Broken Promises and Shattered Hearts Ch. 10

Disclaimer. See chapter one

Author's Note: I will try to have a chapter of Johnny Angel up no later than tomorrow or Monday since I know the chapter is long overdue.

Previously: Turning Sam onto his side in case the youngster vomited, Bobby checked the area immediately surrounding him for anything that could hurt Sam such as a sharp object nearby. Seeing nothing, he cushioned Sam's head as best he could to wait out the seizure, hating the fact that there was basically nothing else he could do at the moment.

"Oh God, Sammy!" John voiced as he dragged himself over to his baby boy's side as Caleb worked to free Dean. "Hold on for me kiddo, please hold on," He begged as tears began to fill his eyes.

Watching as his son convulsed violently on the floor, John's composure began to slip. "Damn it Bobby, we need to do something," John gasped as he reached out to try and restrain his youngest in an effort to keep Sam from hurting himself but found his attempt hampered by the elder hunter. "What the hell, Bobby?"

"I'm just trying to keep you from causing any damage since research shows that you could do more harm than good by trying to restrain a person who is seizing," Bobby stated in the most soothing voice he could muster since his own nerves were pretty well frazzled by the episode. "Give the seizure a minute to pass John."

"Bobby, I can't just sit here with my thumb up my ass, I need to do something to help him," John voiced anxiously as he ran a calloused hand through his dark hair which was already beginning to show lights stranda of gray.

"Then go help Caleb with Dean. Sam is going to need his brother when he comes to," Bobby informed John, though his attention never strayed from Sam as the youngest Winchester began to grunt and groan, even in unconsciousness, from the strain the seizure was putting on his muscles.

"Yeah, okay," John agreed, giving his youngest a worried glance before finally pushing himself to his feet. Walking the few steps over to Dean on wobbly legs, he knelt down in front of his eldest and lightly palmed his cheek in comfort, whether for Dean or himself, he wasn't sure.

"Dean, you have to try to relax kiddo. It will be easier for Caleb to get these shackles off if you're not moving around so much," John told his son as he watched Caleb using a silver dagger to try and loosen the screws attached to the manacles around Dean's wrist.

"I'm trying Dad. It's just…I need to…" Dean's voice trailed off as he became more and more frustrated with the situation, his eyes filling with unshed tears.

"You need to take care of your brother," John filled in as he reached out and clasped Dean on the shoulder and gave it a supporting squeeze. He knew how seriously Dean took the job of watching out for Sammy. Sam had been Dean's whole world since that fateful day so long ago and it was killing Dean to have to sit on the sidelines and watch as someone else took care of Sammy, a responsibility that he considered to be his and his alone.

"Yeah, especially since it's my fault he's lying there hurt," Dean replied in a strangled whisper, hanging his head down towards his chest as silent tears began to roll down hi flustered cheeks.

"Now hold it right there Ace. It's not your fault that Sammy…"

"Yes it is," Dean grumbled, looking up to glare at his father with guilt evident in his eyes. "If I hadn't forgotten Sam's birthday, then he would have been safe at the movies right now instead of fighting for his life in this godforsaken hole in the ground."

Any reply John might have made to the heartbroken remark was nixed when Caleb was finally able to free Dean from the shackles that had kept him bound to the wall for so long allowing Dean to rush over to his younger sibling's side.

"Oh God, Sammy," Dean voiced reverently, reaching out to grasp Sam's flailing hand as he knelt at his baby brother's side. It was killing him to see Sam thrashing about on the floor as though he was a fish out of water.

"He's going to be okay Dean, the seizure is starting to subside," Bobby informed the worried brother as he felt the sporadic movements in Sam's body begin to lessen with each passing second. He just hoped he wasn't lying to Dean knowing damn well that whatever that evil sonuvabitch, who now lay dead on the floor, had pumped into Sam's veins could very well kill him.

"He's gotta be okay Bobby, because I can't live without him. He's been my whole life for as long as I can remember," Dean stated, breathing a small sigh of relief as he watched the convulsions finally cease. Of course, he knew Sam wasn't out of danger by any means, but at least the kid wasn't suffering through the painful muscle spasms anymore.

