-1Sam was barely able to stand, John was going to get back to their home soon and would get angry if Sam wasn't there. Sam had watched Dean walk away, he just left him there, injured.

Sam had difficulty standing, but with the help of the wall he was currently leaning against; it wasn't impossible. But with his hand (which he was sure he had broken) hurting far to much, it hurt to even move that hand.

Sam, once he stood up, walked over to his bag which Dean kicked whilst he was walking away and picked it up. Sam would've went after Dean but he really didn't have the energy too.

He began quickly making his way home, protecting his hand with his other hand all the way. Once he arrived home, he noticed the Impala parked outside. He hurriedly made his way inside, and as soon as he did he saw John standing by the counter with his arms cross.

"Sam, where have you-" John cut himself off as he saw the bruising, and his writs looking in a accord position. "What happened?!" John asked, moving towards Sam.

"Dean. He attacked me" Sam said, when he thought over what he said, it made Dean sound like a savage. Missouri seemed to appear from nowhere and was now standing beside Sam.

"Let me have a look" Missouri said, careful taking Sam's hand; though it still hurt like hell and Sam screamed. "I'm sorry" Missouri said. "That's going to have to get looked after. I think you should go to the doctors"

"I'm going to find Dean" John said, with a non too happy tone.

"You have to look after Sam's injuries first" Missouri said, looking at John with a non too happy tone either. John looked down, momentary then looked up at Missouri.

"Can you take him. I need to find Dean" John was now on a quest to find his wayward son, wherever that might be. Missouri nodded slightly, John needed to sort out his family before there lives turn into total havoc, not that it wasn't already.

"Of course, John Winchester. Just hope it's not to late for Dean" John raised an eyebrow when Missouri said that but remained quite, if he said the wrong thing then she might not be as willing as to help.

"Alright, Sammy be good. If Dean shows up or anything happens I want you to call me, alright?"

Sam nodded, he always had to do what the father said, if not then he got into trouble. So doing what he was told, it was something he was used to. John quickly picked up his keys and marched out of the room, Missouri and Sam followed close behind as they needed to go to the hospital to get Sam checked up.

Sam was exhausted by the time that they arrived at the hospital, the beating he took from Dean was bad enough, but sitting in the emergency waiting room made it some what worse; Sam just wanted to lie down and sleep.

"Sam Winchester" The doctor called, finally they were allowed to get Sam all fixed up; not that there was anything seriously injured; except his wrist that is. Sam sat down on the examination table, waiting for the doctor to fix his wrist; it still hurt like hell.

Dr Donnelly walked into the room, a fake smile on his face, Missouri smiled back at him. Sam simply rolled his eyes, not wanting to have him for a doctor.

"Hello, I'm Dr Donnelly. Let's take a look at that wrist of yours Samuel" The Doctor said, smiling slightly. Sam let the man carefully grab his arm but as soon as he did Sam felt red hot heat explode in his wrist. Sam cried and in pain and tried to pull away but that only resulted in more pain.

"Oh, I'm sorry. So that hurt?" Dr Donnelly asked, like he couldn't feel Sam radiating with anger as the man touched his hand. "Lets get that fixed up then shall we" Sam nodded in a unenthusiastic way.

Sam was just thankful it was getting looked after, however John still had to find Dean. Sam was beginning to worry about his brother, Dean had never acted so violent before. Sam prayed that Dean was going to be alright, he just wanted a brother that loved him after all.

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John was searching everywhere that Dean could've went, it helped that Dean had no friends that he could go and stay with. So it was more then likely that Dean was hanging out a place that he thought John wouldn't look, thus the reason why John was in a local cemetery.

John froze when he saw movement and smiled slightly, yep that was Dean alright, but what was he doing. John moved forward, hiding behind whatever he could find. As he got closer he heard Dean curse to himself.

"What the hell are you doing Dean. You hurt Sam, you swore to yourself that you wouldn't. Man Dad's going to be so pissed, I'm so messed up. Not that Sam didn't deserve it anyway. Mom, it's all his fault…" Dean said, falling to his knees, his head hanging.

John stood and walked towards Dean, he felt anger rushing to his face, he couldn't hurt Dean, not too much; maybe just enough to make sure he would never do anything like that again.

Dean heard rustling and turned and saw John, Dean quickly got to his feet. John was defiantly pissed off.

"Dad!?" Dean exclaimed, mostly worried of how he was going to get punished by John. "I'm…sorry" John knew that he wasn't sorry, Dean was never really sorry when it came to things like this.

"Dean, what is wrong with you!?" John said, it was amazing how calm he sounded, he was bubbling with rage inside. He was taking this whole matter far enough, then he had to hit Sam and run away and make everything worse.

"Dad, you think this for purpose. I would never hurt little Sammy like that"

"Don't lie to me Dean" John said, only barely keeping his voice from wavering. "I understand how you feel with your mom dieing, but you do not have the right to take it out on Sam!"

"Apparently you had the right to take it out on me, or don't you remember?" Dean said, rolling up his shirt to reveal his right side; scars and almost faded burns. John didn't look down at Dean's old wounds, he didn't quiet care for the past.

"Dean, do not change the subject"

"I wasn't! I was simply reminding you on how you took out your anger. I supposedly learnt from the best, isn't that right dad" Dean said, letting go of his shirt and letting it fall back down, covering his wounds.

"It's not like that Dean"

"Oh really, I used to have to protect little 'Sammy' from you. I had to make sure I never left you alone with him, I let you take all your anger out on me just so Sam could be spared! I'm just letting my anger-" Dean fell to the ground, John standing over him. He had to shut Dean up somehow, knocking him out was the best thing he could think of at the time.

John was seriously thinking Dean there but knew inside that he couldn't, John grunted with effort as he picked up the unconscious Dean. John placed Dean in the passenger side of the Impala, and climbed in the car himself.

John drove quickly wanting to get home quickly and put Dean into his room before he awoke. John soon arrived home and picked up Dean yet again, carrying him inside. Sam was lying out cold on the couch, and Missouri was sitting at the table drinking soup.

"Hey Missouri, found him" John said, smiling slightly. Missouri didn't look too amused she watched John silently and nodded.

"I'm gonna put him in his room, and talk to him later. I'll be back in a minute" John carried Dean to his room and locked the door behind him as he left the room. He walked back into the living room and sat down next to Missouri glancing over to Sam.

"How's Sam?"

"He'll live, I wonder why Dean was acting like that for?" Missouri said too herself but glanced over to John. She knew what John had done to Dean, she had always known; Sam never did though.

"I have no idea" John lied, which was a bad thing considering that Missouri was a physic and all.

"John Winchester, no wonder why Dean had been acting like that. Now it's all coming back to him, and what's he supposed to do but take it out on someone who can't defend themselves from him"

"Missouri, I never meant to hurt Dean, it just…sometimes got to much for me" John said truthfully.

"Damn it John, how could you do that to your own children. They done nothing wrong to you!" Missouri exclaimed, putting the empty soup bowl down. John knew Missouri was right, but he didn't know whether he could make amends with Dean.

What was worse was that Sam was now awake, and listening partly in horror what he was hearing. He never knew this, if he did then he would've done something; anything. But he knew he could've done nothing in the end.

Note: Please review, this story has turned, now John seems like the bad person. Anyways hope you like so far. :-)