Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 28
Warning: Some cursing ahead
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Previously: S'okay kiddo, you get some sleep." John encouraged as he once again carded his fingers through Sam's hair, grateful that his youngest wasn't hurt badly in the fight. Like with Dean, Sam had a few noticeable bruises, but he seemed to be doing relatively okay. Hopefully, the doctor would be releasing the boys soon and they could head back to the salvage yard.
Once his youngest was safely asleep on the bed with his big brother watching over him, John and Bobby decided to walk down to the cafeteria for a cup of some badly needed caffeine while they waited to see whether or not the boys would be released tonight. As they walked down the hallway, they passed by one of the treatment rooms and overheard the conversation going on inside.
"Just you wait until I get out of here, those two assholes are going to wish they never met the likes of me." Gage stated as he ranted and raved about the broken nose he now sported from the fight. "If that little bastard thought his hand was hurting already, he'll really know what pain is when I get through with his sorry ass."
"You can have the whiny little bitch, it's his big brother I can't wait to get my hands on" One of the others sneered as he held his hand to his wounded ribs. "I'm going to how kill that….what the hell?" He gasped as he suddenly found himself grasped by the collar and tugged up to look into the eyes of one of the meanest looking men he had ever seen.
"You sorry little sons of bitches think you're so tough, well I'm here to tell you that your nothing but frigging cowards for attacking my son when it was obvious he was already injured." John spat into the punk's face with hatred showing in his eyes. "You better count your lucky stars that an eye witness called the cops or you would be six feet under right now." John informed the punk as he backhanded him harshly across the face.
Seeing that John was too focused on the one hoodlum to notice the other coming around, Bobby grabbed him by the lapels and gave him a quick jab to the ribs. "What the hell do you think you're up to ya good for nothing piece of garbage?"
"Get your hands off of me." Gage snarled, fear evident in his eyes wondering who in the hell these men were for entering their hospital room.
"Gladly" Bobby answered as he slammed the ruffian against the wall before pushing him butt first into the large trash receptacle in the room. "I always make sure to throw out the trash."
Returning to the ER room after getting a cup of coffee, Officer Greg Young was surprised to hear the sounds of scuffling coming from the treatment room where he had left two of the boys to be seen about. Rushing into the room, he saw two angry looking men in a confrontation with the two thugs he had left there. "What the hell is going on in here?" He questioned in a booming voice filled with authority.
Turning in anger, John noticed the police officer standing before him and reined in his rage. "These two pieces of filth were just threatening my boys." John answered as he glared at the two hooligans once again. "My friend and I were just walking by and happened to overhear them talking about what they were going to do to them once they get out of here." John ended his statement with one last swing of his fist which caught the unsuspecting thug he was holding by surprise.
"Son of a bitch, did you see what he just did? I want him arrested for assault and battery." The boy groaned out as he fell to his knees clutching his extremely painful right eye with his hand. There was no doubt it would be swollen shut within minutes.
"What, I didn't see anything" Greg stated as he stood looking ahead innocently. He couldn't blame the father for losing his cool after the way they had attacked his sons, especially with one of them unable to really defend himself. "As for assault and battery, I'd say this man has every right to press charges against you and your friends for what you've done tonight if he is so willing."
"No, I think my boys have gotten justice." John said as he shook out the pain in his fist. "As long as they stay away from my boys, then I won't press charges. But if they come around again…" John left the menacing statement open ended with just enough of a threat that he hoped they wouldn't have to deal with the hooligans anymore.
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A few hours after having returned from their coffee run, John was given the word that he could finally take his boys home. The ER doctor had instructed him to keep a close eye on Sam's hand and return to the hospital immediately if they were any signs of swelling or an increase in pain. Breathing a sigh of relief, John had loaded the boys up in the Impala with Sam taking over the back seat where he could stretch out and sleep since he was still pretty well medicated to the gills. Pulling out of the hospital parking lot, he fell in line behind Bobby as they headed back to Singer Salvage.
"Hey Dad, I know you're pretty upset about what happened, and I'm willing to accept whatever punishment you hand out for not doing my job, but please don't be mad at Sammy for fighting with his busted hand, he was just trying to protect me." Dean said as he chewed on his bottom lip now that they were alone. He had been waiting a while to have this talk and wanted to do it in private so no one would witness him being dressed down for not protecting Sammy.
