Does Batman complain about his insecurities?
"I got him," John said running after his baby boy.
Mary wiped her tears and tried to pull herself back together.
"Sammy, Sammy stop, Sam!" John yelled running and diving through the hospital staff.
"This is all your fault!" Sam yelled turning to face his dad. John felt like he was stabbed in the heart when he saw his sons red eyes and the river flowing from his eyes.
"I know, I know kiddo," was all he could say as he took Sam in his arms and shushed him as he cried.
"You were mean to him! I told you he was hurt and you didn't listen to me!"
"I know Sammy, and I'm so sorry, this is all my fault, I know."
"Wh-when will he be better?" Sam asked into his dad's chest when he was done with the sobs.
"I don't know kiddo, but just think of it this way...as awful and mean as it sounds, Dean's been hurt this way lots of times so he'll be really tough and get better really fast."
"Really?" Sam asked hopeful.
"Yeah, would he have been able to scare that person that hurt you if he wasn't tough?"
"N-no," he answered with a sniffle.
"He'll be fine Sammy."
"Just stop being mean to him," Sam ordered.
"I won't ever be mean to him again I promise. Now, let's go back in okay? I'm sure your mom needs a hug right about now."
Sam nodded then pulled away and let his dad lead him back to the room while nurses smiled sympathetically at them both.
SPN
"Mary's down at the car waiting, you ready to go kiddo?" John asked walking in the room to see Dean trying to dress himself. "You need help there?" he smiled seeing his struggle to use his still bruised hands and arms to pull his shirt on.
John saw the kid go a little red but he tried his best to make it look like it was nothing as he buttoned Dean's shirt for him.
"We tried to get everything back from the motel that you took with you, Mary's tidied a room downstairs and it's fit for a girl, smells all sweet and everything."
Dean nodded once to say he understood but didn't give anything more than that.
"You want this back? Sam admitted he took it," Jon smirked pulling a necklace...THEnecklace, from his pocket.
Dean's eyes lit up and he practically snatched it from John.
"You want me to help you put it on?" he asked.
Dean shook his head then winced as he put it in his pocket.
"Hey Dean! Dad I got it," Sam grinned hopping in the room with a bag of meds, the lady had told him usually they wouldn't allow kids to take prescriptions for someone else but seeing as he was such a sweet boy and not been a bit of trouble in the week he'd been sticking around almost permanently, she let him take it and made him promise not to tell or she could get into trouble.
"Good job Sammy, okay, so if you're ready we can bust this joint?" John asked Dean who nodded then carefully stood.
"Oh no you don't, park it Mr. Turner," a nurse said coming in with a wheelchair.
'Oh great! Like this isn't embarrassing enough!'
"You heard the lady, park it," John said helping Dean down in the chair as he grumbled.
"That looks so cool! Can I have a ride?"
'You can take my place if you like kid.'
"No Sammy, be grateful you don't have to ride in one," John said as he took over for the nurse and pushed the chair out of the ward with Sam following close in tow.
"You ready to go sweetie?" Mary asked when she saw her boys approaching. "Sammy did the doctor say your stitches were okay?" she asked knowing she had told her husband to take Sam for a check up while he went in for Dean.
"Yeah, he said I was real bravewhile he took em out and then he gave me a lollypop, it got one for you too, Dean."
His eyes went wide in shock, the kid had got him a lollypop?! It wasn't much, but hell that's one of the nicest things anyone's ever done for him in years.
"Kid wouldn't leave till the doc gave him two," John snorted.
She held the door open as Sam jumped in then Dean carefully got in still wide eyed.
"You want cola or orange?" Sam asked smiling as he pulled two from his pocket.
"You serious?!" Dean asked a little too overly excited.
"Yeah, pick one."
John and Mary smiled in the front at the boys, Dean hadn't said much, in fact he'd not said anything to them really. Sometimes when Dean was a little better and more aware as the days went on they would leave the hospital room so it was just Sam and Dean alone so they could talk. It seemed to work as every time they left then came back half an hour later, Dean seemed much happier.
Dean reached for the cola then smiled at Sam again.
They both tore the wrappers off in a milli second and were sucking on the pops happily.
