Chapter Ten

You're My Son, Damn It!

September 2nd, 2013 - Mannowac, Wisconsin - The Barr Home - 4:30 PM

Dean and John ran for the lake as soon as they saw Lucas on the edge of the dock. Lucas was tugged into the water and Dean didn't even stop and think, he just jumped face first in the lake.

It was dark, and murky and Dean couldn't see anything. Dean went maybe 10 feet down in the water before making his way back up for air. John was right beside him, looking at him worriedly but questioningly but Dean just shook his head and looked at Sam, Mary, Andrea, and Jake were standing at the water's edge, shocked and scared that Lucas wouldn't see daylight again.

John's hand was on his shoulder. "Dean, he's probably gone-"

Dean didn't hear the rest of John's words because he had already dived back under into the dark waters. Dean went deeper and deeper into the lake, not caring he was running out of breathe.

Five feet.

Ten feet.

Twenty feet.

Thirty feet.

Above Water

"Damn it Dean!" John shouted at nothing while Mary was asking what was wrong.

"Dean's playing hero again! Just like he did with the 'Bloody Mary' incident!" He yelled so she could hear him. None of them noticed Jake walking into the lake until they heard him muttering.

"Peter. Don't do this, Peter, please." Jake said with a few little tears on his face.

"Jake, get back on land right now!" John yelled.

"He's just a little boy." Jake continued. "He doesn't have anything to do with this. Take me Peter."

"Daddy, no!" Andrea screamed.

"Jake, stop this madness!" Mary yelled.

"Take me but give my daughter back her son." Jake said. A grey hand slowly but surely became more noticeable as it drew closer and closer to the surface. The grey hand gripped Jake's hand and yanked him into the lake.

"No!" All four of them yelled.

Jake never resurfaced.

It was silent for a few moments before Mary shouted worriedly.

"John! Shouldn't be Dean be up by now?" She yelled. John recounted the minutes in his head.

It had already been almost five.

"Damn it Dean!" He wanted to go down into the lake and return his son to land where it's safer than this lake but he couldn't risk it. So they waited.

Below Water

Dean struggled to stay conscious but could you blame him. He had been searching for this kid for almost four minutes now and he was almost out of air. Dean whipped his hands through the air and tried to find something that felt like the kid when the kid literally came into his hands.

The seven year old child was barely breathing and Dean didn't waste any time seeing as he barely had any oxygen left in his body. He could've swore he saw a grey form in his eyesight for a second though but didn't question it.

Dean swam towards the surface, the light getting dimmer and dimmer with each stroke.

Twenty feet. C'mon Winchester! You can do this!

Fifteen feet. Just a little bit more than you can rest.

Ten feet. So close, don't you dare give up on me kid!

Five feet. Yes!

Dean broke the surface with Lucas in his arms and took a deep breathe and sputtered as water came out his mouth. Noises of shock and worry were heard from around the lake as he breached the top of the lake.

John took Lucas from Dean and swam towards the dock with Dean trailing him. John exited the lake and gave him to Andrea who instantly began to mother-hen him before John turned to Dean who was still getting out of the lake extremely slow. He tugged Dean up and out of the lake and pulled him into a tight hug, trying to convey the worry and panic he had felt when Dean hadn't resurfaced in enough time.

Dean coughed and sneezed but other than that, he hugged John Winchester back and sagged against him. John sighed and rubbed his hands through Dean's hair and half dragged, half carried Dean back to the Impala.

Dean sighed. Great. John's going into mother-hen mode. Lord knows, how many times I've done this with my Sammy.

John sat Dean in the back of the Impala before heading to the trunk and opening it and getting two army blankets out of the back, shutting the trunk, and heading back to the back-seat. John tossed the keys to Mary.

"Will you drive, Mare?" Mary smiled at John and kissed his cheek.

"Sure thing, Johnny." John smiled at her and took the backseat with Dean. John got comfortable on the right side of the car and tugged Dean against his chest. Dean was startled and starting coughing and choking on his own breathe and John rubbed his chest to soothe the ache.

Dean sighed and got comfortable against John's chest and, although he would never admit this, cuddled into him. John smiled down at the boy's head and covered them both in the blankets. John laid a kiss upon Dean's head and laid his head there and together, the two men slept and warmed up while Mary and Sam talked to Andrea and Lucas before they left for home.

September 3rd, 2013 - Lawrence, Kansas - Winchester Home - 8:30 AM

Dean sat in front of the toilet in the bathroom on the second story of the house and threw up for the fourth time in last hour. Dean groaned after he was done hacking his guys out and laid his feverish head against the cool porcelain of the toilet.

