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Falling into place

"DEAN! Oh my god Dean!"

"M'fine," the older boy grunted as Sam kneeled down next to him.

It was a little tricky but once Steve woke up from all Sam's screaming and helped him move the wardrobe from the doorway, they got to Dean pretty quickly and now all they had to do was make sure he was okay, he was breathing so Sam would take what he could get right now.

"Where did he go?"

"He's gone…Sam I…"

"What Dean?" he asked as Steve helped them both to stand.

"I think…I think my parents were here…they helped me."

"S-so…he's really gone?"

"Most definitely," Dean smirked, he didn't know what, he couldn't put his finger on it, but something about him…about the air around him was just different, better.

"Are you sure you're okay Dean?" Steve pressed, "You don't look so good."

"Have you looked in the mirror lately?" Dean joked.

"Come on boys, sounds like the parents are back…let's pray they're in one piece."

"They're fine…I promise Sam."

SPN

"Sit down," Mary ordered as she ordered her husband over to the couch.

"Mar I'm fine."

"John you really suck ass at lying."

"Mary!" John yelled before pulling a rather shocked and amused face.

"What?" she asked when he dropped to the couch.

"I don't know where this bad ass chick came from but I like her."

"Shut up John, what is it with men and sex?" she asked rhetorically before noticing it was quiet, too quiet. "I'll go check upstairs," she whispered but found out she didn't need to when Steve, Sam and Dean came down the steps, all of them looked breathless, Steve had a cut on his forehead, a few bruised ribs by the looks of how he was holding his side and Dean's swollen eyes were still a shock, but Sam looked positively fine, a little scared but mostly okay, not that she should be surprised with Dean around.

"Dad what happened?" Sam asked walking over to his father whilst pulling Dean along with him.

"It's fine Sammy, I'm fine."

"Your father managed to dig up and kill his very first spirit then to celebrate he walked into a barbed fence."

"I did not walk into it."

"Do you prefer the term stole?" she asked with a smirk that even made Dean laugh.

"Alright, round up, is everyone okay?" John asked tugging the boys to come sit down at either side of him.

"We're good thanks to this kid...damn Dean can be bossy when he wants to," Steve joked but patted the boy on the shoulder.

"Dean kicked butt mom," Sam smiled.

When they all looked over at the young boy, their faces full of praise, they all suddenly frowned.

"Dean what are you doing kid?" John asked when his grazed leg was lifted to rest on the coffee table and Dean rolled up his pant leg, it wasn't bad, barely a cut worth cleaning, there wasn't even blood on his now torn jeans, but Dean seemed to think otherwise.

"Oh...s-sorry...um, habit?" he cringed, stopping what he was doing.

"What habit?"

"Um...when my...when Ron...it was my job to patch up his friends and...as long as I kept my mouth shut he didn't show that side of himself around them if I helped out...s-sorry," he mumbled once again.

"No, it's okay, Dean you don't have to feel like patching me up is a necessity."

"Um...okay, sorry," Dean fell silent and just stared at the blood dripping down the man's leg, it was like watching a waterfall...the running blood was almost possessing him, and that was just a scary thought.

"Go ahead...Mary will probably rip my leg off just to punish me for leaving the toilet seat up all these years."

Dean chuckled, then went serious and wiped up some of the blood with the wipes from the kit still left on the floor from when they used it for him.

"I'm gonna go make us something to eat, you hungry Steve?"

"Yeah, hang on this is my house."

"You're hurt, maybe even a concussion, and we owe you so-" the two of them left for the kitchen, both bickering over who got to cook.

John shook his head at the two fighting like they were the married couple then turned his attention back to the kids, Sam seemed tired, his son's head was resting on his shoulder and his breathing was evening out.

Dean was busy with the first aid kit, he looked like a pro, it was heart breaking at how professional and how good Dean looked at doing this sort of thing, how many times had he been made to clean up strangers wounds after hunts and stuff?

John suppressed every hiss and grunt for the kid cleaning up his graze, he didn't even yell out when the antiseptic pads were pressed on the cut on his calf from where the wire tip had caught him.

The kid was like a miracle worker with fast movements his leg was wrapped and set back down to the floor; that had to be the quickest patch up job he'd ever had, and that included all his years as a marine.

"Thanks champ," he smiled before nodding for Dean to come sit back down, he looked utterly exhausted. "Long night huh kids?"

"Weird night…my mom kicks ass."

"That she does Sammy."

"Did Ron come after you dad?"

"For a few seconds, barely a minute then he left again. Why?"

"I know why he left again."

"Why?"

"Dean…he went out of the salted room so Ron would come after him again and left you and mom alone."

"Dean that is pretty…" his voice trailed off when he saw Dean's damp skin. "Dean?" he asked shaking the kid a little, his tone serious and worried.

"Dad?" Sam asked sitting up and twisting so he could see what was wrong, he felt like crying for the hundredth time that night when he saw how pale Dean was and he heard the heavy wheezing.

John swung himself round careful of his youngest behind him then rushed from the sofa to kneel down next to the kid who didn't look like he could breathe like he was meant to, why didn't he see this before?! Why didn't Dean say anything?!

"Dean? Dean open your eyes for me," thankfully the boy did as requested and moaned when the hard light from the rising sun hit his face. "Okay let's get you laying down kiddo."

Sam moved from the couch and watched as his father gently picked Dean up and laid him down.

"Dean, where does it hurt son?" John asked trying to find the source of Dean's pain.

"S-stomach...wet..."

"Oh shit..." John cursed, if Dean said it was wet that couldn't be good. "Oh damn it Dean!" he yelled, his worry coming out at anger when he saw the huge mesh of bruises and the long gash on the boy's abdomen. He dreaded to think what state his back was in. "Why the hell didn't you tell us?!"

Dean whimpered, he curled away and started to shake in fear.

"Dad!" Sam yelled telling his father off for yelling at Dean and making him scared.

"Right, right I'm sorry son, I'm sorry, come on, we need to go to the hospital with that, Mary!" he yelled whilst he made a make shift wrap from one of Steve's old pressure bandages, it being the only thing big enough.

Mary and Steve ran in forgetting about the food.

"I'll go start my car," Steve grabbed his keys when he saw the blood on his cream couch.

"John you got him?" Mary asked as she wrapped the blanket from nearby around Dean's shoulders before letting them both leave for Steve's car, John never limped once in his step because he just couldn't risk jarring Dean's injuries any more.

"M-mom?" Sam asked when she wasn't letting him follow.

"We'll follow in our car honey," she promised before grabbing their keys. This nightmare just wasn't going to end was it…

TBC…

*Does happy dance to Lady Gaga!!*

"Eh eh! So happy I could die"!Close but not quite literally…please!

Ooohh….now Paramore's on!

"To bury the castle; bury the castle
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da!!"

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