Thirteen days after

It all happened so fast.

Sam curled his hand into a fist, John mirrored him.

Jessica stirred in her disturbed sleep. She heard voices.

Sam was determined to hurt John as much as John wanted to hurt him. Maybe even more, which was completely understandable.

Jessica opened her disoriented eyes.

Sam threw the first punch straight into his father's jaw.

John stood still as though it hadn't affected him. He bolted his knee up in Sam's stomach before pounding an elbow on his back.

Jessica screamed was she saw the scene roll out in front of her.

Sam wondered where the scream came from, as he only had John in his focus.

Dean woke at the ear-splitting noise. He was lying in the warm bed when he sat strait up.

"Sam!" He called out of reflex into the dark room. If it wasn't for the curtain missing, he wouldn't have been able to see a thing. He looked over to his brother's bed in the corner of the room. His heart dropped. It was empty.

"Bobby!" He called with panic. He pulled a thick hoodie on and ran out of the room and down the stairs. He was relieved when he found Bobby already standing by the door. He saw the shotgun in Bobby's hand. The door bolted open into the dark night.

Jessica was dumbfounded. John lifted his knife. He was about to plunge it into Sam's stomach. Jessica didn't know what to do. She screamed again and got up from the car, holding it for balance.

Sam tried to say something but had no air left in his lungs. John traced the knife on his son's stomach, applying more and more pressure every inch he went. Sam winced and struggled to get away so that he could hurt John to further extent, who already seemed to have re-broken his frail nose, his shoulder and jaw so far. He was happy to see all the bruises he had inflicted. Maybe Sam wasn't as weak as he had been told, had thought. He lost his balance when the knife became deeper.

Do it quick, Sam thought, shutting his eyes tight. John was holding his tight by his shirt.

"Sammy!" Sam heard a recognizable voice shout from a distance. Dean's voice.

"Drop the knife and kid or I'll shoot!" Bobby tested. He was less than seven meters away from them. John lowered his knife, grazing Sam's leg on the way.

"You won't shoot," John said calmly. Bobby raised the gun a little higher and got ready to aim.

"Hell I won't!" He scowled back. John let Sam go who hurdled to the floor. Sam grunted while trying to move. Dean hurried to his side and helped, although Sam wasn't aware of his presence as he still thought that Dean was far away. His voice seemed distant. He only thing he was aware of, was pain and why he wasn't dead yet.

"Bobby, please, listen," John panted.

"GO AWAY YOU PATHETIC ASSHOLE!"

John stood still. Sam finally sensed Dean's presence.

A gun noise rang, making Sam flinch violently as Dean continued holding his broken brother tightly.

"S'gonna to be alright Sammy," he whispered, pressing his lips on his brother's head. Sam closed his eyes, waiting.

"Where's Jess?" He asked at last. Dean thought about who Jess was, as Sam hadn't said her name before, when it clicked.

"Car," Dean said through a scowl at John's drunken state and fucking-asshole-creepy personality. They heard more of Bobby's shouting.

"Find out if she's okay," Sam said.

"Sam-"

"I'm fine… Considering," he added as he watched Dean expression when he said fine. Dean stripped his hoodie and applied it to Sam's stomach.

"Keep pressure on it," he said. Sam nodded.

"Next bullet goes in your shoulder, then heart. I'm a good aimer, don't test me," he growled.

"I can explain," John begged.

"FUCKING SCUM YOU ARE!" Bobby's yelled.

"I'll get Jess, wait here," Dean whispered to Sam.

Do I have a choice? Sam thought when Dean was off.

Another gun shot.

John groaned in pain.

Blood.

Bobby ran towards John, and before the dick could notice, he was hit by a large fist on his head. He instantly fell over. Bobby spat on him, kicked him, before rushing to Sam's side.

"Sonofabitch," Bobby hissed. Sam extended a hand so that Bobby could help him up. The walked, rather limped, towards the house where Dean had taken a disorientated Jessica. Bobby kicked John hard in the groin on the way.

With no hesitation, they called the police.

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