A/ N:

Super Sorry!

Well guys here it is! I'll right at the end!

The Beast

By: chocolate rules

Chapter 12

"I told you already! You're not coming anywhere near me!" Dean yelled at the doctor. He was standing in the examine room's corner backing away from Dr. Pickman. The good doctor had entered a few moments ago and told the boys that he was going to give them a once over and that then they'd be able to go home.

"Son, you need to let me help you. I can tell you're in a lot of pain. That leg can't be the only thing that's hurting."

"It's not hurting! I'm fine! And I'll be especially fine if you leave me alone and let us go home!" Dean yelled out again. He held on tighter to Sammy who he had in a protective grasp in front of him.

"And I will, Dean, as soon as I can give the all-clear." Dr. Pickman repeated. He was staring once again to loss his nerve on the kid. He had spent all too many hours with them. However, he quickly learned that informing them of this would not give hi, their sympathy in the slightest. It increased the elder's ignorance as he proclaimed that if he had better this to do that he should "get the hell to it."

"I'm giving you the all clear! We're fine! Now back the hell off!" Dean yelled again. He was certainly not the little kid that had spoken with the police officers mere minutes ago. Nor was he the shattered youth from hours prior that only asked to know the whereabouts of his brother. This was the protective, well man, that held the hidden power needed to push him away or pick up the smaller child.

"Dean, I'm not going to hurt you, or your brother. I just need to make sure that you're okay. I can see the other bruises on the both of you. Just let me look them over and then…"

"Then what? Then you'll happily hand us back to our father? Or what then everything will be peachy clear and you'll see the light and let us leave with a 'Just watch your step next time!' ? What do you take me for? I know what's going on! And you're not coming any closer!" Dean yelled even louder this time.

Sammy, who still had no idea what was going on, tensed beneath his brother's hold. He didn't understand what or why Dean was so angry. He had no problem showing the doctor the rest of the bruise. He had said that their father had been okay with it. If their Dad was okay with it, why was Dean fussing about it so much?

Though he didn't understand, he had lived long enough to know to trust Dean's instincts. If his instincts were telling him that they couldn't show the doctor anything else, than there was no way that Sammy was going to show them. Not until Dean gave him the go ahead anyway.

Dean could feel his brother shaking. He thought that maybe he was shaking too. He had leapt off the table, taking Sammy with him, once the doctor had entered. John hadn't entered. He had been sent to handle some 'paper work'. Or at least that's what the bad doctor had said.

"Dean?" the little said. The unshed tears were evident to the doctor and he worried why they were so frightened. He worked in the pediatrics ward, so it wasn't like he'd never seen scared kids before. But Dean wasn't some scared kid. He had already proven that. Sammy seemed to go off on Dean's moods, so he wasn't one to be labeled a scaredy-cat either. But there had to be something that was triggering this response.

"It's okay Sammy. He's not getting any closer." And Dean's tone left no argument that he wouldn't carry out any means possible to ensure that very thing.

As luck would have it, just at that minute, John entered the room. Instantly, he felt the tension in the room. Once he entered, he saw the sight of his two sons and the doctor. His youngest was pale with fear and Dean was in his overprotective stance. The doctor seemed to be having a hard time getting to them. Dean seemed to be proving to be more than the poor doc could handle.

"Dean." John said calming. He didn't wish to alarm his boys. Their attention immediately went to him. Dr. Pickman too turned and looked, pleadingly, to the oldest Winchester alpha male.

"Daddy!" Sammy yelled. He would have taken off and leapt once more to his father had Dean's grip not held him in place. The way Dean saw it, Sam would have to pass by the doctor to get to their father and he wasn't about to allow that.

"Mr. Winchester." Dr. Pickman said with relief. He stood up from his kneeled position a few feet in front of the boys. "I'm glad you're back. I was just trying to get your sons too…" but he never got to finish since Sammy, who seemed to become very vocal in the moment, interrupted.

"Daddy! He's trying to look at the rest of us! He's getting to close! Make him back off!"

John met his youngest eyes. As he suspected, he was met with fear and uncertainty. Dean's features had yet to change from his blank, expressionless gaze.

Dr. Pickman turned back to look at the boys as Sammy spoke. Once he had met Sammy's eyes, Sammy turned around and gripped tightly to Dean's shirt in the back. Dean's hands then went to Sam's back and head, grasping the shirt and caressing the hair. His eyes became darker before John's very eyes. As Dean stared at the doctor in response, John stepped forward until he was crouched before his sons. Sensing a presence, Sam had tightened his hold on Dean and Dean had not looked away from the doctor.

"Hey, Sammy." John said. Sam's head turned in response, but he still didn't let go of Dean. "Why you say that, son?"

"Dean," was all Sammy said before he buried his face back into his brother's shirt.

John looked over his shoulder and at the doctor. With his eyes, he pleaded for the man to give him a few minutes with the boys. He had already agreed that the boys get the full check up. However, he had warned the man that his sons wouldn't like it. He had even told him that they might get a little violent and that he should defiantly not try to separate them. Apparently, the man had not heard a word John had said. Had he taken any longer, John was sure that the man would have had to answer to more than a shove from Dean.

Dr. Pickman nodded. He turned and stepped just outside the door, leaving it open. A nurse walked over to him, seeing as he wasn't busy at the moment and gave him some charts to look over.

"Boys, you have to let him examine you."

Both their eyes clashed with his. Sam held tighter to Dean. This wasn't how things were supposed to go.

"Dad, I want to go home." Sammy said. John reached over and rubbed Sammy's head from above Dean's hand, taking Dean's hand with his when he took it away. He pulled Dean, and effectively Sam, towards him.

"I know you, kiddo. But they won't let you boys leave until they're sure that you're okay."

"Are they going to…?" Dean asked softly. The worry was now evident in his eyes.

"No Dean, they're not going to. They just want to look you over, I promise. I'll be right here, the whole time. "

"You promise?" Sammy asked. He half held onto Dean now and was half turned to look at John.

"You bet I do."

Sammy looked over to Dean, who was looking between John and the shadow of the doctor that was still by the door. He looked down at Sammy and smiled.

You want to do this, his eyes asked the younger. Sam blinked.

Yeah, it's okay.

Okay then. Let's get this over with.

Dean looked back towards John and smiled. John was watching the silent exchange. He had seen already first hand how the two seemed to communicate and was no way nearer to understand it.

Dean nodded.

A/N 2: Soooo, how's everyone! Family good? Yeah great! Sheeppish conversation to distract the VERY MAD readers

So, yeah if youhaven't yet heard, computer went haywire! and then my internet died! But everythings okay now!

Major reason why this took so long: Well, this is the second to last chapter. Yes, there's only one left:'(

That makes me so sad! This has been my best recieved fic! Now what am I going to do without it! But everyone's bugging me to finish this up already, especially me! LoL and I got inspired I guess and here it is! It took me a while... but I finished this! And hopefully I'll finish the story within the week posting it by next tuesday or something. I don't know...but it'll get finished. I have way, way too many stoies right now that I want to fish and some I have completly abandon, so THE BEAST MUST COME TO AN END! Tragic I know!

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