhat confused.
The boy scratched his head for a second then stuck out his hand. "I'm Adam. John told my mom that you're his son." Adam glanced at Gabriel who sat next to Sam. "Dean?"
Gabriel chuckled. "Nah. Call me Gabe." He pointed down to where Dean's room was. "Dean-o's down that way."
Adam awkwardly pocketed his hand after it not being shaken and followed Gabe's finger. He read the patient signs next to the doors as he walked past them and eventually reached the one reading 'D. Winchester.'
He poked his head in the door and saw two guys snuggled up close on the bed. Adam could tell they were sleeping and didn't want to bother them so he crept back out and headed back to the waiting room.
Sam, Gabriel, and Mary were huddled together and speaking in hushed tones.
"Really? Another kid? I don't believe this guy," Gabriel muttered.
"Doesn't surprise me," Mary added.
Sam sighed. "Alright, all of that aside, what if John did the same thing to Adam?"
Adam loudly cleared his throat at the mention of his name. The three turned to him.
"U-uh, hey, Adam," Sam stammered.
"What are you talking about?" he asked as he took another step closer.
Mary stood. "Take us to John," she ordered.
Adam nodded and walked down to the ICU, Mary, Sam, and Gabriel following close behind. They appeared in the doorway in seconds and laid eyes on the most despicable man in existence.
John groaned and shifted slightly in the bed. He was still unconscious but even with those eyes closed, the evil still radiated from him.
His doctor stood in the corner reading a chart. He noticed when the group walked in and approached them.
"Family?" he asked. Sam nodded, Mary sort of shrugged. "The bullet ripped through his stomach and liver, causing major internal bleeding. Fortunately, the bullet missed the spinal cord."
"Oh, how fortunate," Sam muttered, earning a subtle elbow jab from Mary.
Mary coughed slightly and asked, "Do you know when he will be awake?"
The doctor shook his head. "But we'll let you know when he is." He hung the chart on the wall as he left the room.
Sam turned to the unconscious form of his father and sneered. "Bastard" Mary nudged him and he scoffed at her. "Well, he is." He pointed angrily at him. "Why should assholes like him get to live?"
"Don't talk about him like that," Adam barked. Sam, who had momentarily forgotten about his presence, immediately blanched. Mary glanced at Sam before bending down to Adam's eye level.
"Adam, this is really important," she dictated. "I need you to tell me if your dad ever…" Mary sighed. She didn't think she could finish the question that told the young boy that his father was a child molester.
"Did John ever touch you on your bathing suit parts?" Sam blurted, in a fit of rage toward John. Gabriel and Mary both stared at him in shock. Adam dropped his gaze to the floor.
There was a long, tense moment of uncertainty before anyone spoke again.
"Yes," Adam mumbled.
Dean woke to the sound of a cute boy softly snoring. He smiled to himself and watched Castiel's chest rise and fall with his breaths. Dean laid there for a few moments just soaking in the adorableness that was Castiel Novak.
The viewing was short lived as a nurse rapped her knuckles against the door frame.
Cas moved only slightly. He rolled closer to Dean and pressed his face into his shoulder. Dean smirked and pressed a kiss into Cas's hair.
The nurse loudly cleared her throat.
"Alright," he whispered without looking at her. "What do you want?"
She took a step into the room and loudly stated, "It's lunchtime in the cafeteria," causing Castiel to rub his fist into his eye like a small child and grumble as he rouses.
"Le's get s'mwiches," he muttered and nuzzled back into the crook of Dean's neck.
Dean shrugged. "Bring us sandwiches," he ordered.
The nurse sighed, as if to say "We don't really do that but alright," then exited.
Cas smiled against Dean's neck.
"What?" Dean chuckled.
"So rude," he chaffed.
Dean thought for a moment. "Yeah, I am kinda rude."
Castiel sat up and caught his eye. "I was kidding."
Dean shook his head. "Nah, I meant about earlier." He took Cas's hand in his. "I'm sorry I kicked you out," he smiled a bit and looked away, "literally."
"Dean, It's alright."
"No, it's not. I was really mean."
"It's okay."
"No! Cas it's-"
Castiel stopped Dean's words with a gentle kiss to the lips.
"It's fine," he whispered, "really." Cas rubbed his thumb over Dean's knuckles.
Dean anxiously nodded. "O-okay." He leaned forward and again pressed his lips against Cas's.
"Sandwich delivery!" The nurse appeared back in the doorway and chirped.
Dean and Cas both turned their heads to see her holding a tray with two alright-looking sandwiches wrapped in cellophane on it.
Dean chuckled. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot."
"You okay?" she asked as she placed the tray on the table by the bed.
He raised a hand to his face and realised he had been crying. Dean nodded and wiped away the tears. "Yeah, we were just talking."
"Well, okay. Let me know if you need anything." The two on the bed nodded and she left.
Dean grabbed the two sandwiches and handed one to Cas.
The room was silent. Adam was nodding his head uncontrollably and tears began forming in his eyes.
"Oh my god," Gabriel whispered, finally breaking the silence. He grabbed the boy by the shoulders to steady him and Adam hugged him around the waist as he began to sob.
Sam went to the bed and yelled obscenities at John. Mary stopped him when she put a hand on his shoulder and he calmed slightly.
"That's it, I'm calling Bobby," Sam sighed eventually, pulling his phone out of his pocket and stepping into the hall. Mary followed.
"What is he going to do?" she asked exasperatedly.
"Hopefully beat some sense into John when he wakes up," Sam answered as he brought the phone to his ear. He turned away as Gabe and Adam joined them outside the door. Gabe's shirt was wet with the boy's tears.
"I'm gonna take him outside for some air," he said, one hand still on Adam's shoulder. Mary nodded and the two left. She turned to Sam who was now yelling into the phone.
"I'm sick of his shit, Bobby. I need you to get down here and kick his ass…I don't care if you're busy, you need...yeah, I know…Well, when can you come?...Okay, fine… Yeah, I guess I'll see you then." He hung up and pocketed his phone, turning to his mother. "He said he'd be here tomorrow."
Gabriel sat with Adam on a bench outside the hospital. The boy hadn't yet stopped crying, Gabriel spoke to him anyway.
"But, hey, don't worry, kid," Gabriel continued soothing him, "John's going to prison for a long time and we're gonna get help for you."
Adam nodded.
"And you don't have to tell your mom if you don't want to, okay?"
Adam nodded again.
"Alright, and I'm gonna get you a big swirly lollipop for telling the truth and because you deserve it," he finished, patting him on the back.
Adam grinned slightly and the tears stopped. "Thanks," he muttered.
The hospital doors opened and Sam emerged from them. "Hey," he said approaching them. Gabe waved, Adam wiped the tears from his face and smiled at him. "Dean and Cas are talking to the cops." He patted Adam on the shoulder. "Everything's gonna be fine, kid."