A/N: So, okay! Now is when you tell me how much you love me! I didn't mean to update so soon, but withthose reviews I was sp graciously awarded with, I couldn't help myself. I hate to say it, but we're coming closer to the ending here! I was getting upset, cause then what would I do! But, as some of you might know, I started a new story called BEAUTIFUL INNOCENCE and it's also about wehen they were little, a little older than here, but still not in there twenties like in the show. And, I don't know, you could check that out too:)

Anyways, let me know what you think about this chappie! Enjoy! ;)

The Beast

By: choclate rules

Chapter 10

After a few seconds, John pulled back from the embrace to view his two small boys. Dean beside his looked haggard and tired and worn out. There were a few scratches on his face and his leg was in a cast. He knew there were other injuries as well as he knew that the unshed T-shirt would not willingly reveal them. Sammy also looked like he'd been through the mill. There were stitches on his forehead and his arm was in a cast. Both boys seemed to be freezing since neither had a coat. But instead of crumpling over wit pain, his boys were strong and had held themselves together and had waited for him. They hadn't spoken a word and they had managed to reunite themselves. He had taught them well.

Sammy had stopped the silent tears and was playing with John's shirt as John ran his hands throughout his and Dean's body performing the quick inspection. Dean had winced when he'd touched his right side. His leg was an obvious obstacle and seeing as Dean still remained only in boxers and T-shirt. Sammy was in his T-shirt and jeans that John noted had ripped, but at least he had some pants on. John took another head to toe glance at the boys before giving them the 'Don't say anything' look.

"You boys okay?" he asked looking at Dean. Dean, in response looked at Sammy who gave a curt nod. He turned back to hi father and nodded for the both of them, adding a weak, tired smile. John nodded with the Winchester grin accompanying it. Then, placing a reassuring hand on Dean's shoulder and his other hand stopping Sammy's consistent tugging from where he sat on John's lap, John turned his focus on the two remaining obstacle still present in the room.

"Thank you for what you've done for my sons," John said to the doctor, restraining himself from making it sound anything but sincere. "I hope they weren't too much trouble." Though I know they were, he thought.

"We're all here to help, Mr. Winchester. The boys were out of there element most likely," Dr. Pickman said, he too trying to sound pleasant. "No real harm done." John nodded his thanks once more. The officer cleared his throat to draw attention back to himself and the case at hand. Dean had already been watching him suspiciously. This hadn't been the cop that had picked him up and placed him in the backseat of the cop car. This was his partner.

"Mr. Winchester," repeated the officer when John had met his eyes. "If it's be no further trouble, the faster we question the boys, the sooner they'll be able to return home."

"Right," nodded John. "I'm sure they'll help you out the best they can. But, it was dark, I don't know how much they could've seen." The officer nodded his understand, but the important part was that John had given them their story - it was too dark to see.

"What do you remember?" the officer asked. He addressed both boys, but it was Dean who answered.

"We went out, Sammy wanted to play. We played basketball, by the school. We stayed out kind of late though. It got dark, real fast. And then…I took Sammy to eat something. We stayed there for like an hour. I don't really pay attention to the time, sorry." Dean said. He looked down and did a great bit on looking upset.

"That's fine, son. I just want you to remember, what attacked you? What caused them to attack?"

"I'm sorry, sir." Dean said looking up with a very convincing sad child look. "I didn't see it."

"Then, what caused all these?" he asked motioning to their casts. Dean looked down at them too.

"Well, we ran for it and feel down the hill."

"But why were you running in the first place? What was after you?"

"I don't know. I just know that something was after us and we ran."

"But, why into the forest?"

"Well…" Dean started, thinking it over for a moment before he smiled internally. "we had to chase after the basketball. We were going home and Sam was bouncing the ball. I think that a dog barked or something. It startled Sam. He dropped the ball and it bounced into the woods. We went after it."

"And then?"

"Then something came after us! Aren't you following the story!" Dean retorted a little annoyed.

"Dean." John said, a silent warning. His look told him to keep his calm and to not screw anything up. "Don't give the man attitude. Just answer the questions. Then we can all go home, alright kid." Dean nodded and returned to the 'I'm an innocent boy' talk.

"Well, I tripped. After we ran into the forest and whoever that was chased after us. I had quite a fall. Sammy noticed, when I screamed. And he came to looking for me. And, well I guess we're kind of clumsy or something. He tripped too. I ran to him, best I could and we got the hell out of there." Dean said, he felt his father's unapproving gaze at the word 'hell' but he didn't care.

"But, what of the gunshots? The call said that there were gunshots fired." Dean shrugged.

"While we were running, they shot at us. I don't know why. It's not like we had anything worth shooting at us for. But we kept running. Until," he said looking up at the cop. He tried to give a friendly, thankful look. "you guys came for us." and then, to continuing his 'I'm such a great little kid' act. "Thanks." The officer nodded.

"It's no problem." he put his notebook away, where he had been writing down most of Dean's responses. Then he nodded to the doctor and John as he headed towards the door. "Thank you for your cooperation. You did a great job. I really hope you and your brother are okay." Dean smiled once more and nodded as the officer and left the room.

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