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Call to Arms

"John how's he doing?" Bobby asked from the front.

"Drive faster," were John's only words, and Bobby followed them.

"Ddd..." Dean breathed tossing his head and John knew he shouldn't be surprised at his son's stubborn rebellions against passing out, but somehow he was.

"Right here kiddo, we're almost there, just hang on Dean, can you do that?"

"Yhh..."

"Just hang on son, hang on for your old man and Sammy."

"'kay."

"That's my boy," John ran another hand through his sons hair and Bobby tried to pretend he didn't see the kiss the supposed 'heartless' man planted on Dean's forehead.

"John, you get the boys inside, I'll go to the clinic to get what we need."

"Thanks."

"Not doing it for you John."

John said nothing else as they pulled into Singer's Yard in a blur.

Sam was first out of the car, the poor boy was obviously in shock because he tried to carry Dean all by himself, and carrying Dean's 6.1 muscle built frame was way beyond his capabilities, the kid was tough and could manage it if he had to, but now he was just exhausted and was probably having a hard time even keeping his own head up, let alone carry his big brother single-handedly.

"Sam I got it, it's okay," John tried as he bent round Sam and attempted to pick Dean up, but Sam didn't like that plan.

The kid was growling deep in his throat, John wasn't sure if the kid even knew who he was.

"Sam, you gotta move okay? I can help Dean if you let me."

Sam shook his head angrily, latched onto Dean's belt loop and pulled his big brother to him, or rather tried to, Dean was a dead weight right now.

Bobby sighed, they weren't going to get anywhere, John needed an extra set of hands it seemed and he could only set off for the things Dean needed once they were all out of the truck.

He opened his door, and in one swift move, Sam was in his arms and screaming bloody murder as he pulled him along to the house.

"NNNAAAAAA!! DDDDEEEEEE!!!!"

As they reached his front door Bobby couldn't do anything but try and block out the cries as Sam tried to pull free from him, he was so shocked when he received a punch in the nose that he let his guard down and Sam slipped or rather yanked from his arms and ran back to Dean who was half way up the porch in John's hold right now.

"Sam no," John forced as the kid approached and almost knocked him down in the process of falling from Bobby.

Sam sobbed some more then slowed down when he was warned, he stopped struggling and just gripped Dean's belt when he found it, he wasn't in the way there, but he wasn't letting go this time.

They got to the dining room Bobby mumbled a quick 'are you good now?' John said yes and worked fast as the front door shut, he hoped his improvisation skills would work for him today, Dean needed it for sure, Bobby had good medical supplies, but they could be better.

"Alright let's see what we got," it was a nervous, or rather pure terror habit, he talked when he administered first aid, a few years ago, before Sam, John was sure when he patched up Dean's wounds, when he was unconscious or in pain was the only time he talked to his son for real like they were just normal, and that was one of the saddest thoughts he'd ever had.

He tried to stow the pity party for now and concentrate on his son as he got a large knife from Bobby's draw and cut the rest of Dean's shirt, jacket and t-shirt off in record time before peeling away the bandages Sam had wrapped around the arm well.

"Sam I'm sorry but you gotta move," John almost yelled when Sam was blocking his light.

Sam shuffled all of an inch but it was better than nothing.

A few minutes of prodding and poking Dean's new hole, John put Sam in charge of watching the older boy while he ran round the house trying to locate Bobby's first aid box.

"Ssmm..."

Sam didn't know what Dean said, he didn't even know if sounds came out of his lips, where was that stupid headache that allowed him to hear when he needed it?!

Sam could do nothing but hold the belt loop tighter until it stopped the blood circulation in his finger and hold onto his big brother's hand trying to get it warm...it shouldn't be that cold should it?

"Yourr...fault..."

'W-what?...'

"Ssmmyy...s'fault..."

Sam let out a strangled sob, his ears started to ring, and his heart was pounding what felt like ice through his whole body.

John was back, he was moving closer to Dean and trying to get a good grip on the tweezers he'd found. "Sammy you need give me a little space sport."

'All my fault...Dean knows it's all my fault...I did this to him, I'm gonna kill him...he's gonna die...and it's all my fault!'

