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A/N: Sorry it took so long for this chapter to come up. I've been very sick. Hope you like it! Please once again forgive any errors, they are unintentional.

Also: To all those Australians and New Zealanders out there in commeration of Anzac Day tomorrow I would like to say, 'Lest We Forget' all those brave men and women.

Chapter Three

Previously:

'Sammy' Dean mumbled as he ran to his brother's side hoping for a response. But, it was no use, Sam had fallen into darkness, and Dean couldn't find a pulse.

'Come on Sammy! Stay with me,' pleaded Dean as he began performing CPR.

Once checking the shapeshifter was dead, John rushed to Sam's other side placing one hand on his youngest son's forehead and the other on his neck to feel a pulse. To his horror, he felt nothing under his fingers.

'Sammy!' John attempted to call his son back from the abyss.

For four long minutes John kept his fingers on the vein in Sam's neck as Dean rhythmically compressed his chest and blew into his mouth. Every second gone by was destroying any chance of Sam ever returning.

'Don't leave us Sammy.' John murmured. 'You're a Winchester, you're stronger than anything.'

Then as if by magic, John felt something move against his fingers. He prayed it would happen again. It did, until it became a steady rhythm. Sam coughed weakly but didn't awake. Dean had saved Sam … once again.

Slipping easily back into command mode, John ordered, 'Dean. Medical kit. Car. Hurry.' He then walked over to Allan Moore, untied his hands only, turned abruptly and went to the kitchen.

Mr Moore freed himself and then set about freeing his family. He untied Jessica first who ran immediately to Sam's side, cradling his head in her lap and clasping his hands in hers.

'Oh, Sam' she cried softly.

She could hear whom she presumed to be Sam's dad in the kitchen talking on the phone to what sounded like 911.

'Yes. … Ambulance right away. … My son is badly injured, he stopped breathing. My other son managed to revive him. … How long?' And with that the phone was hung up.

John re-entered the room so quickly it startled the Moore's.

'What the hell is going on here' Allan confronted John.

'There's no time to explain now. But we need to get one thing straight.' All four eyes were focused on John.

'I know what went on here does not make sense; I will explain it all in good time. Sammy here is more of a priority. There are going to be lots of questions that we CAN'T answer. People just don't understand.

'Here's the story. Someone broke into your home. He tied you up and hurt Sam. I arrived to visit my son for Thanksgiving and found that "man" about to kill Sam and shot him to save my son's life. That's all there is to it, got it? Sam's life is more important than the truth at the moment.'

All four heads nodded in agreement.

He turned to the lady of the house, 'Uhh …'

'My name is Jill.'

'Ah, Jill. Do you have any towels? Need to stop the bleeding' he stated.

'Ok. Chris run to the bathroom and bring back a wet face washer, I'll grab the towels.' Jill and Chris promptly left the room.

'I'll wait out the front for the ambulance,' and Allan too left the room.

Jess and John made eye contact.

'Jess. Sam's girlfriend.'

'John. Sam's Dad.' They both said awkwardly.

'Where the hell is Dean?' John grumbled. Without even uttering a word, he leant down to check Sam's pulse and breathing once again. Satisfied, John ran out the front door to see what was keeping Dean.

Then to Jess's amazement Sam's stirred. Even though his eyes were caked in blood, he still managed to open them a crack.

'Jess' he whispered.

'Shh, Sam. Don't talk. Everything is going to be okay now. There's an ambulance on the way.'

''m sorry Jessie. Didn't mean … find out …'

'It's okay Sam. As long as you're alright nothing matters.'

Sam grimaced in pain. His breathing was beginning to struggle once more.

'I just wish … I could … seen Dad 'n' Dean once … more. Tell 'em … love them … sorry.'

Sam was unconscious again and she could hear sirens in the distance.


'Dean!' John shouted. 'Dean! What's taking so long?'

The eldest Winchester ran to the car to see what was keeping his son. John could hear that the ambulance wasn't too far away now. He could see Dean's hands covered in blood. John didn't remember Dean being covered in so much blood when he had left to go to the car.

'What happened Dean?'

'You have the keys Dad. I couldn't get the boot open and didn't want to waste time running back inside so I thought I would try to break it open.'

'With your fist, and damage the Impala?'

'You know I would do anything when it comes to Sam.'

'I know, me too. And the same goes for you too Dean.' John said unlocking the boot and grabbing the medical kit. There was really no point now; Allan was flagging the ambulance down.

Without another exchange between the two hunters, they chased each other inside.


John, Dean, Jessica, Jill, Allan and Chris all sat silently in the waiting room for news on Sam's condition. No one was game or wanted to talk. The Moore's didn't want to ask the question that was on the tip of each of their tongues.

It had been over six hours since they had arrived at the hospital and just under five hours since Sam went into surgery. The doctors had barely had time to explain what was wrong with Sam and only a few words stayed in John's head.

'He's in real bad shape.' 'Immediate surgery.' 'May not make it.'

One signed form later and John's baby boy was gone again from his world, quite possibly for the last time. And so they sat, and waited.


Another hour later the cops had come and gone, everyone stuck to the story. Now, a young nurse was pleading with John. 'Mr Winchester please let us look at your sons hand. It's most likely broken. I will make sure he is seen straight away.'

John hated the fact that they had to use their real names. It was only because Jessica had told the paramedics Sam's name before they had a chance to stop her. Dean still refused to have anyone treat his hand. Normally, he would have loved the attention and flirted with an attractive young female nurse, but today it was all about Sam.

The nurse looked at John with big eyes. He sighed.

'Dean. Just go. I will come and find you if anyone comes out with news on Sam. Sam would want you to take care of yourself.'

Dean didn't look at John and said nothing as he shuffled along behind the nurse.

Dean was back half an hour later with thirteen stitches and a cast on his right wrist. Still, there was no news on Sam.

Once the waiting reached its eighth hour Jess had to say something to break the silence.

'Just in case Sam doesn't … ah … well … . I just wanted to tell you the last thing Sam said.'

'Jess. Sam is strong; he's going to make it. He always does.' Dean stated in a confident voice but his eyes showed nothing but fear.

'No, Dean. It's important' Jess insisted. 'He said that he wished he could of seen you guys one last time. That he could of said he was sorry and that he loved you both.'

John's face remained expressionless and a lone involuntary tear slid down Dean's cheek. He would wish the same if it were him. For John, there was no time like the present to let them in on the truth.

'You see, my wife Mary, was murdered.'

'Sam told me she died in a fire' Jess said.

'There are truly evil things in the world. Evil greater than most people can comprehend. I know its hard to believe, but demons, vampires, ghouls, poltergeists, you name it, they exist.

Chris was sceptical. 'You expect me to believe that something from a dodgy movie made by Warner Brothers is real?'

'Well then how do you explain the thing that attacked you tonight? And by the way, there's nothing wrong with the WB!' piped up Dean.

'I don't want to explain it. I just don't know what to do' Chris stated.

John responded, 'Most people are like you Chris. Go through life thinking everything is great, not knowing the truth. You see, my wife didn't die in an accidental fire; she was stabbed by a demon that then set her on fire while she was still alive.

'Since then, my two boys and I have been hunting the creature that killed my Mary and killing everything else evil that we should come across in the process.'

'But what about Sam? Why didn't you guys talk to him anymore when he went to college? I thought you would be so proud of him?' Jess asked.

John and Dean exchanged glances unsure of how to answer the question.

Interpreting the tense moment, a doctor finally entered the waiting room.

'Family of Sam Winchester?'


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