"Then let's get Sammy the hell out of here and to someone who can help him," Bobby replied as he placed one arm under Sam's knees and the other behind his back and began to lift the young teen off of the filthy floor.

"Caleb, see if you can help John and Dean," Bobby grunted as he pushed himself to a standing position with the youngest Winchester cradled securely to his chest. "We've got to get Sam here to a doctor as soon as possible."

"I'm okay, just help my Dad," Dean retorted, swaying slightly as he stood.

"Sure you are kid," Caleb replied, reaching out to clasp Dean by the elbow to steady him before pulling a slightly concussed John to his feet.

"If you idjits are finished talking, we need to leave," Bobby scolded as he started down the dark tunnel towards the stairwell that would lead them out of the underground prison and into fresh air once again.

"Wait, we gotta ta-take care of that per-perverted bastard laying dead on the floor," John groaned as he began to fight Caleb's hold. "I ain't taking any ch-chances with his sorry ass coming ba-back to haunt Sammy la-later."

"I'll take care of salting and burning his corpse once we get you three to the relative safety of the Impala," Caleb said as he wrapped an arm around John's waist and started guiding the injured hunter forward.

"Don't worry about me, just make sure my boys are safe. I'll be fine as long as I know they are okay" John panted, struggling to support his own weight as they made their way down the dark passage. He didn't care what happened to him as long as his sons were taken care of.

"You can count on it Johnny," Caleb grunted knowing how much those boys meant not only to John, but to the rest of their small circle of hunters. They had all adopted John's boys as their own and would willingly give their lives if it meant protecting the young ones from evil.

~~Supernatural~~

Arriving at the Impala nearly twenty minutes later, Bobby waited for Dean to climb into the back seat and then gently slid Sam inside, making sure that he arranged the youngest Winchester so that Sam would be laying on his side with his head resting on Dean's lap. Obtaining the keys to the car from John, he walked to the back, popped open the trunk and then grasped a blanket from the back while Caleb helped the injured father into the shotgun position of the front seat. Sam's skin had started feeling cold and clammy on the return trip to the car and he was afraid the youngster was slipping into shock. Returning to the boys, he carefully tucked the blanket in around Sam before turning his attention to the anguished older brother who was now carding his fingers through Sam's honey brown hair.

"Dean, I need you to keep an eye on his breathing, can you do that for me?" Bobby inquired, worried that Dean could be slipping into shock himself from the immense fear he held for his baby brothers well being.

"Yeah," Dean answered, smiling hesitantly at the man who had become like an uncle to him and Sammy. "It's my job."

"Good boy," Bobby voiced with affection, before pushing to his feet so he could close the door. They needed to get Sam to medical attention as quickly as possible.

"Bobby, where are you taking them?" Caleb inquired of the hunter, needing to know where to meet up with them after he had finished the salt and burn that would keep the tattooed man from turning into an angry spirit after the violent death he had suffered.

"I'm going to take them to Jeffersons' place," Bobby answered, scratching a hand through his hair after removing his ball cap. "There's no way I can take them to the hospital here in town with the needle marks I saw on Sam's arm earlier while assessing him. They might call CPS in on the family and the Winchesters just couldn't deal with that right now."

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Caleb agreed, knowing it would be the best place for the Winchesters to recover. John had served with the medic in the Marines and he knew John would trust the man with his own life and that of his sons. "I'll meet you there a soon as I can."

"Just make sure you take care of that bastard so he can't come back to haunt our little Tiger," Bobby groused as he pulled open the driver's side door of the Impala and climbed in.

"You know I will," Caleb voiced, standing back as Bobby placed the key in the ignition and started up the car.

"See you soon," Bobby replied, shifting the gear into drive so that they could get started on their journey. Glancing into the back seat, he could see Dean whispering words of encouragement meant only for Sammy's ears as he continuously stroked his hands through Sam's hair. Swiping his fingers through his beard, he prayed that Sam would survive the journey there because one thing was for sure….the youngest Winchester was the glue that bound the small family together and without him, the family would not survive.

TBC