"Sam!" he yelled when the boy just stared blankly at Dean's still form. He wasn't sure what else happened, his eyes were so closed in on Dean's knotted bullet wound to realise Sam was gone, and Dean was still mumbling faults...

~S/D~

"You got it?"

"I got it, more than what we need but you never know, also managed to snake some painkillers, antibiotics and a sling," Bobby grumbled when he took his coat off and made his way to Dean on his dining table. "Bullet out yet?" he asked, knowing the answer already when John's hand still gripped the tweezers inside Dean.

"Hang on...just a little further...come on Dean hang on for me kid...oh I got it...I got it!" John repeated when he gripped the bullet with the long tweezers and pulled the metal up and out of Dean's shoulder. "Not too deep," he said but the mess of the cut through flesh said otherwise. It had been that long since Dean had been shot, his wound had started healing already so to get the bullet out they had to use a technique neither of them wanted to. It was painful for everyone and only made the wound bleed more, but every injury had it pros and conswhen it was stitched up.

"Great, now let's get this kid sewn up and some blood into him, god knows what his blood pressure's dropped to by now."

"No arguments here, we really need to start thieving some professional equipment."

"Or we could try the hospital," Bobby growled.

"Hey this was Dean's decision."

"You're meant to be the adult!"

"No, don't pull that guilt crap with me Singer! I already feel bad but I'm doing this for my kids okay."

"Could you please elaborate on that already?!"

"Sam wants this operation, Dean wants Sam to feel safe while he's in the hospital and he's scared that if he ends up there with this bullet wound...Sam won't feel safe anymore if he sees his big brother hurting in one of those white beds. It's crazy I know but they're my kids, what do you expect?"

"True...they were doomed from the start."

"Thanks."

"Alright-, okay speaking of Sam, where is he?"

"Oh fuck....I gotta...can you-"

"I got Dean, you find Sam, he can't have gone far."

John nodded, then ran from the room calling Sam for some crazy reason...maybe Sam would hear him just this once.

"SAM?! Sammy?!" he called searching in the bathroom, living room....library, then he found him. "Sam?" he asked kneeling down next to the kid crouched in the small gap between the wall and Bobby's book shelf. He wasn't too shocked when he saw Sam had been crying his heart out, but he was taken aback when Sam launched himself around his neck and refused to let go as he sobbed. "Sshh, it's okay, I know, I know Sammy, I know, sshhh..." he whispered rubbing the boy's back as he lifted him from the gap and held on tight as he walked back to the dining room.

"He okay?" Bobby asked whilst cutting off the last stitch in Dean's shoulder.

John just shook his head and sat down with Sam in his lap.

"We need to get Dean in a bed, you got Sam?"

John nodded and stood once again with the sobbing mess in his arms, following Bobby who was carrying his eldest without complaint.

~S/D~

"That's it, kid should be coming around soon, his color is coming back at least," Bobby announced when the final unit of blood was done. "He's warmer," he said feeling Dean's forehead then laying the covers back up to his chin to let him have a few more hours of peaceful rest.

"That's good," John said from the other bed that was Sam's, the kid had yet to let go of him so it was decided silently, it would be best for Bobby to take care of Dean and report back to John while he looked after Sam, the kid flipped when Bobby had tried to take him and give his friend's neck a rest. John also thought Dean would want it this way too, as much as he hated it.

"Mmmooww..." Dean grunted at the very moment Sam lifted his head from John's shoulder for the first time in hours, almost as if he knew.

"Dean, how you doing kiddo?"

"Mmmgg..." was all Dean got out before he hissed in pain when he tried to turn onto his side he really hated sleeping on his back.

"Don't do that son, you need to lay still for a few more hours then we'll see about you moving Rambo."

"How'd you even know Rambooo?" Dean slurred with a smirk as his eyes closed once again and he was back to the land of the unconscious.

"Yeah Bobby, how do you know about Rambo?" John smirked, it was a sucky day so far but that didn't mean it couldn't lighten up right? "Sam? Sammy?" John asked when he heard some wheezing, and it wasn't coming from Dean. "Sam it's okay, he's gonna be fine," he promised for the hundredth time as he saw Sam was worked up again. John sighed, 'only one thing for it,' he thought before standing with the boy and walking to Dean's bed, it was the strangest thing when Sam tensed even more, the closer they got to his eldest.

