--What's gonna happen now that daddy's here? Let's watch.--
7
...Sam opened it.
"Dad." He breathed.
Sam couldn't believe it. The last person on the planet he expected to see was on his doorstep.
"Hey Sammy." John said. Sam moved and let him walk inside. He heard Lauren stand up.
"It's about damn time. Do you have any-" She stopped when she saw John. "You!" She yelled. Sam was confused. "You sonuvabitch!" Her face was red, fists clenched.
"You, uh, know each other?" Sam asked. Looking from John to Lauren, then back again.
"You could say that." Lauren said bitterly. Sam looked at John.
"Yeah son, I know her." He said. Lauren stepped closer.
"Yeah, you know me. Last time I saw you you put a bullet through my sister's chest!" She yelled. Sam's eyes widened.
"She was workin' with a damn demon I didn't know she was human 'til after I shot her." Lauren looked at Sam.
"He's your father? This is the great John Winchester? The un-catchable, the un-killable John Winchester?" Sam nodded.
"And even if I hadn't killed her you would've done it sooner or later.She was evil and you knew it.If I recall correctly you had to send her back to Hell tonight." John defended.
"What?" Sam asked. Lauren looked down.
"The demon that hurt Dean...she was my sister." Sam shook his head, unsure he had heard her correctly.
"Were you ever gonna tell me or Dean about this?" He asked. Lauren nodded.
"After Dean got better. I'd let Lindsay go before, this time I couldn't ignore it. She's evil and merciless. If you would have gone in there instead of me she would have killed you in front of Dean for spite. Lindsay knew if I showed up I'd kill her. Sisters or not." She finished quietly. Sam turned to his dad.
"Where the hell have you been?"
"I knew about her. I knew she was Dean's girlfriend. I knew our history together. I wanted to avoid this until Dean was safe." John said.
"I can't believe you!" Sam yelled. "Your son was missing. Being tortured and killed slowly by almost fourty demons and you were that selfish?" From the other room, Dean moaned. Lauren darted out of the room. Sam and John follwed.
Lauren rubbed Dean's forehead gently. His temperature was down to 100 degrees.
"Oh my god." John said. That can't be my son. It's not my son. What the hell did those things do to him?
Lauren removed the ice packs around Dean and covered him up with every blanket she could get her hands on. She sat down in the chair she had placed next to the bed. She slippedher hand in his. He still trembled lightly. Hestarted moaning quietly, andwrithing slightly. She caressed his cheek.
"It's alright baby," She muttered. "It's okay." Suddenly Dean's eyes opened. He sat up quickly into Lauren's arms. She grasped him tightly. "Shhshhhshh," She soothed. "Calm down Dean, it's okay." She ran her fingers through his hair. "It was just a bad dream baby." Dean buried his face in her shoulder.
"I," He rasped. "I thought she..." He winced, his body aching.
"I know Dean it's okay." She laid him down tenderly. She grabbed the almost empty water bottle and tipped the rest down Dean's throat. He looked past Lauren.
"Hey Sammy." He said. Sam looked scared, and Dean knew nothing he did would help. He hated that. Sam walked toward him.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked, even though he knew Dean wouldn't tell him the truth.
"Yeah." Dean assured. Sam shook his head.
"You liar." He said. Dean tried to smile.
"Dad." Dean whispered, eyes widened.John half-smiled.
"Hey Dean." He said. But Dean didn't look happy to see him, he looked hurt.
"Where were you?" He said softly. John fumbled for words for a few moments, Lauren interviened.
"Baby it doesn't matter where he was. He's here now," John sighed. Lauren looked at him sternly. She turned back to Dean. "Just rest sweet-heart." Dean nodded and shut his eyes. Lauren looked at John again. "You're welcome."
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