Here's the last part. I would like to thank my friend Sheila for all of her help.

And thanks for those who reviewed. There will probably be a sequel to this.

Missy Chapter 8

John couldn't believe what he was hearing. His son couldn't be dead. He just couldn't. "No, no you're lying to me. It's not true." His heart was breaking. The doctor felt terrible about what this poor family was going through.

"I'm so sorry," he repeated. "There was nothing we could do. We did everything to try to bring him back." He hung his head and headed back to the ER leaving John to stare after him. Some were still in there working with the kid so he went back in one more time.

John first looked at Sam. Poor Sam, he thought. He was numb and just stood there helpless. Then John looked over at Bobby and he was the same way. He was very quiet. He wanted to say something but didn't say one word. John knew Sam would not let him hug him right now and John didn't know what else to do, so he left and walked out the hospital doors. As he left, he muttered to himself how this was all his fault. Dean never would have ran away if he had not said all those terrible things to him. It was John's fault and he'd never forgive himself. "My son is dead because of me."

He walked across the parking lot and noticed a little park across the street. He sat down in front of a tree. He lowered his head in his hands and cried. "I'm so sorry Dean," he said.

A little boy came up to him. "Hey mister, are you alright?" John looked up at the young man. He reminded John of Dean when he was that age. He looked just like him. "No, no. I'm not ok but thanks for asking." The boy looked sad. His mother found him talking to John.

"Honey leave that man alone ok?"

"He wasn't bothering me. He was just helping me out."

"Ok," the woman replied but took her son's hand. "Hope you have a nice day."

John was thinking he wished he could just turn back time and this would never have happened.

Back at the hospital, the nurse was almost in tears. The doctor kept wanting to give up but she refused. "He's just a kid doctor. We need to keep trying." They were both really sad. He was so young. She finally talked the doctor into trying CPR one more time. The others had never stopped and the doctor agreed and went to work.

Bobby paced back and forth in the waiting room. He tried saying something to Sam, but Sam wouldn't even talk to him.

"Please Sam. Come on." Sam was looking towards the floor but then he looked up and stared sadly at Bobby.

"You promised Bobby. You lied to us. You said that Dean was going to be alright." Bobby opened his mouth to start saying something but the doctor came running out of the doors and straight over to them.

"It's a miracle," he said ecstatic. Bobby and Sam looked at each other not really understanding. The doctor shook his head. "When I came out here to talk to you, the others stayed in and worked with Dean. We tried one more time and we resuscitated Dean. He's still unconscious, but it looks like he'll pull through." The doctor grinned. He couldn't believe it. He didn't know how it happened but that Dean kid was one hell of a fighter. Bobby and Sam were so happy they hugged each other.

"You can go in and see him."

"Thanks," said Bobby and shook his hand. They were so relieved that Dean was alive.

"Come on." He took Sam's hand and they went in to where Dean was. They saw him. He even looked a lot better than when they saw him last, even if he was still unconscious.

Sam let Bobby go and walked up to his brother. "Dean. Dean wake up." When Dean heard Sam's voice, his eyes fluttered at little and he started to wake up slowly. When he woke up, he became very afraid and started to scream. "Dad! Dad please help me!" Bobby was standing right next to Sam.

"Dean it's ok. Its ok.You were having a nightmare. You're going to be all right." The nurse was on Dean's other side checking him over. She looked at Bobby and Sam. "He's not calming down. He has to calm down."

Dean was still screaming. "He's dead! Bender told me he was dead!"

"Dean your dad is alive. Bender lied to you." Dean was trying to calm down some but he needed his dad.

"Dad's alive? Where is he?"

"My God. John still thinks that Dean is dead." Bobby thought to himself. "Sam you stay here with Dean. I'll go look for your dad." Bobby saw how worried he looked.

"Don't worry Dean. I'll go find your dad and bring him back." Dean nodded and Bobby hurriedly left. Sam tried to comfort his big brother. "Bobby will be back with dad soon Dean. Please calm down."

Dean tried. He really did but he just couldn't. Not until he saw his dad. He had to know his father was ok.

Bobby looked around in the parking lot, and then he went over to the park thinking that maybe John might have went there. He looked all around. He saw John sitting by the tree. "John, John." He yelled his name several times.

Lost in thought, John finally got up when he heard Bobby yelling for him. "Bobby what's wrong!" The first thought he had was that something had happened to Sam.

"John it's a miracle. Dean is alive! They brought him back!" They resuscitated him!"

"What?" asked John not believing it. He was overwhelmed. "Dean is alive?" Then he hugged Bobby and started to laugh. Bobby did to. "He sure is. Dean's alive but he needs you right now. He's not calming down at all. He thought you were dead. I guess Bender told him you were."

John's eyes went cold. "If I ever get my hands on Bender," he said but Bobby cut him off. "Don't worry about that right now. We need to get back to the hospital John. Dean needs his father." Bobby didn't know that the owner of the bar followed him outside into the park. "Hey," he said. "If you two don't tell me what happened to my bar I'm calling the cops right now." Threateningly he held up his cell phone.

