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Chapter Nine

Strong arms wrapped around the prone form. Gentle, loving, quivering with emotion.

The teenager made no response to the movement, oblivious to the world around him. That scared John a little; he wanted Dean to sit up, push him away and say his famous "I'm fine" line.

Who can blame the guy for dreaming? He gently lifted his son into his arms and stood up, looking around the room for the youngster who had come in with him.

Sam had Dean's bag slung over his shoulder, he was watching Dean with watering eyes.

"Sam, come on, lets go." John said in a calm voice, careful not to anger the boy, the last thing he needed was a full blown yelling match, here of all places.

Sam nodded; he waited for his father to step over the fallen body of Red McFinnigan as though it wasn't there before he slowly walked forward.

Fights had started up elsewhere in the room; people were no longer looking at the child, sometimes being little had its advantages. He bent down, flipping open a pocket and taking the lone four hundred dollars that McFinnigan had.

"Now we're even." He told the body even though it was apparent the bloody figure would never register the words or now they had been spoken.

He followed his father silently, petrified for Dean. He had never seen Dean collapse like that. He had never seen him just fall onto the floor like he had no bones to provide a minute amount of structure.

He was secretly glad his father was here; his mind strayed back to earlier that day, well aware that they had never expected John to return. He shuddered to think what might have happened if they hadn't come. The fact that Sam would have had no way of finding Dean was painfully obvious.

Despite all the resentment he harboured for his father, he was glad that he had him.

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John laid Dean on across the back seat, holding him as Sam climbed up beside his brother, laying the bruised lap.

John smiled slightly as Sam's attachment to his brother, wondering if it was all together a good thing.

He sat in the driver's seat and set out onto the road.

"Hospital?"

It was partly a question, partly an order. John was surprised his son could use that tone of voice, probably inherited.

"No Sam, motel." On any other night Sam might complain about his lack of a complete sentence. He was relieved to find that Sam had no intention of giving an English lesson tonight.

"Dean is hurt Dad." Sam said as if John hadn't noticed. John nodded.

"Not too badly, we can fix him up, the hospital would probably call the police and then we might end up in trouble." He pointed out, not wanting to go into the 'why all police officers should be avoided, not only because they have stupid uniforms but because law + Winchester bad things happening.'

To his ultimate surprise Sam nodded, for the first time in a long time he agreed completely with his father.

He let his head rest of the seat, a stray hand brushed Dean's hair gently.

OoOoOoO

John pulled up outside they're room, thankful to every deity that the door to their apartment came out just beside the parking lot, and that they had no foyers and hallways to tackle. He was even more thankful that the area was deserted.

He had no idea how to explain the reason he was carrying an unconscious beaten teenager into his cheap motel room in the middle of the night.

It was suspicious enough. He turned of the engine, twisting in his seat to check on Dean.

Dean's head has in Sammy's lap; Sam had one hand through his brother's hair and the other resting on Dean's chest, as though feeling for a heartbeat. The younger of the boys was slumped against the seat, eyes shut in a deep slumber.

He smiled. Proud of his boys as he climbed out of the car and went around the side, about to open the door.

He waited a moment, trying to think of the best way to wake Sam without harming Dean.

He sighed, why was life so difficult, reaching out he used one hand to hold Dean steady in case Sam starting squirming, then he shook Sam awake.

Brown eyes opened slowly, staring at John's for a moment before a quiet moan broke through their silence.

TBC

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A/N:

I'd just like to point out I'm a student with no medical training so you'll have to ignore anything that seems unrealistic in up coming chapters, though depending on how I write them we might be able to avoid a lot of that.

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