A/N: Well great and wonderful readers and faithful reviewers, I bring you chapter 7!

This is going to update a little slowly now, cause I'm getting sick again :(. The sad story of my life! I'm like always sick! I mean it:(

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Dead of the Night

By: chocolate rules

Disclaimer: I own them, and they say hi...lol...thanks to the WB!


7


Sam awoke warm in a bed that he knew was not his own. He glanced around, it was night time now. It would've been very dark, but the bathroom light was on. He looked over at Dean who was sleeping in the bed beside him. Dean had left the light on for him. He smiled and glanced over to the bathroom again. Might not be a bad idea to go and use it.

He got up from the bed and was glad for the carpeting. He didn't remember getting into the motel room but there was no doubt Dean had just carried him in. He really is the best brother in the world. He made his way to the bathroom as quietly as he could, not wanting to wake his light sleeper of a brother. He actually made it to the bathroom without any real interruption. He was glad, Dean really needed the rest.

Once he was done, he headed back into bed but as slowly as he had walked and moved, Dean still seemed able to pick up on his movement.

"You 'kay Sammy?" Dean said, eyes still closed. Sam stopped right where he was. Quickly he thought about the best way to answer. If he didn't, either Dean would worry or he'd think he was asleep. Either way, he'd get up and check up on him. If he did answer, Dean would notice that he wasn't in bed anymore. Oh well…

"Yeah, I'm okay." He called from in front of the bathroom door. Dean sat up and opened his eyes to look at Sam.

"What are you doing out of bed?"

"Can't a guy go to the bathroom?" Sam responded quietly. He continued to walk slowly to his bed. He was actually finding that moving slowly was because his body was exhausted from the illness and all the current events.

"You okay?" Dean asked again, as he visually searched Sam for anything out of the ordinary.

"Yeah." the twelve year old said, reaching the bed. He sat down and looked back at Dean, offering him a smile.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Good." Dean nodded. Then, he looked around and decided that he was tired enough to start this conversation and better now than never, right?

"What are you thinking about, Dean?" asked the intuitive youngster.

"I'm wondering if we're safe." Dean said with a soft sigh. He looked back at Sam and it was his turn to offer a smile.

"I think so."

"You do?"

"Uh huh. We're finally free. Dad can't hurt us, now." Sam said. This new found discovery joyously evident in his voice.

"I sure hope so, kiddo." Dean said, relaxing back into the mattress.

"Hey Dean? Where do you think Dad is now?"

"In the hospital, I guess. Why?"

"What if he's not?"

"Where would he be then, Sam? I shot him. Knocked him out. He wasn't dead, I know that. I called the ambulance and they were going to pick him up."

"What if he got away?"

"Naw."

"How are you so sure?"

"Cause."

"Cause, why." Silence. "Cause, why Dean."

"Cause I'm a good shot, Sammy. That's 'cause why'."

"But, what if he did?"

"And what? Was looking for us?" Sam nodded but the elder didn't need to see it to know. "Sam, if he had cared about us that much, we wouldn't be here in the first place. I think we're safe, Sammy." Dean said, closing his eyes.

"For now." And they were opened again.

"What do you mean, 'For now?' "

"Well, I think he's going to think that he's not finished with us yet. He usually passes out or something…."

"Sam, I'm here to protect you. I'm not going to let him hurt you again."

"Us."

"What?"

"Hurt us again. I know he hurt you, too."

"Okay, he's not hurting US again. Not on my watch."

"Are you sure?" Dean looked over at him.

"What's wrong, Sammy?" he asked sitting up, hand ready to toss the covers aside. Then he heard them, the sobs. He could practically already see the tears.

Dean gently slipped beside Sam, setting down on the second bed. As soon as his shoulder touched Sam's, the young boy twisted and hurled himself into Dean's chest. Instantly, Dean wrapped his arms around the boy.

"I don't want him to hurt us anymore, Dean. I don't want him too. I never did. Why does he always have to hurt us? Why won't he leave us alone? Why can't we ever do anything right by him?" Sam ranted into Dean's chest through the tears and choking sobs.

"I don't kiddo. I wish I know. I really do."

"He's so…mean, Dean. I hate him. I hate him so much!" Dean held him tighter and Sammy cried harder.

"I know, Sammy. Me too." he whispered. He buried his own face in Sam's hair. The tears were beginning to fill his eyes and the seventeen year old did not want to appear like a big baby. He needed to be strong, fro the both of them.

"I wish you had killed him," Sam whispered back, barely audible. Without even noticing it, Dean nodded an agreement. What kind of world is it when your greatest wish is that you had killed your father?


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