Disclaimer: I do not own these characters- they belong to Eric Kripke and I wouldn't have it any other way! The original story idea belongs to Lia Walker.

Summary: Sam gets hurt from an unexpected attack and John turns to the bottle, then takes his anger out on Dean who is already blaming himself. Teen!chester story. Sam is 13 and Dean is 17. Adult Content. Sam!hurt, Dean!hurt/comfort, John!drunk/abusive.

Brian waited patiently outside the boys' room for John to return with Dean's prescription. Though he wasn't too happy with the idea, John had convinced Brian to help sneak the boys out of the hospital and bring them back to the motel. Maybe there he would get some straight answers.

John came back, prescription in hand, and was about to knock on the door to check on his boys when it opened from the inside. Sam and Dean stood there, hand-in-hand and ready to go.

With Brian leading the procession, they made it to the ambulance bay without raising any suspicion. All three Winchesters piled into the back so they wouldn't be seen and so John could keep an eye on his kids. Brian started the ambulance up and shortly after, they were on the road.

"So, what now?" Brian called over his shoulder. "You're hopin' Sam will just magically regain his memory?"

"Somethin' like that," John practically growled.

"Terrific. Glad you have a plan." Brian felt the static in the atmosphere and cracked his window, hoping for a little fresh air and to make the ambulance seem larger than it really was with four people crammed inside of it.

"You got somethin' to say, say it," the father demanded.

"I want the truth, John! I'm risking my job here helping you guys out. The least you could do is be honest with me!"

"What the hell do you want to know then?!"

"Did you give Dean that black eye and the cuts on his… Holy shit!"

The ambulance swerved off the road and Brian slammed on the brakes. John grabbed a hold of his two sons, trying to keep them from flying out the windshield. "What in the hell…?!"

They finally came to a stop and everyone inside the ambulance was silent. Dean craned his neck and peered through the windshield. They had come to a stop inches from the ice cream stand just outside of the park.

Brian was frozen in place, staring straight ahead. "Sorry, guys. Thought I saw somethin' in the road. Everyone okay?"

"Super," Dean croaked out with a hand bracing his ribs.

John produced the painkillers. "Here, Dean. Take two of these."

"I'm good, dad."

"That wasn't a request."

"Yes, sir." He reluctantly dry-swallowed two pills down. Half of him wanted the pain to remind him of his major screw up, but the other half was desperate for a little relief. Either way, he hated to be off his game at the best of times and pills always seemed to have that effect on him. If his father gave him an order, however, it left him with little choice.

Brian threw the ambulance into reverse and gave himself enough clearance to swing the large vehicle back onto the main road.

"What are we doing here?" Dean wondered out loud once he got the pills down.

"This was the shortest route back to the motel. Sorry, Dean. I didn't even think you boys might not want to go this way ever again."

"It's okay, seriously. Though that ice cream vendor might need your assistance after the heart attack we just gave him. What did you see?"

"Must have been an animal or somethin'. Moved too damn fast to really see. I just saw something go in front of the ambulance and reacted."

"Nice reflexes." Dean turned to Sam who had a hand fisted in his brother's shirt. "You alright, dude?"

Sam looked from Dean to Brian and back again before nodding and releasing his death grip. "Yeah, we're okay now, Zack." A small smile crossed his face.

"You bet, little man." Dean smiled back.

Everyone was exhausted when they finally reached the motel. The three Winchesters piled out of the back to stretch their legs and head inside when Sam grabbed Dean's wrist.

"I thought you said we were going home, Zack? This isn't home."

Dean frowned. "What do you mean? Sure it is."

"No, it isn't. We live on the other side of the park. You know that."

"Oh, right… Well, we're stayin' here tonight. Maybe we'll go home tomorrow."

Dean looked up at John who nodded that he got the hint about where the spirit lived. Once they got the rest they desperately needed, they would be able to start researching their newly stumbled upon hunt.

Brian grabbed his med kit "just in case" and they all headed inside.

John had one bed, the boys shared the second, and Brian was given the pull out couch for the night. Sam and Dean both headed straight for their bed, but John and Brian decided to have some of the coffee John had made earlier first. Brian insisted on making the drinks.

Dean smiled. Maybe this was the medic's way of apologizing for suspecting John of abuse. He hoped the two men had finally found a way to reconcile the past because he really did like Brian and having an EMT on their side could come in handy. He was too tired to spend much more time on the thought.

Between the day's excitement and the effects of the painkillers, Dean was asleep before his head even hit the pillow.

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Dean had no idea what time it was, but his senses were trying to drag him back to consciousness and all he wanted to do was stay in the dark. He could vaguely hear someone moving about the room. Since he could still feel the bed indented to his left, he assumed it must be his father or Brian heading to the bathroom, or perhaps getting a drink of water.

