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John arrives at the hospital at exactly 4:45 in the morning. He had gone to the motel and gathered all of their belongings earlier before returning to the hospital to pick up his boys.

When he walks into Sam's room, the sight before him stops him in his tracks; Dean is on Sam's hospital bed lying propped up against the pillows with Sam lying in front of him with his back against Dean's chest. Sam is nestled in his brothers arms and his chest is slowly rising and falling. John takes notice that both his boys look completely content in each others arms. And from that moment John has no doubt that no matter what happens, Dean will always be there to take care of his Sam. John's eyes start to tear up and he clears his throat and stands up straight as if someone was watching him.

Walking over to the bed, he grabs Dean's shoulder with his large hand and gently shakes it.

"Dean. Dean, wake up," John demands, watching as his eldest son yawns and slowly opens his eyes.

"Dad?" Dean questioned, looking up at his father through tired eyes.

"Yeah, we have to go now," John states.

Dean rubs his eyes and slowly begins to remove himself from under Sam.

"I need you to distract the nurse at the nurses station," John says quietly, as he starts removing Sam's IV and unhooking him from the machines he is attached too.

"What should I do?" Dean asks, stretching.

"I don't know, son. Just talk to them or ask them to show you where something is. I just need to get Sam to the elevators and then meet me in the parking lot."

"Ok, dad." Dean walks out of the room with a mischievous look on his face and John can't help but laugh at his son.

"Sam, wake up," John requests, softly shaking his youngest, who was moaning and becoming restless, probably due to a nightmare.

Dean was lying in a pool of his own blood on the floor of a dusty dilapidated farmhouse. 'Wasn't I a good enough brother for you Sammy?' Sam felt his chest tighten. 'I did the best I could. Dad did the best he could. I … I … lo … loved you Sammy.' Tears began to roll down Sam's cheeks. 'Why would you do this to me? Why? You left me. No one was there to watch my back. You killed me!'

Sam couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't breath. Oh God, his brother was gone. Dean; his constant, his rock, his best friend and his protector.

He opened his eyes and peered wildly around. He couldn't make out where he was. A horrible cough shook his whole aching body. Calming familiar hands were rubbing his back gently as he tried to gain composure.

"Deep breaths, Sammy. Come on now."

Sam was having trouble focusing on his surroundings. "Dean?' he asked hopefully.

"No. It's me, son."

"Dad? Where's Dean?" Sam immediately asks, breath coming in short gasps.

John ignored the pain in his chest that came from hearing that statement. Sam was his baby boy yet when in need he called for Dean, not him. It was how John had trained them, to protect each other. But, at times like these John wished that their lives could have been different. That it would be he who Sam cried out for, he who Sam needed. But he couldn't change the past.

"It's okay Sammy. I'm here. Just concentrate on breathing."

Sam did, unsure of why his father was being so nice to him. But if Dad says everything is okay, then it must be. He never liked following his father's orders without explanation but he still trusted the old man.

Sam's breathing finally began to settle down ,but the pain from the nightmare still remained.

"Come on, son. We have to go," John said, giving Sam a small smile.

Sam returned the smile and began to wonder if everything was going to be different now. If him and his father will get along. If everything will be ok.

Looking both ways, John eased the Impala out of the hospital's parking lot, turning left. Dean's distraction had been a success and John had easily escaped the hospital with Sam.

John takes a quick glance at Sam in the backseat, before returning his eyes to the road. Dean is in the front seat next to John and both boys are sound asleep. Sam has his forehead pressed uncomfortably against the window pane, fogging up the glass with every slow, steady breath.

Feeling his eyelids weighing down, John decides that they will stop at the next motel, before continuing the trip to Bobby's house. Earlier he told the boys they are going there to take a little rest from hunting. He figures that Sam can use the rest and John needs to make sure that he is mentally stable before hunting again, but he doesn't tell the boys that. Heading down the lonely road at 6:00 in the morning, he prays that he can find a motel with vacancy.

Looking back at his youngest once more, John suddenly notices something in the corner of his eyes. Before he has a chance to consider stopping, the car impacts with a large figure in the middle of the road causing the car to swerve off to the side of the road, impacting with a tree.

The force takes John's breath away as his seat belt pulls sharply against his chest, most likely leaving a sickening bruise beneath it. As his head collides with the steering wheel he only has one thing on his mind as the blackness takes over. Sammy.

The end.

A/N Ok guys please don't hate me :D good news though! I am starting a sequel to this story and the first chapter of it will be up tonight or tomorrow. Please let me know what you hope to see in the sequel and what you thought of the ending to And so it is!

And there it was (Sequel to And so it is)- After being involved in a car accident John and Dean wake up to find Sam gone. It is up to them to find him before it's too late.