"Dean?" Mary's voice sounded from outside the door. Dean groaned as if he was answering her.

"Are you alright in there?" She asked and opened up the door to a sweaty, panting Dean who was also reaking with vomit stink.

"Nope. Definitely, not alright." She answered her own question before turning around exiting the room to find John.

Five minutes later and John stood in the bathroom doorway with a fresh pair of clothes and medicine/pills in his hands.

"Oh, Dean" John sighed and put his hand against Dean's forehead. Too hot. Way too hot.

John went over to the bathtub and started to run water, making sure it was cooler than normal. Once the tub was plugged and water was beginning to fill the tub, John went back over to Dean and stood him up slowly.

"That's it, sport. Just a little bit more." Once Dean was stood straight up, though he was slouching, John removed Dean's shirt that was slightly covered in vomit. Leaning Dean against his shoulder, John bent slightly down and tugged off Dean's sweatpants but left him in his boxers. The man probably wants to keep some type of his dignity intact.

John lowered Dean into the tub of cool water and heard him moan in satisfaction. Though John wanted him to be satisfied, Dean couldn't just sit there in the water. He could sick at anytime.

John set about washing him, as if he were a small child and needed help to do that. Twenty minutes later and John was helping Dean out of the tub and drying him off.

Two minutes later, John was dressing Dean in a dark blue T-shirt, loose black sweatpants that hung below his feet by an inch and fresh boxers. He changed Dean into this all within a couple of minutes.

After practically dragging Dean back into his room, he laid him on the made bed softly and brushed a piece of hair, that was too long for Dean's likings, away from Dean's face. Gotta get him a haircut here soon.

John tugged the covers out from underneath of Dean and laid them on top of him and stared fondly at Dean. He still couldn't believe that he gotten his son back after 30 years of him being gone and dead. He would do anything in his power to keep him here.

Dean grumbled. "Take a picture. It'll last longer." John chuckled and tapped Dean's hand as a fond gesture.

"Guess you shouldn't have stayed down in the bottom of the lake that lake, huh?" John muttered, his hand hovering over Dean's forehead and worry and panic that was there from yesterday came back into his voice.

"Hey, I'm fine." Dean's voice came out as raspy and hoarse but it was amazing nonetheless.

"You don't understand what I was feeling. It was like losing my son all over again and it was torture. I didn't know if you were going to resurface or if you were even still breathing when you did resurface. It scared the shit out of me, Dean. You mean more to mean than you know." John said, his voice warmed with the sound of love and protection making it's way through it. John sat beside Dean and ran a hand through Dean's hair.

"Maybe the father you knew in your world didn't show his love a lot." Dean snorted.

"But, Dean, I will fight every angel, demon, supernatural creature that dares to try and take you away from us, from me. You're my son. I fight for family. I fight for you. If my family leaves, I leave with them. You're not escaping from us, son. You'll have to kill me before you leave me." John said, tears gathering in his eyes because goddamn it he still has the memory of his three year old son burning and screaming in his mind and he almost watched this version of Dean, the 34 year old version, die due to being a hero and drowning before he even got the chance to fully meet this Dean.

Dean looked up him, his eyes being watery a little. Something got in his eye, damn it. He does not cry.

"I don't understand why you consider me family." Dean coughed for a few seconds and got more tears in his eyes when he couldn't catch his breathe. Dean leaned back after he was done hacking a lung up. "You don't even know me." He concluded.

"Well, Dean, tell me about yourself." John said, leaning against the headboard and getting comfy next to Dean.

Hours went by, and they didn't even notice. They spent hours on a conversation about AC/DC and Led Zeppelin and Metallica. By the time it was five in the evening, Mary had come to check on them considering they both haven't been downstairs all day long.

Mary knocked lightly on the door before entering the room to see a beautiful sight.

John and Dean had both fallen asleep. John was sitting against the headboard with his head falling on top of Dean's head. Dean's head was on top of John's chest, where he was leaning against. Dean's arm was wrapped lightly around John mid-section. John had an arm around Dean's back and it was wrapped around him tightly, as if John was going to protect him from any and every thing.

Mary smiled softly and went to her boys, kissing both of them on their foreheads and shutting the lights off on her way out.

Guess it was time for her to spend some time with Sam while she could.

So like, I've fucked my sleeping schedule is messed up. And school starts in four days and I'm screwed. XD

So. My eyes hurt but I dont wanna miss an update, because I'm trying to update everyday. But that's gonna be difficult but Imma try for you guys!

I hoped you liked it and stick around for the next chapter!

See you guys!

~PrettyLittleRose