He felt the right side of the bed indent as well but managed to hide his surprise and continued to play possum. His father must be feeling sentimental after everything they had been through lately. Or maybe it was time for Dean to take another dose of painkillers. His head was still feeling cloudy, so if that was what his father wanted, Dean was going to put up a fight this time.

A gentle hand rested on the side of his head and thumbed at the spiked bangs just above his forehead. Okay… weird. The gesture seemed a bit feminine to him. It was too soft to be his father and too loving to be a recently met friend, and yet… Dean's eyes shot open to find Brian smiling down at him in a way that was scarily familiar but he couldn't place it.

"Brian, what…?"

"It's okay now, Zachary. Mommy's here." Brian's eyes flashed black.

A damp cloth was placed over his mouth and nose. Dean's eyes widened and he tried to pry the hand from his face. Brian pinned his good arm down without much difficulty, and two small hands reached across his body and held his injured arm still.

"Shhh… Don't struggle, Zack. You're just going to hurt yourself. Everything is okay now." Sam smiled, but it didn't really look like Sam. The smile didn't reach his eyes like it usually did. It was Sam, but it wasn't Sam.

As Dean's body forced him to inhale, he felt a burning sensation at the back of his throat and his pulse was speeding up. He was starting to feel exhilarated to the point of being drunk. What the hell is this shit?

He glanced out of the corner of his eye towards his father's bed. Why wasn't he waking up? Why wasn't he trying to help him? Horrible realization overcame Dean like a sucker punch. All the pieces fell into place. That thing in the road didn't just run in front of the ambulance, it flew in through the open window. Damn it, how did he miss the signs? Because the spirit remained dormant until now. It waited for the opportune moment; being when the Winchesters were asleep and most vulnerable.

Even Sammy, or rather Peter, had known they weren't alone anymore. His words floated back through Dean's mind… We're okay now, Zack. And that smile… The smile of a little boy reunited with his mommy.

Brian, or the spirit, had been planning this from the moment it entered its host. It had brought Brian's med kit into the house with the intentions of drugging John so he wouldn't try to stop it. That must have been why it offered to make the drinks earlier. This whole thing was a set up…

It was Dean's last thought before he was consumed by the darkness.

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Dean felt like shit. His head was throbbing and his stomach was rebelling. How much did he have to drink last night? He couldn't remember. He wasn't sure he really wanted to. His bed felt so comfortable, he just wanted to sink back into the pillow and disappear. He had just had one hell of a nightmare though and didn't want to fall back into it.

Maybe if he turned onto his stomach, it would lessen the headache. He figured it was worth a shot. He tried to get enough energy to roll over but it just wasn't happening. If he could only block the damn light coming in through the windows…

Attempt number two: cover eyes with elbow. Again, a failed attempt. In fact, he couldn't even get his arms to move. Crap. Must have cut off the circulation in my sleep again. Alright, I give!

He cracked his eyes open, letting the shadows of the swaying trees on the ceiling sooth his frustration. Wait, trees? The hotel is right on the road…

He tried to move his arms again and this time he heard a metallic clinking with each shift. That can't be good.

"Dad?" he called out, but it was barely more than a whisper. His throat felt a bit raw as though he had gone to a rock concert last night and was screaming along with the lyrics. That would also explain the splitting headache. But unless he took a kinky chick home with him…

He craned his neck upwards and, just as he suspected, he found that his hands were both cuffed to the bed frame. Shit. That'll really help my shoulder heal…

Suddenly, he remembered a hand over his mouth. A damp cloth making it hard to breathe. Brian smiling down at him and Sammy's little hands pinning his arm to the bed.

Holy crap! What the hell is goin' on here?!

He didn't have to wait long for an answer.

"Zack! You're awake!" Sam came bombing into the room and landed on the bed beside Dean's hip.

Just play it cool, Dean. "Hey, buddy. What's goin' on? Why am I cuffed?"

"Mommy says you're sick, but she'll make you better soon. She says if we let you go, you might hurt yourself."

"Why would I do that? I'm fine, um… Peter. But my shoulder… I need you to uncuff me, man. It's really starting to hurt like this."

Concern flashed over the younger boy's face. "I'll go get Mommy. She'll fix it."

"Wait, wait, wait! Mom has a lot on her mind right now. If you can take care of it, it'll be a big help to her."

Sam paused, deep in thought. Then his face lit up.

"… I know! I'll get you some ice! That'll make it better!" He scampered off before Dean could get another word in. Dean threw his head backwards into the pillow in frustration.

Lovely. Dad, please get here soon…

TBC

More Brian/Spirit to come, as well as Sam/Peter. Can Dean convince Peter to let him go, or will he have to wait for John to come to the rescue? Or will his father be too late and Dean will officially become Zachary?! Stay tuned… and please review! Work is starting to pick up again, so it might take me a bit longer to upload now but I promise I will keep uploading as soon as I can!