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I couldn't resist writing and posting this chapter as soon as possible. I had a great idea for it, but you may not all see it that way. *laughs evilly*

Hope you enjoy chapter four!

When John gets back to Cedar Rapids, he goes to the motel before going to the hospital. Upon entering the room, John is stunned at the sight before him. Sam's clothes are still on the floor, caked in mud, and what he guesses to his disgust, is blood, the carpet outside the bathroom is soaked, and generally the whole room is filthy.

There goes the deposit.

Damn kid! Does he think at all before he does something stupid?!

He doesn't even bother going into the bathroom, he just grabs a bottle of whiskey, sits down at the table, and drains what's left of the bottle in just a few gulps before walking back out of the room. Cursing his sons under his breath as he does so.

John arrives at the hospital about ten minutes later, Dean is sitting in the pediatric intensive care waiting room, still dressed in the soaked, bloodied clothes he was wearing when he found Sam. He's fighting not to fall asleep, even though his body is craving rest.

John strides into the room, and angrily stands in front of Dean, who hasn't even noticed him, and says. "Dean."

Why does he always overreact when it comes to Sam?

Kid's just trying to get attention.

Dean jumps in surprise; he hadn't even heard John walk up to him. He then turns to look at his father, trying not to turn away when he's assaulted by the strong smell of alcohol on his breath, not for the first time in the past couple of years. "Dad." His voice is hoarse, John figures that he has been crying, but even that doesn't make him understand the severity of the situation.

"How long is this going to take? I need to get back to the hunt." John questions heartlessly.

Dean sighs sadly, tiredly, as he answers. "Sammy's in the ICU, he isn't going anywhere soon." Then, gaining strength, and anger at his father's lack of concern, Dean stands up, and yells at his father. "How can you even think about a hunt now?!"

"People are dying, son. It's more important than Sam's little stunt."

Upon hearing this, Dean is seeing red. "How can you even fucking say that?!" He shoves John as he says. "Your son tried to kill himself, he is in the ICU, not even able to breath for his goddamned self! And you think this was just to get attention!?"

John is furious that his son is being so rude to him. How dare he?! And in a fit of rage, he pushes Dean to the floor, and doesn't even notice when he doesn't get back up, as he storms over to the nurses' station, and demands to see his child.

The nursing staff, unaware that he anything more than a worried parent, let him straight through. And a moment later, John is standing at his youngest son's bedside.

He is taken aback by the sight of the ventilator, and various pieces of medical equipment surrounding the bed, but in his rage he can't stop to think that Sam could have done this for a much more serious reason than attention seeking.

John pulls a chair up to the bed side, and settles in for a long wait. The moment Sam wakes up, he's going to hear exactly what John thinks about this.

Meanwhile in the waiting room, an elderly couple walk into the room, and just as they are about to sit down, they notice something in the corner of the room. The man goes closer, and sees that it's a man, Dean, knocked unconscious, from hitting his head against the now dented wall, he guesses. "Oh my god." He whispers, before going as quickly as possible out to the nurses' station, and telling several of the nurses. "There's someone unconscious in the waiting room, it looks like someone hit him; his head's bleeding."

That's all it takes for the nurses to rush into the waiting room, Sam's nurse, Kristy is amongst the small group.

By the time they enter the room, Dean is starting to come around. Kristy rushes over, and wraps her arm around him, so that he doesn't try to stand up, but at the same time doesn't fall back down. "Dean? What happened here?"

Dean blinks a few times, trying to focus before he answers. "Dad." He starts to fight Kristy's hold on him. "Gotta keep him away from Sam; he's drunk."

They all exchange shocked looks as Kristy takes a gauze pad from one of them, and presses it against a gash on the back of Dean's head as she tells him. "Okay, we'll alert security. Just relax, Dean." She then turns to one of the other nurses, and asks. "Can you call security? And then go find a wheelchair, Dean here will need to go down to the emergency department to get checked out."

The nurse nods, and then hurries out of the room, followed by the other nurses, who all need to return to their patients.

By the time Dean has been seen by a doctor, had the gash sutured, and gone back upstairs, he is relieved to see that John is gone.

Dean hates that he is actually relieved that his father isn't there. He loves his father, but ever since Sam and John started fighting, John has become increasingly ill-tempered.

And then John, for all intensive purposes abandoned them, and that lead to Dean being irrationally angry at Sam for their Dad's absence.

Which Dean thinks is the reason Sam tried to commit suicide.

Sam is still lying unconscious in the bed, as pale as the sheets he's lying on.

Just as Dean sits down tiredly beside the bed, Kristy walks into the room, comes over to him, and asks. "How're you feeling now? Better?"

Dean nods, and as he looks at Sam, a thought enters his mind. "What's going to happen now?"

"What do you mean?" Kristy asks uncertainly as she takes a look at the neat line of sutures on Dean's scalp, and nods approvingly.

"Now Dad's not here. Are you going to call social services?" Dean has to fight back tears as he adds. "Sammy needs me; please don't let them take him away. I stuffed up, but I'll do better from now on."

Kristy looks down at Dean, and with regret in her voice, she tells him. "I don't know."

TBC...

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