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It was like time froze around John as he stared at his limp, unbreathing son before he snapped into action. He stowed away his panic, paralyzing fear, and mind numbing devastation and positioned himself over Sam's chest.

"Caleb! Joshua!" John screamed as he started to do CPR on Sam.

The two freshly showered teenagers burst through the doorway, Dean hot at their heels. The three of them froze as they took in the scene of John pumping on Sam's chest as he gave him chest compressions.

"Call 911, Now!" The father shouted frantically, not pausing even a second from what he was doing.

John's shout caused them to snap back to reality and both Caleb and Joshua scrambled to do what was necessary.

The father was only mildly aware of what was happening around him as he gave Sam two rescue breaths then continued chest compressions. He vaguely heard a frantic Caleb shouting into the phone while on the call with 911 and Joshua comforting a sobbing Dean. John's heart tore at the sound of Dean's heart wrenching sobs but he focused on reviving his youngest.

"Come on Sammy, come on. Don't do this to me, tiger." John pleaded as his vision blurred with tears.

Just then, as if Sam heard his father, he took in a small breath, followed by more struggling wheezy breaths but John didn't care. His son was breathing. His son… His baby was alive.

Turning Sam on his side in the recovery position, he tilted the little head slightly to keep his airway clear and kept two fingers on Sam's neck, relishing in the fact that Sam's heart was beating and that his lungs were online again.

"John… They're send… sending EMTs from the ranger sta…station." Caleb stuttered, the psychic teenager feeling extremely shaky from what had transpired not three minutes ago.

John nodded, keeping his attention on Sam who was still breathing, then beckoned Dean to come over. The crying child ran towards his father's arms and clung to him.

"It's okay, it's okay. Sammy's breathing. Boys, Sammy's breathing," the father reassured all three pale and shaking boys, all three of which had tears streaming down their cheeks.

There was a knock on the door and Josua rushed to open it, revealing two EMTs with a gurney between them. The two wasted no time, running over to the prone little body on the floor and got to work. Taking vitals, placing the tiniest oxygen mask John had ever seen on Sam's face, taking blood, and inserting an IV line in the back of the tiny hand.

"We need to take him to the hospital right now. Sir, would you like to ride on the gurney with Sam? With little ones we like to keep them comfortable and your presence is like medicine to him at the moment," One of the EMTs, Mark, explained.

John nodded and rode on the gurney, allowing them to strap him on then transferring Sam into his arms so the baby was lying on his chest. Sam had started to breathe heavily when his dad wasn't in his sight, clearly panicking, but calmed down when he was in his dad's arms again. He was still unnaturally quiet, but he was breathing and that was all that mattered to John at the moment.

"Can they ride with us too? There's no way for them to follow us since no one can drive but me and the closest family we have are about 45 minutes away," John asked, his eyes glinting protectively.

The other EMT, Lucas, recognized a protective father when he saw one, as well as the three other boys who were clearly traumatized, and nodded smiling.

"Of course, but they have to promise not to get in the way."

The teenagers nodded "We promise," they said simultaneously. Dean just nodded his head quietly.

Together, Mark and Lucas wheeled the gurney with their patient into the ambulance, with Caleb, Joshua, and Dean following suite.

Once the ambulance was moving, Mark stared at the two teenagers and child and noticed something wrong. The child was frozen and pale, shivering.

'The boy is clearly in shock, and for good reason,' the EMT thought to himself, he wouldn't know what he would do if he witnessed his little brother die then resuscitated, and he was an adult. For a child…

Kneeling next to him, he draped a shock blanket over the boy's form and shined a penlight in his eyes.

"Hey buddy, what's your name?"

The child took a couple of seconds then blinked at him before replying, his voice so low that Mark had to strain his ears to hear him. "Dean."

"Well, Dean, I'm going to tell you something. What you witnessed was Sammy having a febrile seizure. It's a seizure that happens when a baby's fever becomes too high. But don't worry, febrile seizures are usually harmless and don't have any lasting side effects.

Dean's bottom lip quivered "But he wasn't breathing, and daddy had to breathe for him."

Caleb noticed Dean becoming distressed so he put his arm around the child "But he's breathing again, ain't he Deuce? And you know our Sammy, he always bounces back, no matter what."

They all looked over at Sam, who was currently sleeping on John's chest, oxygen mask fogging everytime he took a breath. And with that Dean relaxed as fresh tears made their way across his cheeks. Caleb rubbed his arm comfortingly while Joshua smoothed his hair.

"Let it out, buddy. Let it out."

Mark watched the scene unfold with a touched heart. Feeling assured that Dean was now being taken care of, he turned his attention towards Sam.

The rest of the ambulance ride was uneventful, Sam's fever was going down steadily with the IV antipyretics administered.

Upon arrival to the hospital, they were whisked away to a room in the Emergency Room where doctors conducted further examinations on Sam such as taking his temperature with an ear thermometer, asking the EMTs questions about Sam's treatment, and placing electrodes on his chest to monitor Sam's vitals since the baby was still lying across John's chest.

The diagnosis was just like the EMT had told them. A febrile seizure caused by a high fever. There were no infections or lasting damage, the fever had been caused by the flu. However, Sam's body tended to spike fevers very fast which is how things got out of control.

The relief John and the boys felt was immense at that, although their mind still reeled from the traumatic event.

That's when John remembered "Dang it. I haven't called Jim and Mac."

"I can lie with him, daddy. You go call Uncle Jim and Uncle Mac." Dean jumped at the first opportunity to be next to his brother.

John relented, slipping off the bed and lifting Dean to place him next to a sleeping Sam, who was now missing the oxygen mask thankfully, then slipped off to call his surrogate brothers.

"John?"

"Jim, it's Sammy."

There was a pause from the other end of the line and John knew that all the blood had drained from The Guardian's face

"What's wrong with Sammy, John?"

"He caught the cold Dean had and it somehow escalated, becoming the flu. His fever spiked so hard… He had a seizure, Jim." John had to pause to recollect himself then continued.

"He stopped breathing." John's voice broke at the end.

There was a gasp at the other end of the line but the pastor didn't speak, much too shocked by the revelation, John assumed. John had known Jim for a while now, and knew how much he loved his kids. To lose one of them would be a catastrophe for the priest, so he rushed to assure him.

"We got him back but we're at the hospital. He's doing better, they just want to monitor him for a few days. You don't have to come up here, I'll update you on the phone."

"John, don't test my patience. Mac's upstairs, I'll tell him so you don't need to call him and we'll be on our way. Call us if, God forbid, anything happens. I'll be praying."

"Will do. Bye Jim." John hung up the phone then walked back to be with his kids.

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No cliffie this time.