Thanks for the reviews! Sorry I haven't been updating as quickly as before, last few were finals weeks lol.


After Sam sank into a hopefully dreamless oblivian John glanced breathlessly at his son.

"Are you okay, Dean?" He asked softly. Dean slowly nodded, unaware that his body was shaking.

"Yeah," Dean said softly. "I...I'll be fine." He stared at Sam. "Do you think..."

"What?" John frowned in response.

"Do you think he'll ever be...fine again?" Dean's voice was a whisper. John's throat closed and he shook his head.

"I don't know," he said honestly. Dean nodded as he watched Sam sleeping on the bed. He took that time to grab the wet cloth and finish cleaning Sam's wounds. He carefully and tenderly wiped each bruise and each welt. He flinched as he thought of the pain Sam must have endured during those few short days.

"They kept him locked up," he told John. "In cages...that probably made it worse."

John frowned.

"Why?"

Dean looked at him in surprise.

"Because of his claustrophobia."

John's eyes widened.

"Damn it," he growled. "How could I have forgotten about something like that? Those sonsofbitches..."He was shaking in silent rage now, and muttered to himself.

"Dad, it's okay-"

"No it's not okay!" John almost roared. "It's not okay, Dean...none of this is. A father shouldn't forget what his child fears...a father is supposed to remember these things. NONE of this is okay!" He was now shouting, and that shout and woken drug induced Sam up.

Startled by the loud voice Sam let out a frightened sound and began to yell. John flushed when he realized what had happend.

"Damn it," he muttered to himself. Dean rushed over to Sam.

"Sammy, it's okay," he said, his voice pleading for his brother to hear him. "It's okay Sammy, it's okay." But Sam was still sobbing in fear, mixed with agitation.

"Sam," John's gruff voice was lowered into a more gentle tone. "Sammy, it's me-dad." He leaned towards the bed. "Sam, it's dad..daddy."

Dean looked at him in surprise. When was the last time he or Sam called him daddy?

"I'm not angry at you, Sammy." John's voice was so soft Dean could barely hear him. "I'm not angry at you."

But his soft voice didn't do any good. Sam continued to sob and jerk away from him. Dean could see the hurt written on John's face.

"Sammy," Dean finally had to cut in. "Sam, it's me, Dean." He touched Sam's arm and Sam slowly quieted. He was still sobbing though. But not nearly as hard as he was before. "Sammy." He wrapped his arms around his brother. Sam stiffened, but he didn't try to fight the grip that held him. John watched, almost bitterly, as Dean started to rock Sam back and forth in a soothing matter. Finally Sam burried his head into Dean's shoulders and wept.

John's breathing got a little harder. He looked angry, at himself.

"Can't even touch my own son," he thought as he watched Dean sooth Sam. "That should be my job"

Anger crawled inside of him for what those bastards did to his son. He trembled as he remembered how weak and vulnerable Sammy looked when he was tossed out in front of him...how those animals started to rape him...John felt himself get dizzy.

"I have to get out again," he told Dean. "I just...need some more air..."

Dean nodded slowly.

"I'm going to call Bobby," John decided and Dean looked surprised.

"But you haven't spoken to him in years-"

"I know, but this is important. Bobby would come. He loves you boys like you two were his own. We need help Dean, we can't handle Sam by ourselves. And we can't take him a hospital filled with strangers."

"But it's been so long, maybe Sam won't recoginze Bobby."

"I have to try, Dean," sighed John. "I can't sit back and do nothing...and I'm pretty sure that Bobby has some doctors that are friends. Maybe they'd be willing to check Sam out. One stranger might not be so bad, if you were with him."

Dean just nodded.

"He seems to respond to you the most," John added softly. Dean felt embarrassed and guilty about that.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be," said John slowly. "It's good for him. I'm glad he can respond to one of us."

"It's not you, dad," Dean said quickly. "You didn't do anything wrong, it's not your fault he's scared of you."

John said nothing but slowly nodded before he went out and closed the door. Sam jumped and started to sob as the door closed shut and Dean instantly started to sooth him and rocked Sam back and forth until all the tears were gone...

I know it's short but at least it's an update!