AN: Goooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! So sorry for the delays guys and gals. Two more family members were rushed to the hospital and my daddy and I had to go to Indiana and pick up my brother from school. Been a long busy week. Hell I went to bed early last night 'cause I was tired and had a headache. I laid down and knocked out instantly. Lol! So finally! An update! Yay! Ugh. My focus also is lacking. Probably from me not sleeping so well the last few days. I'm okay, just been restless the last few nights. Not sure why though. Anyways. Thanksgiving is so close! Gotta get going on the cooking! Then after Thanksgiving, it's time to start the Holiday baking. Oh joy. Lol! Still need to make clay. I can't afford to buy presents for my friends this year, so I decided to make them presents out of clay. I think it's a nice idea! And it's creative! X3 Anyways, when we left Alex tried to get away with Sam! And then Dean gave chase and then the sound of metal hitting metal came about. Oh no! Let's see what happened!
Art33mis-Me either! And I wrote this! But it's plot bunnies fault! They make me write this! *grumble* Freaking evil bunnies from Hell...
sonyakitzmiller-I go by Lima when my dad and I go to Indiana. I live about an hour away from Cleveland in a small town. Our snow blows in from there off Lake Erie.
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You Don't Mess With Dean's Babies
Alex groaned as he came awake. He looked over at Sam and gasped. The seat was empty. He was thrown from the truck and lying just a few feet away. He looked closer and saw the ropes he used to tie the boy with were off and the gag was gone.
"Sonuvabitch. He got loose." He mumbled to himself.
Sam somehow had managed to got himself free and crawled out of the truck. Alex knew he was hurt. He had probably passed out after he got loose and he was covered in blood.
"Aiden. Son I'm here. Papa's coming." Alex groaned trying to get out of the seatbelt that constricted him.
About a half hour earlier
Sam moaned and tried to move but found he couldn't really move.
'Why am I tied up?' His fuzzy mind wondered.
He twisted and turned. But he couldn't get out of the bonds.
He noticed he was on the floor lying half out of the truck. He then used the broken glass from the window and finally got out his bonds. He then weakly raised an arm and took the gag out.
Sam looked over and saw the Impala.
'Home' He thought.
Still healing from his older injuries and being sick, he was hurting so badly black spots danced in his vision. He gathered what little strength he had and started to crawl towards the Impala.
He knew the Impala was his home. And in his dreams Dean was always driving. He put two and two together and realized what Dean had said was true. Dean was his brother. Older by the way he looked.
He only made it so far before he passed out. His last thought was of his brother.
Present Time
Dean moaned as he came awake. He took a few moments and gathered his bearings.
He took a look at himself and saw minor cuts and bruises, he also had a whooper of a headache and probably had a concussion.
He groaned and got a look at the truck. It was a wreck. It was flipped over, upside down. He saw Alex moving and trying to get out, but he didn't see Sam.
He got his bearings and got out of the car.
"Bastard. You're so going to die for wrecking both my babies." Dean snarled.
He was about to head to the truck when he saw his first baby lying a few feet away.
"Sammy!" Dean rushed to the younger mans side and rolled him over gently to his back and cradled him in his arms.
"Sam! Sammy! Hey buddy, come on. Open your eyes for me. Please." Dean said.
He assessed his brother and it didn't look good. He felt Sam's pulse and didn't like how slow and sluggish it was.
"Sammy please wake up and tell you're fine. Come on kiddo. Big brother needs to know you're okay." Dean plead.
Sam moaned and stirred but didn't wake.
Dean lifted his brother up and laid him down in the front seat and covered him with his jacket.
"I'll be right back baby boy. Don't you go no where." Dean said and gently shut the door.
He went to the trunk and got a gun and went to truck.
Alex was struggling to get out and he couldn't. The freaking seat belt was broken and wouldn't un lock.
He startled when the window broke and a gun was pointed at him. Before he knew it his world went dark after he heard a shot.
Dean shot the bastard that took his baby and messed with him. He then went back to the Impala and got out some salt and lighter fluid and salted the body, then lit it on fire.
"That's what you get you bastard." Dean said.
He got back to Impala and took off. He needed to get Sammy to the hospital like now!
At the hospital
Bobby watched as Dean paced the floor. Sam had been back behind those big doors for a little over a few hours now.
"Dean boy calm down." Bobby said.
Dean had called Bobby after he had been looked at. He had only minor injuries and actually escaped a concussion. He would just have a killer headache for a day or two.
"I can't calm down Bobby. He was already hurt and sick, and now this?" Dean said as his pacing increased.
"Dean-" Bobby was about to say something but the doctor came in.
"Mr. Singer? We need you to sign this." The nurse said.
"What is it?" Dean asked.
"A form that says you'll allow surgery." The nurse said.
"S surgery? Sammy needs surgery?" Dean asked.
"Yes sir. He needs it now. He might not make it without it." The nurse said.
Dean signed the form and watched the nurse rush back behind the door.
Dean sat down next to Bobby and buried his head in his hands and his began to shake.
It was going to be a long night.
At least Dean shot the bastard. Then made sure he couldn't come back.
Until Next Time! *snuggles under blankets, falls asleep* ZZzzzzz
