Dean's POV
I walk into the room. I'm really nervous. What would Sammy look like? Is it really bad?
My dad goes in first and I follow. I look in the bed and my heart breaks. Sammy looks so small. He has a ventilator on, IVs in his arms, and he has stitches in most places. They put a pillow under his back. Probably to my it more comfortable for his back because he just got whipped. How could I have let it get this far?
I pull a chair to the side of the bed and sit down. I grab Sam's hand in mine. My dad goes to the other side of the bed and grabs a chair and sits too. But, he didn't grab Sam's hand. He moved his hand to brush the bangs out of Sam's face. My dad has a guilty expression in his face. He lets his hand rest in Sam's forehead for a second.
It's weird to see my dad like this. He is not the emotional type. He hides his emotions like me. But, now that Sam is hurt and he is asleep and he can't see that his dad really cares about him, he decides to show him.
'Great job, dad!' I think sarcastically. I roll my eyes. I wonder if I will ever see my father this sensitive ever again.
"I'm going to get some coffee. Do you want any?" My dad asked me and I nod my head. If I'm going to stay up and watch Sammy, then I'm going to need to have a boost.
My dad came back a few minutes later. We sat in silence and watched Sam.
"Hey, it's almost dinner. Do you want Caleb to grab you something to eat." Dad asked me. I shake my head. "Are you sure?" I nod my head."Fine." My dad says with a sigh.
He walks out the room to tell Caleb. I'm alone with Sammy. I can finally tell him what I wanted to.
"Hey, little brother. I know we haven't had the greatest time together lately. I'm sorry I forgot your Birthday. I shouldn't of and I will never forgive myself. I'll make it up to you no matter what. This is all my fault."
I continued to talk until my dad came back. Luckily, he knocked, so I could shut my mouth and continue to look at Sammy and he didn't think I was talking to him.
I hate waiting. I'm a very impatient person. I hope Sam doesn't sleep long or I'll go nuts.
John's POV
I walk out the room to tell Caleb what I want to eat, until I realize I left my wallet. I go back to the room to get it and was about to walk in until I heard Dean speak.
I listened to what he said and my heart broke. I knew it wasn't his fault. I was to blame. I mean I forgot my own son's Birthday! What kind of a father does that?
Suddenly I wasn't that hungry. I go down to the first floor and went to tell Caleb.
"Hey, John. How's Sammy?" Caleb asked.
"He's not to well." I said and looked down because I could feel my eyes moisturizing. "Um... me and Dean aren't that hungry. We don't won't anything."
"Are you su-"
"Yes." I say and walk away.
I go to the bathroom and went into the stall. I couldn't handle this. Tears started to freely fall down my face.
I let my youngest down. I let him get hurt. Mary would be so disappointed.
I couldn't believe that I allowed my baby boy to get hurt. I know I'm hard on him, but that is because I want him to stay alive and not get hurt. He is what reminds me of Mary the most. With his dimples, eyes, and personality. He is so much like Mary. I love my boy.
When he wakes up I will prove it to him too!
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