I am sorry I took so long to update, I meant to last night, I swear. This is a little longer than last time.

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Chapter Eleven

John Winchester stared at the cop in front of him, almost disbelievingly.

"What?" he asked angrily.

"We can't let you see the boys until we are sure you are their father." The cop sighed, running a hand over his face, he knew that the man was his father, even the boy, Sam, had told them.

But for all he knew Sam was just another part of the act. Though his gut and common sense told him they were legitimate, he had to play this one by the book.

All he had to do was wait for the nurse to wake up, or the unconscious teen who currently had doctors attending to him; both men and their boy had been removed.

The two men could be charged with something, one with fraud, he would also be arrested as a suspect to the Dean Winchester's kidnapping and abuse, the other had assault, namely beating the other to a bloody pulp. But to decide which was which would take time.

The boy could be an accessory to a crime, though that was doubtful.

Right now all they could do was wait; and test the IDs.

"Sir?" a man leaned in the door, "the nurse is awake. And…Dean," his eyes flickered towards the man sat before him, "he's asking for his father."

John frowned; Dean never asked for him, not usually, what had Red done to him?

John barely even registered that the men were still talking; he was picturing the most violent ways to dispose of Red McFinnigan.

John sighed half-heartedly as the men left the room.

He silently leant on the table, Sammy was waiting outside, no doubt cursing the police, himself and the doctors, Red, Dean and everyone else, involved or not.

But most of all, Sammy would blame John. The ever erring father, in recent months Sammy had been growing resentment to his father, and now more than ever it was showing.

That scared John.

Because he couldn't get Sammy to take orders, and he didn't know any other way to get Sam to behave. He thanked everything holy for Dean.

Dean made Sammy listen.

Sighing his mind drifted to Dean.

OoOoOoO

Dean gazed around the room, sluggish from the drugs, he almost felt like he was floating.

He knew for a fact that meant he came in really screwed up.

He hated hospitals. They had old people, and soap, and authority figures, and "healthy" food, and sticky tiles, and icky smells and everyone who worked there had this strange idea that they knew everything about medicine.

Dean scoffed. As if those people knew how to treat a werewolf bite, or the after affects of possession. As far as Dean was concerned, that should be the essentials of medical training.

Dean shifted, staring intently at the man, a doctor who had come in, checking up on him.

"Where's my dad…and Sammy?" He demanded, wincing at the pain that rippled through his throat and chest.

"Waiting for you to wake up sop you can verify their IDs." The doctor informed him, having taken a lengthy conversation after the incident with several people.

"Well, I may not be a doctor, but even I'm smart enough to see I am awake."

A sigh. "Yes I see that."

"So why are…" Dean stopped talking, his eyes were dropping, his sore throat was bugging him.

"They're coming."

That was all he heard before dropping off to sleep.

OoOoOoO

Voices woke him up.

"So what happens now?"

"They kind detective agreed to look, the other way about my punching the life out of the little…"

"Dad!"

"What?"

"You are in a hospital, show some decency!"

"They have Red down at the station; all they need is Dean's testimony." John continued, as though Sam had never spoken.

"Dad?"

"What now Sam?"

"Is Dean gonna be ok?"

Dean heard that, and decided now was a good time to 'wake' up. "Dean Winchester is always ok." He mumbled.

"Dean!" Sammy launched onto him, hugging him with all his might. Dean couldn't stop the wince of pain that came with the contact.

"Sorry…" Sam whispered.

"S'ok, missed you too."

"Hey son."

"Hi sir." Dean stared up at his dad for a moment. "Who screamed before?"

"The nurse, she fainted…"

"What kind of nurse faints when she sees someone being strangled?" Dean asked.

"It was her first day." Sammy sniggered slightly.

---TBC---

Ok guys, sorry about the lack of updates. I know this chapter was boring, but I guarantee more "fun" soon….aha, it's not over yet…

So, any bets on what happens next? More reviews, faster update.

KEEP SMILIN' :D