"You boys both okay?" Mary asked after a while as she looked in the mirror at them.
"Yeah," Sam nodded happily.
Dean nodded a little nervous but at least he was acknowledging her again.
"What are the plans for the last 2 days off Sammy?" she asked.
"Um...I dunno, will Dean be able to come to my school when he's better?"
'Oh hell no! School?! You gotta be kidding me!'
"Dean, sweetie you have to go to school," Mary laughed a little at his grumpy expression, his nose was pulled up and he didn't look all that impressed.
"We'll get all the paper work sorted for this fostering then we'll look into how to get you in school, that seem okay kid?" John suggested, so he nodded.
'School...great, how do I tell them I'm as dumb as pig crap and I dropped out 2 years ago?...Well, 'dropped out' being a stretch...more like beaten out.'
SPN
"We thought it might be better if you slept down here for a few days, so..." Mary turned the lights on in the far back room Dean didn't even know they had and vwala! One huge double bed and a lamp and books and a TV... 'Holy crap...why are they doing this for me?'
"Is it okay? We can move some more stuff down here if you want?"
Dean's mouth flopped open like a fish out of water as he shook his head.
"Some of this stuff is just to make the room look lived in," Mary admitted.
"T-thank you..." Dean gasped, this was more than a room than the other one upstairs, and that was probably more than a room than he'd had in years.
"You're welcome sweetie, why don't you get some sleep," she said cupping his cheek then waving John and Sam away as she turned out the lights and left Dean to have some peace to sleep.
'God this is ridiculous! I can't even sit in a car for half an hour without needing a nap now. Wonder why they think it would be better for me to be down here for a few days?'
He walked over to the bed then flopped down, he forgot his injuries and yelped when they were pulled.
"Oh...that's why," he admitted to himself before he pretended he was asleep knowing someone was about to come in.
"Dean you okay honey?" Mary asked coming in when she heard the yell.
She winced when she saw he was fast out so soon.
"Poor baby," she whispered then closed the door again going back to making sure her husband had everything for work.
She asked Sam if he was doing anything, he said no so she said he could come to the shop with her to pick out something's Dean would like and what John would need for work. He wasn't too happy about being tricked but he was dying to see if Dean was okay so he knew if he went out then hopefully by the time he came back Dean would be awake and they could play on one of his games or something.
SPN
Dean heard them leave...he thought they had all left him...he sighed under his breath...he tried to breathe, relax, think it was better now and they were just going out for a few minutes. He really did try, but it was no use as the water works started and tears of misery and confusion mixing with fear and self loathing streamed down his face.
"Oh Dean..." John gasped when he heard his soft cries. He wasn't sure if the kid wanted a hug or he just needed to let this out.
He walked round the bed and stood there trying to make his mind up...
It all came clear when Dean sat up and launched himself at John.
"Ah kid," he whispered then wrapped his arms round Dean careful of his injuries and rocked him slow as the cries upped a notch, he loved he technically had another son now, but this part of fatherhood, of parenting...he really couldn't ever get used to.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Dean cried.
"Hey, hey you got nothing to be sorry for, nothing," John comforted. He read the other day abused children tend to blame themselves for things even beyond gods control, so he really shouldn't be surprised of this but he just couldn't get his head round it.
"I killed them, I killed them all...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I sorry," Dean screamed like he was angry but he didn't let go or start to throw things like the social worker said he might.
"Stop Dean, stop, you didn't kill anyone."
"I killed them...I killed my mom and dad............ l-leave me alone...I don't wanna k-kill you too," he cried but again didn't pull away.
"You're not gonna kill anyone, I swear you're safe here, nobody's gonna die," John said holding the boy tight.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry..."
"Ssshh, it's okay Dean, you don't have to be, you really don't."
Dean cried himself numb about half an hour later, Sam and Mary still weren't back thankfully.
"Can you tell me what happened?" John asked setting Dean against the four pillows he'd piled up.
The boy had gone back to his silent black hole and refused to answer.
"Dean, you know you can talk to anyone of us okay, anytime you want, just come to us and we'll be there to listen, you don't have to feel alone in this anymore okay, we got your back. And I know he's just a little boy but...Sammy's smart, and he's a good kid as I'm sure you've found out...he'll listen too, we all will, we're all here for you."