"You go John. I'll tell this idiot what happened." John nodded and ran off to the hospital very anxious to be with Dean. Bobby had explained everything to Mr. Henley and didn't call the cops on them. Mr. Henley told Bobby a few things and he was really stunned.

John arrived at the hospital and made his way to the ER. He stopped in the doorway when he saw Dean. Sam saw John. "DAD!" he yelled and ran over. John hugged his son but kept his eyes on Dean. He was sunburned, dehydrated and totally exhausted. His lips were parched and cracked. He had an IV running in his veins delivering fluid that would rehydrate him. All in all, he looked like crap, but he was alive and that's all that mattered.

Dean still had not calmed down. He was thrashing on the bed. The doctor and nurse were trying to help him but they weren't doing any good.

John rushed over to Dean's side. "Dean son, it's me. It's dad. You're ok. You're going to be ok." He placed his hand on Dean's forehead and it was hot enough to burn him but he leaned down so that he could see his dad's face. "You've got to calm down Dean. I'm here. You're ok. Now calm down." Finally John's voice got through to his son's fevered brain and he stopped thrashing and calmed down a little. John and Sam were very worried.

Slowly, Dean opened his eyes. He was still out of it but then he saw his dad.

He looked beside John and grinned when he saw Sam right beside his dad. Dean was very weak and his voice came out in a whisper but he was so happy to see his dad and little brother.

"Dad, is that really you?"

"Yes, son it's me. You know you scared the living daylights out of us? I thought you were dead."

Dean looked at John sadly. "I thought you were dead too dad. Bender told me you were dead."

"Well I'm not. He lied. I'm right here. He thought his son's killed me on the hunt, but they didn't. Your friend Missy killed one of her own brother's in order to save your life."

"Missy did that? "Dean could hardly believe it and John was happy that his voice was beginning to sound stronger. "I'm sorry dad."

"Hush now. It's ok. I'm sorry to. I said some awful things to you but I was drunk. I didn't mean any of them." Dean nodded and started thinking about Missy.

"Missy saved me?"

"She sure did son."

"Where is she?"

John looked down at his son lying on the bed and thought how small he looked. "I'm sorry Dean, but she died. It happened when you were unconscious." Dean looked sad. He would have cried but he didn't have any tears.

"Hey dad," said Dean. "Did Missy really want to be my friend?"

"Yes she did son. She really helped you out in the end." John and Dean both smiled at each other.

Sam walked up to Dean's head. "Dean you really scared me half to death." He tried to hug his big brother, but the nurse stopped him.

"Don't touch him yet. He was over exposed to the sun. He's extremely sunburned and it would hurt him."

"It's alright," Dean told the nurse. "I need a hug from my little brother." With that Sam smiled and gave Dean a little hug. He winced in pain a little but hugged Sam back. The doctor started to check Dean over. John looked up. "Thank you. Thank you for saving my son's life. I'm very grateful. You don't know how much."

"You're welcome," the nurse said with tears in her eyes. Just then Bobby came in.

"Bobby!" Dean yelled, his voice sounding even stronger.

"Hey kid." Bobby was thrilled to see that Dean was going to be ok.

"How are you doing there," he said. Dean smiled.

"I'm a little tired and thirsty." The nurse gave Dean a drink of water and he began gulping it to get it all in.

"Hold on now," she said. "Don't drink it so fast or it will make you sick." Dean nodded and took another small sip then the nurse put the cup back on the table.

Dean was really tired and dosed off. John was concerned. The doctor glanced up at John and put him at ease. "You're son will be fine but he needs his rest." John nodded and they left Dean alone to sleep. They stepped outside. John breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bobby I have never been so scared before in my whole life."

"Same here John. I talked to that idiot Henley. You know when you were drunk, right?" John nodded. "Did he say anything to you?"

"He sure did John. Henley told me why his bar was closed. He bought liquor from those hillbillies. They were making moonshine and to top it all off they spiked the whisky with a drug that had weird side effects. It gave people a bad reaction to it. It gave them psychotic episodes. You're very lucky John. Someone hung his own son."

John gasped. "God that is so horrible. That's why I was drunk after having only a couple of drinks. I wouldn't have really yelled at Dean like that otherwise." He felt relieved that none of this was his fault.

"Bobby, as soon as Dean get's out of here, I want to do some hunting around. Bender is still out there and I will make him pay for hurting us like this." Bobby looked over at John. "The cops are already out there looking for him. We should let them do their jobs. We should just stay low for awhile and just blow this town."

"You might be right. I still want Bender to pay though."

"Oh he will John. We'll make sure. Don't forget to have the doctor look at your arm." John nodded.

"I won't forget."

Bobby, Sam and John went back to see Dean who was still sleeping. They wanted to make sure that he was alright. John held Dean's hand and said, "If Bender ever hurts you again, I will kill him." Dean was asleep but John thought he heard him because he smiled a little in his sleep. His sons were ok, thought John and that was what really mattered.

The End