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I found out, that in this chapter, I am probably making Dean a little weaker than the Dean we know, but remember, "my" Dean is no soldier, and has never fought anything, so he is a bit different.

I found out I missed some things in the last chapter, so I've done everything I could to put them in here. Furthermore: in this chapter there will be a lot of medical terms, and I have tried to look them up, so I could write them as correct and realistic as possible, but some of the things are made, and changed, so they fit into the story, and therefore won't be as correct. So please don't flame because of that, or think I'm telling the totally correct things, because I'm probably not.

Warning: Same as the other chapters…

Disclaimer: Still don't own them, and I still wish I did.

Daddy Won't Hurt You!

Chapter 10: The Bad and Good News.

"Have a seat," Doctor Fay offered when they were in her office.

"How is he?" Dean was getting impatient, and needed answers. What is wrong with Sam? He has to be okay, this can't be that bad, right? Dean did know the answers, he had just seen John beat more than the shit out of Sam, of course this was bad.

The thoughts made Dean shake, he was supposed to protect Sam, and now he had let him down. He felt the tears coming, but he didn't let them fall, and the hand Bobby slowly planted on his shoulder actually helped.

"Well, I'll like to start from the beginning, but you have to know, it's not gonna be good news, I want you to be warned." Dean just nodded, all he wanted was to get it over with, and then go and see Sam.

"As you know, Sam had several gashes, burns and wounds, which we of course patched up, but it wasn't just on the outside, Sam had several internal bleedings too, and those are the once I'm most worried about, mostly because he had one big bleeding in the stomach area, you have to know the bleedings can compress organs and cause their dysfunction."

Dean sighted, the way Doctor Fay talked, it seemed like there was a long way to the end, and it was already this bad, he was actually glad Bobby was there, even though he didn't know him, Bobby seemed like one of the good guys, and the hand on Dean's shoulder was still there, giving him as much support and comfort as possible.

"Sam was in hypovolemic shock, which did: we were able to determine the internal bleeding, and we did succeed on stopping it, but depending on the loss of blood, it can cause brain damage, in Sam's case, he did loose a lot of blood, but I can tell you he's a real fighter, so I'll be unable to tell you right now if there's been any permanent injury, actually I won't be able to tell anything before Sam wakes up, if…" Fay's voice drifted off.

"If…?" Dean asked curious, even though he knew what she was about to say.

"If he wakes up, you have to know Sam's body has been pushed to the extremes, it's amazing he's still alive Dean, your brother is a fighter, we actually lost him once under surgery, but as you know, we got him back. And it's not only the internal bleeding we have to worry about; furthermore Sam had four broken fingers, three on his left hand and on his right.

"He has also broken his left ankle and five ribs. Now, one of the ribs caused Pneumothorax, it means Sam's right lung collapsed. We managed to stabilize him by giving him a chest tube. It's a tube placed within the chest cavity, through a small incision near the armpit. This would normally stay for a few days, but as he's not awake, it might have to stay until he wakes up.

"At last we suspect a bad brain concussion, but we won't be able to do anything about it, all we can do is checking on him every two hours to check up in his state and keep and eye on any signs of concussion."

Dean gulped, it had been worse than he had thought, and he had been thinking bad thoughts. His Sammy was probably not gonna wake up again, he's very own father had almost, if not, killed his baby brother… This time Dean did let the tears fall, he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Dean and Bobby…" Fay seemed to wonder why she actually called him Bobby, but she didn't just continued.

"As I alluded earlier, Sam is in coma, and because of the collapsed lung, he can't breathe on his own, so the tube is helping, together with an oxygen mask. The next 24 hours can be critic, but I'd say, if he makes it through those 24 hours, he'll most likely make it through the rest." She paused again, and Dean didn't like the awkward silence.

"But I have to tell you, and I'm truly sorry, but there is still a chance that he might get brain damage, or not make it through at all, and you have to be prepared for the worst…" She didn't get to say more before Dean cut her off.

"No! Sam'll make it, he always do, he's strong, he's even stronger than me, he's gonna be okay!" He wasn't really angry, but she couldn't tell Sam might not make it, he had to, he always made it, who was going to be his pain in the ass little brother, if he died now? It just couldn't happen.