He nodded, just barely, so John got the picture.
"Get some sleep kiddo, we'll be here, no one's gonna leave you alone okay?"
Dean blinked, then moved down the bed and closed his eyes as told.
'What if I get Sam and Mary killed...John loves them more than Ron has ever loved my mom...what if John knows how to do worse than Ron? He won Ron in the fight...he's definitely stronger...he will carve the names of people in my chest won't he? I'm screwed...I am so screwed no matter what!'
SPN
"Dean, honey, dinner time," Mary said with a hand on his shoulder.
He slowly uncurled himself and whimpered.
"Here, thought you might need these before you thought about doing anything else," she said handing him a few pills and a glass of water.
He thanked her with a blink and she wondered what had made him go quiet again.
"You okay sweetie?"
He nodded and pushed himself up. She wanted him to stay in bed but she also thought getting out of the stuffy room would do him good too, so she helped him walk to the table where Sam and John were chatting.
"Hey Dean, are you feeling...better?" Sam asked not knowing if that was the right word, Dean had more bruises than astreet fighter that lost and he really looked bad, he always tried to be a grown up and ignore the blue and black patches that covered Dean and just get on with trying to make him feel better, but it was hard, every time he saw them, it made the imagine of all the blood and the dying Dean on that bathroom floor come rushing back.
"F-fine," Dean grunted as he sat down on the chair John offered and Mary was happy to see he was still talking to Sam.
"Are you going back to sleep after or...?"
Dean shrugged, trying not to look rude towards the kid that was trying like hell to cheer him up.
"You wanna help me with my English project...um...I need to write about my hero."
"Who did you pick Sammy?" John asked when he saw Dean curious.
"Dean," Sam smiled.
"W-what?" Dean gasped dropping his jaw to the table.
"Is it okay?" Sam asked biting his nails.
Dean managed to somehow past the shock nod a little.
"Can you help me? I need to write why I think you're heroic and how I met you...it's supposed to be like a celebrity or something and how you first knew of them but...I don't really like Brad Pitt and weirdo's like him."
"O-okay...Angelina Jolie?" Dean joked and Mary and John smiled and laughed.
"No!" Sam pouted laughing also.
"Why don't we eat then you boys can work on it down here?" Mary suggested as she put the food down on the table and let everyone get what they wanted.
She smiled happily when all of them dug right in.
SPN
"Is...is it okay if I put why I think you're strong?"
"Why the hell would think...I'm strong?" Dean asked taking a breather mid sentence for his ribs sake.
"Cos...you got hurt a lot and...you're still here, and...you still wanna be happy right?" Sam asked.
"Who doesn't wanna be happy?" Dean asked smiling inside at the sweet kid.
"That's why I think you're strong, cos you probably really hurt right now but you still wanna be happy...do you really want me to not put about who hit you?" Sam asked being kind and light with his words.
Dean didn't know how to answer, he wanted to tell Sam not to write this at all, he didn't want I sheet of paper in school records that says he's an abused case, how embarrassing would that be! But he didn't want to upset Sam either.
"I can just put how you saved me if you want? Then I can make up something like you dived in front of the mysterious guy and he hurt you too but...you still saved me?" Sam asked.
"Uh...sure...thanks," he said before having a cough and holding his ribs while he did so. "You really haven't told your...parents about that chick?" Dean asked when Sam had cleared the tears that came when the older one had started painfully almost choking.
"No...you told me not to," Sam simply explained then started writing away.
"Man you're good at that," Dean told him when he saw Sam writing and writing away filling the page within minutes.
"What school did you go to?" Sam asked after giggling.
"Um...I don't remember the name."
"Where was it?"
"Don't know...moved around a lot."
"I had a friend that moved to Texas a few months ago, he went to somewhere called Springfall High...sound like you went there?"
"Um, no I don't think so."
"Did it end in 'high' or was it something really weird?"
"I don't know, there was too many to remember."
"Really? Wow how many schools have you been to?"
"I don't know, okay!"
Sam stopped, he barely even breathed, his pen wasn't moving on the page anymore and his heart was thumping in his ears.