"Maybe we should wait till Dean's awake enough to tell him himself," Bobby suggested.

"Yeah, good plan," John nodded taking Sam back to the other bed and sitting down with him still firmly glued to his side. "Come on Dean wake up son, your brother needs you...hell I need you."

'Okay...maybe I didn't hear that,' Bobby thought as he went to leave the room, giving the Winchesters some time alone.

"Where are you going?" John asked, almost like a scared kid, afraid to be left alone with a huge responsibility that was his 2 wounded sons.

"Food," Bobby whispered before he left with a sympathetic smile...who knew, John Winchester got scared.

~S/D~

"Ow..." Dean grunted, lucid for the first time in 2 days.

"Dean? You awake son?" John asked, leaning over his boy hoping he could be seen with the help of the moonlight shining through the room.

"D'dad?"

"Yeah, it's me Dean, how you feeling?"

"Where's Sammy?"

"Sleeping, he's right here Dean," John nodded to the bed next to him.

"He okay?"

"Yeah, he's fine."

"What happened?"

"What do you remember?" John asked back, he hoped Dean remembered, if he didn't, that was a very bad sign.

"Robbery...got shot, it kinda hurt."

"Yeah I bet, bullets usually do."

"Did you and Bobby get em?"

"What, the bullets?"

"Huh?"

"The bullet's out Dean yeah."

"No, not bullet, the guys...did you get em?"

"With the help of Sammy, sure did kiddo, they won't be robbing anywhere for a long time don't you worry."

"Do I wanna know?" Dean smirked.

"Probably not," John said in all honesty, the guys they left bleeding on the floor probably had more broken bones than the hospital would care to count, they would be in pain for a very long time.

"M'sorry dad, was all my fault, I walked into an ambush, without a gun too."

"No it wasn't Dean, it was a pretty hectic day for all of us, you don't have to apologize for anything okay?"

Dean nodded, sleep was calling again, only he didn't wanna...

"How you feeling then?"

"Mgg...hurts."

"Bad?" John winced, Dean never admitted pain.

"Yeah...rub it for me."

"Dean I'm not sure me rubbing a bullet hole is gonna make the pain go away, it would probably make it worse."

"No not my arm, my foot."

"Your foot?"

"Uh-huh."

John frowned, his panic upping a notch as he pulled back the covers to get a look at Dean's feet, he almost laughed when he saw the right one twitching.

"You have a nasty bullet hole, blood loss, a whole lot of bruised ribs and the rest, and the thing that hurts is your cramping foot?"

"M'yeah," Dean whined, shaking his foot around a little but it only caused more pain in the rest of his body.

"Unbelievable," John muttered as he took a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Very true," Dean joked then let himself relax when his father rubbed his tight foot muscles between his warm hands.

"Smart ass."

"Again true."

"Last time I did this for you was when you were 14."

"I know, growing pains suck ass."

"Sammy's gonna need your help when he gets taller, kid's gonna make green giant look like a Borrower at this rate."

"No way, s'not gonna be taller than me."

"I think he just might be kiddo."

"M'not a kiddo, old man."

"Well right now you're mine so shut up, go back to sleep."

"M'hungry," he moaned as his dad still held his foot, for what reason now he didn't know, the cramp was over.

"We'll see how well you're feeling in the morning, then you can have something to eat, don't want you puking, you just got your fluids back."

"Yeah...what's biting my hand?" Dean asked going to scratch it.

"Ah, no, don't, it's an IV, needs to stay in just in case."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"Uh, you suck when I'm injured."

"And you're whiney when you're injured. Get some sleep Dean, I'll be here."

"Good...look after Sammy."

"You know I will."

"Uh-huh."

"Night Dean."

"Don't you dare kiss me again."

"I think you're delirious," John smiled.

"Am not, night dad..."

"Night kiddo."

TBC...

I know this took forever, but 22 is already written if that's any consolation.