"Wait a minute Dean, what gives you the impression that I'm mad and plan on punishing you?" John questioned, honestly perplexed by what his son had just said.
"I just thought with the way you let me have it over the phone that I was in for…"
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that Ace." John said interrupting his oldest child. "You just caught me by surprise when you called and I kind of let my mouth get away with me, but I know the fight wasn't your fault. And son, I could never be mad at your brother for doing something that I have instilled in you two for years, to protect each other."
Dean was taken aback by his father's apology since he was sure John was going to let him have it with both barrel for getting into a fight, especially one where the law had been called in. ""Cristo." He muttered under his breath just to make sure than John hadn't been possessed since the last time he saw him.
"Very funny Dean." John retorted as he rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"Just making sure Dad." Dean snickered as he slumped down in his seat and lay his head towards the window, it had been a long night.
John smiled as he reached over and ruffled Dean's hair with his hand only to have it slapped away as Dean mumbled something about no chick flick moments. Glancing into the rearview mirror, he adjusted it to take a look at Sam who was still sleeping soundly on the back seat. He hated seeing the bruise on his cheek, knowing that Sam had had more than enough of those to last him a lifetime over the past few weeks. But he had gotten a little payback for his boys which gave him a feeling of contentment. Seeing the turn signal flashing on Bobby's truck, he was surprised to find they had already made it back to the salvage yard. "Damn that was a fast trip." He muttered as he swiped a calloused hand across his jaw.
Parking the Impala beside Bobby's truck, he watched the hunter climb out and walk around the back of the truck to offer assistance if needed. Reaching over to shake Dean's shoulder, John watched as his son opened weary eyes before stretching as best he could in the car. "Go on inside Dean, I'll help your brother." John told his oldest as he watched Dean open the car door.
Climbing out of the car himself, John eased the rear door open as he leaned inside the car. "Sammy, time to wake up and get you back inside Bobby's house." John softly voiced as he placed a hand on his son's leg and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Huh?" Sam questioned before snuggling under Dean's jacket that had been placed over him halfway through the trip home and emitting a soft snore.
"Come on Tiger, you too big for me to carry now." John voiced with a smile as he gently tugged on Sam's good arm to pull him into a sitting position. Seeing the glazed look in Sam's eyes and knowing that he was pretty well out of it, John wrapped an arm around Sam's waist and hoisted him to his feet.
"Alright kiddo, one foot in front of the other." John encouraged as he half prodded, half dragged Sam along.
"You need any help with him?" Bobby questioned as he closed the rear door on the Impala and strolled up on the other side of Sammy.
"Nah, I've got him, thanks Bobby." John answered content with the feeling of being the one to help his baby boy for a change. Climbing the front porch steps, he waited for Bobby to open the screen door and then followed the hunter inside before leading Sam up to his and Dean's room.
Lowering his youngest onto the bed into a sitting position, he bent down and untied his shoes before taking them off. Pulling off Sam's socks, he was surprised when Sam jerked his feet away and started giggling.
"St-stop dad, that tickles." Sammy slurred with a giggle as he wobbled slightly on the bed just as Dean walked into the room after having stopped by the bathroom.
"Whoa there Sammy." Dean said as he placed a steadying hand on his brothers shoulders to keep him from falling off the bed.
"M'okay Dean." Sam stated as he looked up at his brother with a grin on his face. "We sure kicked their asses didn't we?"
"You got that right Sammy." Dean answered as he lowered Sam back onto the bed. "Time for you to go back to sleep."
"Not tired." Sam replied with a yawn as his dad unsnapped his jeans, lowered the zipper and began to pull them off.
"Sure you not kiddo." Dean agreed as he watched Sammy slowly close his eyes and fade off to sleep. Brushing his fingers through Sam's hair, he winced at the sight of the bruise on his cheek knowing that Sam should have never gotten it in the first place. "G'night Tiger." He whispered just before pulling the comforter over his brother and going to his own bed.
"See you boys in the morning." John whispered before turning off the light and closing the door. It was well past midnight and he was in desperate need of sleep himself.
TBC. Just one or two more chapters to go I think. Hope you enjoyed this one!
