1Kk so im sorry 2 it has taken so long to update but I've been so busy with my new puppy, starting High school but anyway I hope u like this..it's the last chapter so..but I'm writing another story where Derek will take part..I will also be doing another story during the time at Stanford...but enough but tht here is the chapter...ENJOY!

Truth!

By the time the police had stopped asking Johns question's John's anger level was through the rough. He was mad at everyone. The doctor, Derek, even Sam but over all he was more angry with himself. It was his fault Sam was here at the hospital. He should have noticed Dean wasn't feeling good then none of this would have happened. He would have made Sam stay home with Dean then he wouldn't have punched him. Sam never would've ran away and Derek...

" I'm going to kill you Derek. Rip you limb from limb for touching my boy!"

John was snapped from his thought when he saw Sam's doctor approaching him. He stood up his anger at the doctor for accusing him of hurting Sam this bad returned immediately.

"Listen you! Lets get some things straight. First I did NOT do that to my son. I would never hurt my boy. Second I demand you let me see my boy right this instant or so help me god."

The doctor was used to yelling though she wished she wasn't. She remembered her childhood and how her father abused her. It was the main reason she became a doctor to help children and if she saw abuse she reported it. No child should go through what she did as a child.

"John..I just can't let you see you son. I'm not sure as to what really happened. I no this is hard but if that boy is being abused I will fix it! He will not suffer as I did."

Small tears formed at the edges of her eyes and she wiped them away so not to loss her composure.

John starred at the doctor before the realization sunk in. This doctor was abused as a child and seeing Sam as he was probably was similar to her childhood.

John looked at her and spoke softly. "Look, I'm sorry about your childhood okay. No child deserves to be abused but I can assure you with my life I have not abused my sons.. They're all have left and I can't imagine life with out them. Please just let me see my boy." John was practically begging to see his son. It was so important to see Sammy. He need to see him.

The doctor looked into John's pleading eyes. It was then that she REALLY looked into his eyes.

His eyes weren't those of a mean father. One that abused his children. His eyes told her that he really truly loved his children. She slowly smiled and shook her head.

"John, maybe I was wrong about you...I'll let you see Sam but I still want to talk to him when he wakes up...of course with your son being on a ventilator and-"

"WHAT!? Your didn't tell me he was on a ventilator!"

The doctor thought for a moment when she realized she in fact hadn't told him that fact.

"John I'm sorry. With everything that happened I must've forgot to tell you. Sam is on a ventilator and sadly in a coma."

Each word hit John like a punch to the stomach. His baby boy, his last gift from Mary was in a coma..heck he couldn't breathe by himself.

"C..Can I see him please?" his voice was small and soft and the doctor nodded and began walking to Sam's room. John was close behind. He saw a sign that read pediatric ICU in big red letters. His baby was in the ICU.

The doctor stopped before room 255 before excusing herself. John stood there for a minute before having the courage to open the door. Gripping the handle he slowly opened the door. His breathe hitched at the sight of his son. He looked so much younger than his 16 years with the wires connected to him. Iv's played piggy back on his left hand. He had about 15 stitches on his arm and his ear was a sick dark purple. And no doubt Dean was at his side holding his hand. John walked over to his son's taking a seat on the opposite side of Sam's bed when Dean spoke.

"This is supposed to happen to him. I'm supposed to protect him. I don't..can't..won't see him like this again dad..I just can't."

"I know Dean..I know. God this is all my fault. I should've known that bastrd Derek would get himself turned. Should've known we were being followed. Should've noticed your felt sick...god I never should have..."

"Yeah well I'll make sure that don't happen again." Dean turned to glare one more time at his father for laying a hand on Sammy. But he quickly brought it back to Sam.

"Dad, he's in a coma."

"I know son..I know."

5 DAYS LATER!

It had been 5 days. Five whole days and Sam's blood pressure was once again normal which was a relief to both Dean and John but Sam had yet awoken from his coma and still was on the ventilator. He was still pale, so still that it hurt Dean to see his brother like this. His little brother had always been so full of life and was always moving to see him so still was just a realization of his coma.

"Come on Sammy. Your scaring your big brother. Just wake up please." Dean gently ruffled Sam's to long hair before leaning back in his chair and falling asleep. He had only left Sam's side to go to the motel for a quick shower. Though his dad protested one glare from Dean told John it was no use arguing. So he left for the motel by himself for a nights sleep.

Dean was woken up by a sickening gagging sound. It sounded like someone was choking. He jumped to his feet when he realized Sam's eyes were open and that he was the one creating to sickening sound. Immediately he was holding Sam's hand and rubbing his hand through Sam's hair trying to calm him down.

"Sam..Sammy, listen to me you need to calm done."

Sam turned his eyes to Dean. The fear behind them made Dean shiver. Never had Sam looked so scared. But even as Dean tried to calm Sam down, Sam still choked. Dean knew he was getting any air, that he was suffocating and pushed the nurses button repeatedly. Doctors and nurses filled the room immediately and pushed Dean away. Dean stayed as close to sam as possible while they worked. It was then he saw the doctor in one swift motion remove the tube from Sam's throat. Sam gagged once more before he took a breath.

"D..Dean." Sam's voice was hoarse and raspy and was barely over a whisper but Dean could hear the fear behind his little brother's voice.

"Shh, Sammy I'm right here. Your okay. Your okay."

"Derek..don't let him get me please."

"Don't you worry Sammy Derek won't lay another hand on you..I'll protect you."

The doctor heard Sam talking to Dean and smiled john wasn't an abusive father..he had told the truth. Though it wasn't a great story the fact it hadn't been John was a great feeling.

"Dean, I'm going to call your father and let him know about Sam. There's ice chips over there Sam can have. A few at a time."

Dean nodded before turning back to Sam. When the doctor left he looked at Sam seriously.

"You ever run away like that again and I'll kick you're a$$!"

"Okay."

"B!tch."

"Jerk."

3 DAYS LATER

they were on there way once more. Sam had been released the day before and they had returned to the motel for that night. But Sam didn't want to stay, telling Dean it brought back to many memories. Dean didn't need to be told anything else because the next day he told his father they were leaving and here they were. Going down a high heading who knows where. He looked over at his little brother's sleeping form.

"I'll get that sick bastrd Sam. No one lays a hand on my little brother."

With that said he pushed down a little more on the gas pedal. Following his fathers truck.

THE END

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