A/N: Sorry to be so long getting this chapter up. Personnel things came up and the DVD's came out. :) Hope to get this story done in a few more chapters. thanks again to all who have read and reviewed it. I hope you still enjoy it.

A/N: Thought to tell you. I originally planned to have this chapter more on Bobby and Dean at the hospital but for some reason, John and Sam kept working it's way back into the chapter.

Chapter 4

Bobby was finally able to call the father of the young man he rushed into the emergency room. Well, maybe not rushed in himself. He pulled the Impala to a screeching halt in the ambulance bay then once checking on Dean's condition, ran inside to get help getting the young man out of the car. Doctors, nurses, and attendants rushed Dean to a bay marked Trauma 1. Questions were asked and Bobby answered them with the smooth training as though what he's saying was the truth.

"He's my nephew, Dean Galloway. He said he was going to a bar. When I didn't hear from him, I went looking and found him in an alley like this." Bobby played the worried uncle prefect since he was already worried. "No allergies. No medical history to speak of." The questions continued in repetition. "Twenty-eight." Bobby caught the sight of a nurse getting on the phone after the Doctor leaned into her and whispered something to her. 'Now the questions from the law will follow.' Bobby thought to himself.

Bobby started to fill out the paperwork that was placed in his hands when a security guard walked up to him. Bobby looks up as the man spoke. "Sir. I need you to move your car."

"Sorry, I forgot about it." Bobby walked over to the counter and set the clipboard down. "I have to move my car. I'll be right back." The woman sitting there nodded her head and Bobby walked out.

As he was walking back toward the hospital after parking Dean's Impala, Bobby took the moment to call John. The phone ringed twice when he heard John's voice on the other end. "Bobby." John's voice sounded stained.

"Haven't been here long. They're still working him." Bobby himself was feeling tired. "How's Sammy?"

John looks at his youngest son. Sam was setting there, staring into space. "Confused, but his hands aren't as bad as first thought."

"He tell you anything?" Bobby asked.

"Only that they stopped to eat. Three days ago. That's the last thing he remembers. Sam said Dean hit him." John had turned so Sammy couldn't get the full essence of the conversation. "What the hell's going on here, Bobby?"

"You're asking me?" Bobby stopped short of entering the building. "John. Let's just get the boys back on their feet first than we'll work on figuring this thing out."

"Yeah, you're right. Call back when you got more." John sighed and finally said.

"You know I will. Later." With that, Bobby closed his phone and walked inside. He walked over to the counter to retrieve the clipboard. As he was picking it up, the woman behind the counter looked up at him.

"Sir. There's an officer that wishes to speak to you." She said as she pointed to a uniform officer standing by the doors to the ER. When the woman pointed in his direction, the officer walked over to Bobby.

"Sir. My name is Officer Wright. I like to talk to you for a minute." Bobby nodded and both walked over to a chair. Bobby set down while the officer remained standing. "Could you tell me what happened with your nephew?"

"There hasn't been any news on him yet, has there?" The officer shook his head.

"The doctors are still working on him." He added. "Now. What happened?"

"Well. My nephew likes to visit bars and we were in town and he wanted a drink. I stayed at the motel." Damn. There a hole in his story. "Outside of town. Road-away Inn." The officer nodded his head as though he knew of it. "He didn't come back last night and I want looking. I found him and his car in this alley near some kind of warehouse." Bobby stared off into space. "He was all bloody and I thought he was dead at first. When I saw that he wasn't, I brought him here." Bobby sighed while wearing a worried look on his face.

"Where was this warehouse?" The officer asked.

"I couldn't tell ya. I'm not from around here. I think it was down a road off of highway 12." 'That's it, Bobby' he thought to himself. 'Send them in the opposite direction of the warehouse you and John found the boys.'

"How did you know to take that road?" Did Bobby hear a touch of doubt in his voice?

"I couldn't tell you. Gut feeling." At that moment the doors to the ER opened to reveal one of the doctors that had worked on Dean. Bobby stood. The doctor walked over to them. "Are we done?"

The officer saw the doctor coming and nodded his head. "For now. We'll talk more later." With that he walked away.

"Mr. Galloway?" The doctor asked.

"No. Mr. Smith. Robert Smith. Dean is my nephew." Bobby had thought quick. There has to have been a Smith registered at the motel. He saw the officer catch the remark. "How's my nephew?" The worry was genuine.

"My name is Dr. Westmore. I'm one of the doctors working on your nephew when he was brought in. We're still running some test. He does have some internal bleeding, but we're going to monitor that for now. Though it's slight, hopefully we won't have to do surgery. He has contusions to both eyes. He had a dislocated left shoulder which we relocated. We figured what was used on your nephew were bare fists. He has contusions to his kidneys as well as two creaked ribs and lacerations on his torso. Unable to determine what cause them. He is showing signs of a concussion. We're running a CAT scan as we speak."

"But he's going to be ok, right?" Bobby asked.

"Mr. Smith. Your nephew is very lucky to be alive. All I can say is time will tell. I'll have a nurse show you to him once he's back from x-ray." With that, the doctor turned to leave. Leaving Bobby standing there in his wake.