"Your brother is strong, I'm just telling you there is still an opportunity that it might not end as we all wish for, but Sam is strong, you can be proud of your nephew and brother," Doctor Fay was now talking to both of them, and honestly, he wanted Bobby to do the talk now, all he wanted was to see Sam.

"Now, I don't know how this happened, but I haven't gotten any information about what happened to Sam. It would be wonderful if you could please tell me, and maybe enlighten me, because we didn't just find new, but also older injuries on him, and it says nothing about that in his journal."

Dean was surprised when to cops walked in, they wanted the exact same information, and Dean was pleased when he heard Bobby started to talk, he didn't want to answer those questions, the doctor would probably just look at them in disgust when she knew, and it would be a thousand times better if Bobby could handle all that, maybe, just maybe, Bobby actually wanted to be a kind of uncle for him, for them.

"… So I decided to go back and visit them, when I arrived the door was open, and on the floor was lying a man, I figured out something was totally wrong when I saw he had been shot, I checked his pulse, but didn't find any. I saw a gun lying on the floor, so I grabbed it and went into the living room, here I found John, bowed over Sam and holding a knife to his throat, I… I could see Sam had been more or less tortured, his body was, well you know how it looked.

"I could see Dean was 'cuffed to a pillar, and knew John had lost his mind. He was lucky I got him away from Sam, but he attacked me, and I, mhm, well… He was going to kill me if I hadn't shot; I didn't bother to check on him, I drove of with these… My nephews and here we are."

Dean was surprised, Bobby had covered them, made a story to protect all of them, Dean could have hugged him if it wasn't because it would have been extremely out of his way, and awkward.

The doctor looked like she was half in shock, and the cops was silence for a minute before the tallest of the two men broke it.

"Can I ask you why you didn't contact the police before? I mean, you're saying there're laying two dead men in the apartment." Dean was afraid they might have seen through the lies, but Bobby was fast.

"Excuse me, but I've just figured out my two nephews, my only family, have been abused their whole life, and right now one of them is practically dying, now when do you think I had the time to call your stupid asses so you could go check on that abusive, drunkard who did this, huh?!"

"I'm sorry sir… Now we've got all the information we need for now, but we'll come back if anything happens or we have further questions, so please stay in town 'til we say you can leave, okay?" This time it was the shorter man asking.

"Yeah, we've got it, and I don't think we'll be leaving soon anyway." Dean could see the sympatric look Bobby was giving him, and shrank slightly in the seat by the thoughts of Sam.

When the police had left, Doctor Fay took him and Bobby to Sam's room, she stopped them outside the door to make sure they knew how Sam would look, Dean didn't listen, and it sounded like Bobby didn't care, and as soon as she was done Dean almost ran into the room, he had been separated for his brother for too long.

Dean stopped in shock, he knew what was waiting, but it was still something else when you actually saw it yourself, the doctor had left them, so she wasn't there to tell what it all was, but Sam was lying still in the bed, not quite pale, all the bruises made his skin blue and purple, but Dean could still glimpse the paleness on Sam's skin.

"Sammy," Dean whispered under his breathe as he went over to Sam, grabbed his hand, and ran the other hand through Sam's hair as he looked Sam over.

Sam had gauze almost everywhere, his legs, his arms, his torso, and most of all on his cheek. The scar John had cut open, the one Dean hated the most because Sam wouldn't be able to look at himself without remembering what had happened to him, was in gauze too. At least they wouldn't have to worry about John showing up anymore.

Bobby had showed a chair over to Dean, and he sat down, not letting his sight of off Sam. He's brother looked so innocent, even with all the bruises he looked peaceful and innocent. Dean let the tears fall again, he should have been the one in that bed, the one with bruises and cuts and burns, he didn't know what he would do if Sam… He didn't finish the thought; he just sighted heavily which almost made him hyperventilate, and choke in his sobs.

"Easy there kiddo, he's gonna be alright, it's all gonna be alright," Bobby's voice were so calm Dean was almost surprised.

"Why did you do it," Dean's voice was so weak he actually hated it.

"Did what?"

"Lie, covered us, why?"

