A/N: Real life has come up and kicked me in the ass, I believe reviews would make me happier.

See first chapter for disclaimer.

Warning: Violence and slight language, but nothing too bad.

My Brother's Keeper

Chapter 10: Here We go

The bubbly, energetic Kara had returned on the drive back to the Winchester's house. She talked endlessly about the stories she had heard about John and his family. It surprised him to find that some of the exploits they had been credited with weren't even done by them. When he inquired about it she answered that they mostly assumed. When something supernatural went down and no one else claimed it the Winchesters were given the credit. John didn't know what to think about the whole situation. He wasn't quite comfortable with strangers keeping track of his family.

Kara would change the subject quickly, with little warning. She pressed him for more details about his involvement with the curse. He answered her questions, praying that she would soon run out of breath. John was again reminded of a younger Sam. When she asked about the younger boy, he continued to skirt around it. Why Sam couldn't help was none of her concern.

John parked the Impala close to the house, intending to get Dean out and into the car quickly. He wanted to get this over with now. He wanted Dean back and this woman out of their lives. And then he wanted to leave. He wouldn't be able to settle until each one of those was completed.

"Stay here. I'll be right back." John said. He got out of the car and jogged to the door. He opened it and went to close it behind him, but was stopped. Kara pushed her way through and into the house. He gripped the door tightly, making his knuckles white, "I told you to... where are you going?"

Kara flashed him a smile before going into the living room.

"Dad?" He could hear Sam ask from the next room.

John growled to himself softly. He could not wait to get rid of the odd woman. He shut the door and followed Kara into the living room.

Kara had her hands clasped together, looking at Sam with concern in her eyes, "Oh, you poor dear! So this is what your father meant."

Sam watched the woman with wide eyes and confusion written across his face. He dragged his gaze away from her to look up at his father. He asked again, "Dad?"

"Sam, this is Kara." He said before turning to Kara, "And I don't really appreciate you coming in here. I told you to wait in the car."

She ignored him and moved closer to Sam. She leaned down to look the teenager in eye, "Do you think that you're up to helping Dean?"

John nearly choked at her words. He could not believe she had just said that. The nerve of the woman! He had not planned on bringing Sam into this, whether he was feeling better or not. He wanted his son resting at home, where there was no possibility of Dean hurting him again. He would have throttled the woman, had Sam not grabbed his attention.

"Dean?" Sam asked her, before looking up to his father, "I can help."

"Sam-"

"What do you need me to do?"

"Sam!" John rubbed his forehead. What had they ever done to deserve this whole situation? He pointed a finger at Kara, "You! Out. Now."

Kara stood straight and readied herself for the argument, "Sam's going to need help getting to the car and you have to go get Dean."

"Sam will not need help going to the car, because Sam will not be going to the car."

"Why not?" Sam asked. His brow furrowed. If he could help, why wasn't his father letting him?

"You're injured. You're not up to it."

"Well, what do I need to do?" he asked, turning back to Kara.

John silently cursed the boy's rebelliousness. His son's refusal to listen without question was coming back to bite him.

"All you need to do is shoot a gun." Kara answered.

"What? We can destroy the statue just by shooting it?" John asked, incredulous.

"With hallowed bullets, yes."

"Then why can't I shoot it? Or why can't you, for that matter? We don't need Sam."

"It needs to be done immediately or the curse will take hold and protect it. It will take too much time for either of us."

Sam pleaded the case further, "Dad, I can do this. Please. Let me help."

"Your strong arm is up in a sling, Sam." John stated, trying to come up with any excuse he could.

"I can shoot just as well with my left. You taught me that." Sam pointed out. It was the one time his father was disappointed with training his sons so much.

"I can assure you that he will be out of harms way. You and I can keep Dean occupied." Kara assured the older Winchester.

John sighed angrily. They were ganging up on him, and he didn't like it one bit. What made it even worse was that they were making sense. They would need someone else there, and Sam was the only person around to do it. He conceded, "Fine. I'm going to get Dean." He returned quickly, straining to carry his son's weight.

Kara looked up from helping Sam and gasped. Starring at the unconscious, bound man in John's arms, she asked, "Good god! What did you do to him."

John Winchester did not like having his actions questioned. His frustration was nearly at his limit with this woman. "I made sure he wouldn't be a danger to us."

Kara shook her head but didn't say another word. She took a hold of Sam's good arm and started helping him to the door.

John was glad to see that Kara had made sure Sam was properly dressed, now with a coat wrapped around his shoulders. He looked down at the shoes and stopped them, "Whoa, whoa, whoa." Kara and Sam both gave him a questioning look, so he gestured with his head to Sam's feet. The scuffed up Converses he wore were untied. He explained, "No way are we going into this with you shaky on your feet and wearing untied shoes."

Kara looked down at the shoes and said, "I'll get 'em."

As she started to kneel Sam took a faltering step backwards, "What? No. No way."

"Samuel." Kara chastised in a maternal voice.

"No way! I'm not four years old anymore." Sam stated, his pride getting the best of him. Embarrassment flushed his cheeks red at the thought off Kara tying his shoes for him.

"Sam, let her tie the damn shoes or stay here!" John ordered, continuing his struggle with getting Dean to the car. He was pleased to see Sam's shoes tied when he and Kara came out soon after. He let Kara drive while he sat in the backseat with Dean, hoping the younger man would stay unconscious until it was all over.

Sam slid into the front passenger seat and took a deep breath. He resisted the urge to look back at his brother. As Kara put the Impala in reverse he muttered, "Here we go."

TBC