Bobby looked down at the still unfinished paperwork. That was the last thing he wanted to do, yet it was that bagging to be finished. He set down in the hard plastic chair and went back to the task at hand. Once finished, Bobby walked over to the counter to turn it in just as a nurse came out of the ER doors calling his name. He followed her to the same room that Dean was first brought to.

Bobby wasn't prepared for what he saw. They had cleaned Dean up which only showed how pale his skin was. The bruising was more predominating against the ghostly white shade. Both eyes were still swollen shut with the bruising surrounding the orbits of his eyes. He had on a hospital gown on that helped to hide his torso. He had wires coming out from under it that connected to a monitor next to the bed.

Bobby moved in closer and rested a hand on the young man's arm. He watched Dean's chest rise and fall. The boy seemed only to be sleeping. At the moment Dr. Westmore walked in.

"We gave him something for the pain to help him rest. Even in his unconscious state, your nephew seemed to be fighting. We're going to move him to a private room for observation." Bobby nodded still having his eyes fixated on Dean. "The tests that came back so far are good, Mr. Smith." When Bobby didn't seem to respond to the doctor, he turned to leave, but not before Bobby said thank you.

Bobby watched Dean's chest rise and fall. He caught a glimpse of Dean's expression changing before it relaxed again. Bobby could only imagine what the young man was going through. A few moments later, hospital personnel entered the room to move Dean to his room upstairs. Bobby followed them still holding onto Dean's arm. It was Bobby's way of letting the young man know he wasn't alone. Family was there with him.

Once they reached the room, the staff asked if Bobby could wait in the hall till after they get Dean settled in. Bobby said that wouldn't be a problem, he had to make a call anyway. He walked to the end of the hall after taking one last look toward Dean. Once he reached the window at the end of the hall, he removed his phone again and called John.

After Bobby called saying they got to the hospital, John replaced his phone to his pocket and moved to sit down next to his youngest son. Sam continued to stare across the floor. John wrapped an arm around him and as he did, Sam fell into the embrace and started sobbing softly.

Sam couldn't understand why he did what he did to his own brother. He could have killed him. His father's embrace caused him to brake loss with the emotions. The man Sam was so use too not showing his emotions, held him in loving arms. Soon John had coast Sam into laying down and fatigue set in and Sam was asleep.

John stood after helping his son lay down. His eyes remained on Sam watching for any sign of what happened to his boys. The phone in his pocket started to ring. John stepped away from the cot holding his son as he pulled the phone to his ear.

"What do you have Bobby?" John asked before he was sure it was him.

"No, John. It's me, Father Michael." The voice came across the line.

John froze. "How ?"

"Always with the questions, John. When will you just accept things can happen with questioning it." The priest had a slight hint of laughter in his voice.

"What do you want?" John still wasn't sure if he could trust him.

"Sam is doing better?" The priest asked but received no reply. "John, I am not the enemy."

John throw a glance toward a sleeping Sam. "Yeah. He's doing better."

"That's good to hear. Do not tell him, but I like Samuel." The priest paused briefly. "John, you have to listen. I can still feel the evil near you and your family. Remember the only way to stop it is to kill the master."

"Who's the master?" John asked. Before John could ask another question the line went dead. John stared at his lifeless phone held tight in his hand. The phone came to life again. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" John yelled into the phone.

"John. You ok?" The voice was Bobby's.

After realizing he yelled, John made sure he didn't wake Sam before to spoke again into the phone. "Sorry, Bobby." John wipes his face with his hand. "Long night. What you got?"

"The testes are coming back good. They're keeping Dean for observation. They're allowing me stay in the room with him so if anything happened, I'll be there."

"That's good." John sighed. "Had another visit from Father Michael."

Bobby was surprised. "And?"

"He said the boys are still endangered. The only way to stop it is to kill the master."

"But who is the master? Yellow-eyes?" Bobby was fishing for answers.

"No, not Yellow-eyes. Another demon. Just as dangerous." John moved around the room and set down in a chair by the table. "Bobby, I don't know if we can win this one."

"Sure we can, John." Bobby could hear the uncertain in his friend's voice. "We have to. For the boys." He looked at Dean sleeping soundly.

"Yeah, you're right. Get some rest. I'll do the same." John finally said.

Bobby added, "You too. I'll call in the morning." Bobby closed his phone wishing for answers to the many questions that swim in his head. Bobby set in the chair next to the bed and settle himself in for the night. A long night.

John replaced the phone to his pocket. He took one last look at Sam sleeping. When he did it, John didn't know, but he soon rested his head on the table and closed his eyes. That was when he found himself in the warehouse again. A silent witness to the events that unfolded before him.

Dean crying out to the possessed Sam to let his brother go. Never bagging for himself, but always trying to save his brother. "Sammy, it's not your fault." John could still hear Dean cried out as the beating continue till Dean could no longer remain conscious. The possessed Sam continued beating Dean even after Dean lost conscious. The look John saw in his youngest's eyes was that of something unnatural, totally evil. The fear of Sam turning into what he feared the most, was coming true right in front of him.

John woke with a startle breathe. He was back in the cabin with Sammy. He set up and looked at his youngest son who was still asleep on the cot. A voice filtered into the room. "You must protect your boys, John." The priest's voice bounced off the walls. John had to do as he was told. He will protect his family if it kills him.