Bobby frowned for a while, but then eased up and slowly told him: "First of all, I can't explain it, but it feels like I have to protect you, like I know you, so I covered us, and lied, but that was also to cover myself you know," Dean could here Bobby meant the last as a joke, but Dean didn't response to it, he just kept looking at Sam, squeezing his hand a little tighter.

"Dean, I was wondering, I know this is early, and you probably won't like it, but when Sam is all up and cheery, they'll call the CPS, I know you should have the rights to get the authority over Sam, but they probably won't let you, and you know… I am 'the uncle' so maybe, I could you know, adopt him."

Dean's head snapped up. Why the hell would Bobby do that, and that would also separate him and Sam, did Bobby just want Sam for himself so he could continue John's work?

"Why would I let you get Sam!?" Dean asked furious.

"By adopt I meant both of you, but you're too old to get adopted, I'm an old man, and I could use the help from both of you boys," Bobby smiled, but Dean was still a bit sceptical.

"Help to what?"

"Clean the house, or something, I wasn't gonna use you as slaves, you know."

"How would you do it? We ain't that related so it would take a long time for you to adopt him, and that's if you're so lucky no other person get to do it first."

"I was going to ask you about the permission to say I was you're mothers older brother, I am not trying to insult her memory in any way, but that would be the easiest way to do it, and I wouldn't have say I was in family with that bastard who called himself father."

Dean actually trusted Bobby, the way he was just made him relax, and he wanted Sam, and in some way himself, to get adopted by Bobby. Maybe he could be like a father, because that was how Dean felt he was.

"If I give you the permission, how are you gonna do it?"

"I have my ways, and if I can adopt you, I will tell you everything," Bobby smirked, and Dean couldn't help but give a smile of his own.

"But what do I do?"

"You just take care of your brother, and make him okay, then I'll talk, and take care, off all the other things, got it?"

"Yeah, get Sammy healthy," the last was more like a whisper to himself, and his eyes were once again glued on Sam.

"I'll just make a few calls, and I'll be right back, if you want me to."

"Of course, you just come back when you've finished." Dean wanted Bobby to be there, it felt safe.

"Sure, see ya later Idjit," Dean frowned, why was Bobby calling him Idjit? But then he heard a small laugh from Bobby as he left the room, so it was apparently something Bobby called people.

Now his attention was back on Sam, he was still holding his hand, and again he brushed a hand through Sam's hair.

"It looks like we've got both bad and good news, huh Sammy? You should see him, you would like Bobby, and he has just as crappy humour as you have… God, why is it always you who ends up like this, it was also you the last time, I should be the one lying here." Dean moved the hand in Sam's hair back, so he was now holding Sam's right hand in both of his.

"Please Sammy, I can't loose you, you're supposed to get old, become a lawyer, have a wife, 2 kids, and a little puppy, isn't it what you always wanted? See big brother did listen to you when you told me about your future plans." Dean gave a small smile, but his face was soon turning back to a stiff face.

"Please Sammy, open your eyes, open them for me, that's all I'm asking for, please…" No response was coming from Sam, and Dean tugged Sam's hand into his chest, as he listened to the bib-sound from the machine beside Sam.

"God Sammy, I'm so sorry…"

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Bobby had called Pastor Jim, a good old friend, and he had explained everything. Jim understood Bobby, though he was a little surprised that the Bobby was getting so soft.

"I guess I'm just getting old," had been Bobby answer, and then he had gotten Jim to make a false relation from Bobby to Mary, so he could adopt Sam when… If he woke up. When he had finished the call he had asked the nurses if it was possible both him and Dean could stay at the hospital, so they could be around Sam. With some charming words, and false looks he had gotten a yes, and now he only needed to tell Dean.

When Bobby came back to the hospital room, he saw Dean, bowed over Sam, his head resting on the edge of the bed, and both of his hands were holding Sam's right hand. Bobby's heart shattered a little as he saw them. Nobody should ever have to go through the things they had gone through, and even with years of beatings, they looked so innocent, as the lay there.

"It's all gonna be okay, I promise both of you," Bobby said as he found a blanket and tugged it around Dean, found a chair and sat down on the other side of Sam. Not too close, he wouldn't want to scare Sam when he woke up, because Sam was waking up, he had to.

"It's all gonna be okay," Bobby mumbled before he drifted off into his own sleep.

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