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Sam, Dean, and John belong to the almighty Kripke, but anyone else that has not previously appeared on Supernatural are the creation of my imagination.
This story is not beta'd, so any grammar errors are alas my own!
This is my first fanfic, so any reviews would be much appreciated! And MANY thanks to all of those who have already taken the time to review, it means a lot!
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And … because everyone asked for it … Grins!
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"Dean I …"
He never finished his sentence as a crash came, rattling the forest as something large came barreling from the trees.
The reaction from both Winchester brothers was instantaneous; Dean grabbed his gun and tried to position himself between Sam and whatever it was that was paying them a visit. And Sam, despite it hurting like a sonofabitch, rolled to his side, his gun poised at the trees, his finger on the trigger.
No matter what, he was Dean's back up; after all, Dean had always been his, no matter how badly he was hurt. Sam could barely keep his eyes open, so he squinted at the trees, his head swimming from the blows Robert had given him.
Somewhere in the back of his fogged head, he heard Katie gasp, though, for some reason, she didn't run. Sam was almost certain that, when all this was over, Katie wasn't going to have a thing to do with him … and he didn't blame her.
Dean, not even realizing his brother had his gun trained at the trees as well, waited in anticipation of killing the creature that had attacked Sam. His finger tightened its grip on the trigger, his eyes glued to the forest just as John Winchester barreled through.
Katie screamed as a shot rang out, though clipped the tree just above his head. Dean, last minute, when he realized that it wasn't something with claws and teeth … it was his father.
Sam breathed a sigh of relief and fell to his side with a groan, his hands falling limply, though one still held onto the gun. John looked to Dean, his chest heaving for air to sate his lungs.
"Where is he?"
Later he might mention the fact that Dean almost shot him, but for now his only concern was his son … his baby boy. It didn't matter that the 'baby' was now fifteen … Sam would always be a baby boy to him.
Dean looked at his father as he moved back to Sam, the answer not coming in words, but his actions spoke volumes. In a split second, John was beside Dean, his eyes trying to assess the injuries without touching Sam, who was obviously in pain.
"Was he bitten?"
It seems they both were on the same train of thought … the one that would end with a silver bullet to Sam's heart. A shudder raced up John's spine at the very idea. His need to feel his baby suddenly outweighing the thought that it might hurt Sam more.
Slowly, John's shaking hand reached out to lightly brush Sam's face. The fact that John was so tender, so caring, had Dean staring at him … part of him finding it amazing, and the other part, the part that was in full big brother mode wanted to stop him … stop him from further hurting his Sammy.
"No dad, he wasn't bitten."
Dean's voice was low, as if the very sound might break this moment into a thousand pieces … and somehow Sam would pay the price.
The touch John placed on his son's cheek had Sam opening his eyes, though that did little good for what he saw was a big blur. Trying to pull away, he let out a gasp and blinked twice before focus swam in and he saw his father looking at him with concerned eyes.
"Da – dad … ?"
"Yeah Sammy. Don't worry, Dean and I are going to fix this, we're getting you out of here."
"You always do…"
His lips lifted just a touch, a mere shadow of his former smile, but it was enough for John to breathe once again. The image of Sam lying bleeding, alone, had nearly driven him mad with worry.
He shook that thought away, lifted his head … and for the first time noticed Katie. She was holding his son's hand, the one not still holding the gun, her fingers stroking the back in a loving gesture, making John's eyes narrow.
"Who're you?"
It wasn't anything the poor girl did; it was the fact that John was wary of anyone near his son at the moment. Katie's eyes got wide as she stared at the formidable man that was Sam's father and stammered.
"K-Katie … Katie Thompson. I went camping … with Sam."
John and Dean simultaneously glanced to Sam, who, had he not been in so much pain might have been afraid of the consequences of his actions. Sam, however, had his eyes squinched shut to try and drown out the pain that tore through his side and across his chest. It made the bruises inflicted by Robert seem miniscule in comparison.
Clearing his throat to try and push the anger aside; Sam had purposely disobeyed him, and as a result gotten himself hurt. But, for the moment, his greatest concern was Sam himself.
"Sam, do you think you can walk?"
When his eyes opened both elder Winchester men saw the pain welling in hazel depths, pain that Sam was apparently trying desperately to hide from the two men who meant the most in his life. Opening his mouth to speak, he never got to answer as a growl came from the forest followed by a scream.
Katie gasped and gripped Sam's hand tighter than necessary, but all three Winchesters jerked their heads in the direction of the sound. Dean and John both grabbed for their weapons while Sam tried pushing himself to his feet … there was a hunt, and despite his injuries, he was going to help finish it.
"What do you think you're doing?"
It was Dean, in full big brother mode that stepped in to stop Sam in his attempts. Pushing him back to the ground, he shook his head.
"You've done enough for one night, Sammy. Take a breather, okay?"
"It's Sam…."
Dean gave his cocky grin that only he could pull off with a flair that was all Dean Winchester.
"You'll always be Sammy to me."
John glanced to his two sons, something filtering into his gaze before it was gone in a split second.
"Dean, stay here."
"What?"
"Someone needs to stay with Sam, just in case."
Dean frowned at that, never had he missed a hunt since Sam was about eleven and could stay by himself overnight. Sam looked between his father and his brother, torn. Part of him was angry that his father didn't think he could take care of himself. And another part of him no longer wanted to be left there alone. If Dean was around, nothing bad was going to happen to him … that's just the way things were.
John, seeing Dean's look, gave his own. That look that meant there would be no arguments … that John Winchester had spoken, and his word was law.
"That's an order."
"Yes, Sir."
Without looking back, John, raised his gun. Hunter mode was back, but this time John was hunting for more than some creature that was supposed to exist in myth only. This time John was hunting for the thing that hurt his son.
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