"M'sorry, I'll go..." he whispered about to get off the bed and go to his own room but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"I'm the one who's sorry kid...um...I didn't mean to yell I just...kinda been a long day."
"Oh...um, if you wanna sleep I can-"
"No, no you're good....keep writing if you want."
Sam nodded, a little tense but he sat back down on the end of Dean's bed and carried on writing.
"Can you proof read it when I'm done? I suck at spelling," Sam smiled.
"Yeah me too...uh, go ask your mom or dad about that...I'm so bad at school things."
"....Dean...?"
"Yeah?"
"Did...did you go to school?" Sam asked, finally put it together, Dean didn't remember, he moved round a lot, and he was sure if his uncle didn't care about him being hurt...he really wouldn't care about him going to school.
"No..." was Dean's shameful answer as he leaned his chin to his chest.
"It's okay...I can help if you want...my mom can help too, she's really smart...and my dad is really smart if you need to know about cars," Sam laughed.
"It's okay...I think I'm past being able to be helped."
"No you're not," Sam said angry at Dean's attitude.
"Sam, a pile of shit's got more brains than me, trust me, I'm a lost cause."
"No you are not! Shut up! Would you quit being mean about yourself! I can't write you're my hero if you keep saying stuff like that! It's not really hero talk! I don't hear batman saying he's stupid!"
Dean was taken aback by Sam's explosion, the kid really was mad.
"Sorry..." Dean mumbled when Sam had calmed down a little.
"Shut up, let me write," Sam huffed going back to him homework.
"You know batman is so gay," Dean chuckled fake trying to lighten the rotten mood.
"He is?" Sam asked looking up from his paper.
"Why else would he need Robin?"
Sam grinned then snorted and let out a long laugh, Dean followed suit soon after.
"I'm for asking stupid questions...I know it's not cool...sorry," Sam said sincere.
"Sorry for snapping and being a downer," Dean said after.
'Okay, it's now or never...please don't yell, please don't yell...'
"Hey Dean..."
"Yeah Sam?"
"Um...you know when you're ready...cos the doctors told my mom and dad...when you're ready...um, you can talk to me you know? I know I might look like a stupid little kid, but...I can try to understand...you don't have to, they said you might not want to, but...I just want you to know if you need to talk to someone...hi?" he said waving a little to show he was talking about himself.
"Thanks..." Dean nodded...he knew the kid wanted to try to understand but he didn't need nightmares, so Dean swore to keep things to himself for the kids sake. "You're a pretty cool kid you know," Dean praised.
"Not really...I'm a loser at school."
"Now who's being mean to himself?" Dean smirked.
"Oh well..." Sam shrugged, Dean had meant that to be a joke but Sam seemed a little upset for that.
"You dad thinks you're pretty cool, and you got an awesome mom...and with all this...vampire...stuff...you've taken it really well...when I found out I was jello for weeks...you're cool Sam, don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
"You too," Sam said smiling.
Dean laughed a little, it was fake but Sam seemed to fall for it so he was covered.
"Listen...uh kid, I'm kinda tired...you mind?"
"Oh no...um...night Dean," Sam said shuffling from the bed and closing the door as he left.
Dean waved night, took his pills Mary put on his bedside table then laid back down and closed his eyes.......
"You stupid little fuck! Why the hell would you need school?!"
"I-I...I like school...please uncle Ron?"
"What did you just call me!?!"
"Um...I mean, sir, sir please...I'm sorry."
"You little shit, begging like you're worth mercy! Are you worth mercy boy?!"
"N-noo S-sir..."
"Damn straight you little fuck up!"
The fists came in fast and hard, Dean tried to scream for help but the hits just got harder...and harder...and harder.
"God you really are pathetic!" Ron yelled kicking Dean who was curled in a fettle position. "Say it! Say you are a pathetic fuck!"
"I-mm...I'mm a path-et-icc...f..I-m pathet-ic-c-..."
"You are a pathetic fuck!" Ron corrected with another harsh fist.
Dean refused to say the curse word...his mom hated that word...he refused.
"You little disobedient fuck!!" Ron yelled, stomping on his hand before he left for the nearest bar.
"I'm sorry....I'm sorry...I'm sorry....mom...I'm sorry...."
TBC...