A/N: I am curious to see the reaction to this part G>
Part 5
Sam watched his father place his belongings in the duffle bag the hospital had provided. Sam had already been released a week earlier. John's injuries had required an additional week –with pins having been placed in his leg, and his spleen being removed. "You're leaving." Sam said it as a statement. Sam had gotten Dean moved to the same room as John, believing that it would hasten Dean's recovery.
"Yes, I am." John zipped up the bag, and with his other hand grabbed the cane.
"You're son is in a coma." Sam stood up from the recliner which had been his home for the past week. He gestured to Dean, laying motionless in the hospital bed. "You hear me?"
John looked over to his oldest son, then looked back at his youngest. "Sam, we have a demon to hunt while your brother there takes a nap. Bobby's been a big help-saving the Impala and our asses, but there's only one bullet in the gun. . ."
"Coma, Dad." Sam blocked his father's path to the exit. "He's in a coma."
John continued, speaking over Sam. "And he understands why we just can't wait for him to wake up-they're everywhere, Sam. . ." John fidgeted, placing weight on his good leg. "Dean will be fine."
"You don't know that!" Sam stepped forward, closing the distance so that he was face to face with his father. "God, what wrong with you-son of a bitch." Sam was incensed with his father's idea of abandoning Dean. "And who is going to protect him?"
"Bobby can check on him." John replied, and Sam knew that John had been planning his exit for quite some time.
Sam crossed his arms in defiance. "I'm staying."
"I'm taking the gun with me." John foisted the duffle bag on his shoulder, then reached out to hug his son. "The demon, Sam-it's after us.'
Sam shook his head and stepped out of the hug. "Dean needs us."
John shuffled to the end of Dean's bed, resting his hand on his son's foot. "Dean will understand."
"Go," Sam ordered, going to the Dean's bedside. "Don't call us, we'll call you."
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TBC