-1Wow, the responses to chapter for were so amazing, thank you so so much… I tried to catch John's emotions as well as I could, seeing his strong warrior son so helpless without any warning… But I promise he is going to help and not hinder Dean's recovery, they are together now, they are a family and families are strongest when they have all the pieces in the same place.

Anyway thank you so much for your wonderful feedback and I hope you like this next chapter just as much as the last I want to know everything you are thinking, the good the bad and the ugly.

Rosebud.

Bar Fights and Bullets

Chapter 5

Without warming John dropped to his knees the foot of Dean's chair and fought back tears trying to put all the pieces together, trying to comprehend what he was seeing as he reached out a shakey hand and placed it on Dean's knee still untrusting his voice to speak.

His eyes tore from Dean's as he looked at the legs beneath his grasp and swallowed hard, What kind of a creature, what monster had done this to his boy? How had a hunt gone this wrong? Why had he not been called…

Tears filled his eyes and began spilling over.

His eldest son's own hand trembled as he brought it up to rest on his father's shoulder a small sigh escaping his lips. This was exactly why he didn't want his father to know, exactly why he forced Sammy not to tell him, exactly why they were in hiding, because at this moment right now Dean felt like more of a let down then he ever could.

He knew his father was disappointed, afraid, worried, heart broken and those were all emotions that Dean could not bare to know he caused. John was the best hunter out there, he was strong enough to face and fight anything, stronger then almost every man twice his size, but Dean, his son had managed to break and destroy him and he didn't even have to say a word to do it.

John fought to compose himself his mind now swimming with a whole new set of questions as he drew in a deep breath and forced his eyes from his sons frail and almost emaciated looking legs back to his face. Father's eyes met sons and the whole world froze a pain filled gaze locking the two of them there.

Each man's eyes speaking volumes in there own way as Sam stood by and watched the seen unfold before him leaning back against the side wall, in all honesty this was going a lot better then he thought it was going to….

John forced himself to swallow down the fifty pound lump currently residing in his throat, his suddenly dry and cracked lips parting forcing a single word out between them in Dean's direction.

"How?"

3 Months 11 Days, 5 hours and 40 minutes earlier.

Sam and Dean both stood triumphantly over Bob and Al's defeated and only semiconscious forms on the floor, even with their size and girth, the Winchester brothers had tore them down and took them out without much trouble… Dean doing so with only one useable arm .

"Next time you pick a fight with someone you might want to make sure you can throw at least one decent punch their way before they wipe the floor with you." Dean hissed looking down into their hillbillie, nearly toothless faces, before finishing off his beer and slamming the glass down on the bar top along with a few large bills looking toward the bartender who was now staring at awe at the four men along with everyone else in the bar. "That should help with the damages, y'all have a good night now ya hear?."

"Let's go Sammy." He chuckled stepping over the two large bodies Sam fallowing right behind him. "I think we've had enough fun for one night."

The night air was cold and bitter against their flesh as the two boys stepped out of the small town bar, but it was a welcomed chill due to the fact that both of them were sweating profusely from their recent activities… Beating up bullies as easy as it might be was still quite the bit of exercise.

"I'm sorry about that man, I guess I shouldn't smart off so much next time."

"Don't worry about it. There's nothing like a good beat down to get the old blood pumping anyway." Dean glanced over and a smirk danced on the corner of his lips, "So now there is going to be a next time?"

Sam's shoulder's shrugged and out of the corner of his eye he saw the smirk on his brother's lips causing his own to form, Dean's smirks were always the infectious kind… "What?"

"Admit it, even with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb Trying to take us on you had a good time tonight…"

"Alright, so maybe.,… You know it wasn't that bad… I mean your right hunting isn't exactly a Hollywood career with an overwhelming paycheck and we need to make our money somehow…" Sam allowed hiis smirk to turn into a chuckle as he drew his lip into his mouth, "And besides if all of our 'victims' Are as dumb and ignorant as those two then thy deserve what's coming to them,"

"Don't call them victims Sammy you make them sound innocent or something… Makes me feel bad."

"Nothing makes you feel bad." The two boys were only inches away from the Impala now as Dean reached into his pocket retrieving his keys.

"That's not true I-"

Dean's words were silenced by the loudest gun shot either boy had ever heard, and they had heard a lot of gun shots…

"What the hell was that?" Sam spun around quickly to see Bob and Al Standing feet away from them, the barbell of a hunting rifle pointed in their direction still smoking from it's tip as a result of the before heard shot fired...

Sam's dark eyes went wide, everything started to move in slow motion as he zeroed in on Al's finger watching as he began to press down on the trigger.

A strong and solid force knocked him out of the way before he could even think to react on his own his eyes shutting tight as he was hurled toward the ground hard something heavy now laying across his chest.

Fighting to catch his breath Sam opened his eyes and the sight that was waiting for him took the air he had just fought so hard to consume right from his lungs.

The object laying across his chest, was no object at all….

Dean was blinking slowly looking at him and Sam already knew by the look on Dean's face what had happened… He was already as pale as snow his hazel eyes growing darker and darker by the second as he parted his lips and tried to speak.

"Sammy…."

Sam felt tears well immediately into his eyes, and he forced himself not to cry, forced strength into his bones, he hadn't even been able to assess his brothers injuries yet.

"I'm here Dean… I'm right here…" He whispered slowly and carefully he sat up bracing his brothers body against him with one hand trying to not to move him to much until he figured out exactly where he had been shot… Where this ever growing pool of blood was coming from.

The noises of the background were dull as Sam fought to keep himself conscious his world flying into a tailspin as he clutched his brother's body to him and gently rose to a sitting position.

"Sammy…." Dean's whisper was consumed by a choke now as the younger brother's tear blurred vision searched desperately for the entrance wound of the bullet he knew was now lodged somewhere inside his brother's body, stealing his life from him second by second.

But Sam couldn't think, he couldn't breathe, he just couldn't… No he had to…

It was then that his eyes landed on the source of the thick red pool surrounding then two of them, practically bathing Sam as he still held his brother's now trembling form in his grasp.

Slowly, fearfully he moved his hand down his brother's back, his flesh began shaking… "I'm right here Dean.." He swallowed hard when his hand ran over not one but two holes..

He pressed down on them as hard as he could and when his brother didn't so much as flinch, when he didn't scream in agony, Sam felt his strength, his façade break….

"You stay with me Dean, You hear me? You Say with me…."

"C-C-Cold…" Sam watched his eyes beginning to role back into his head

He could hear commotion, someone was calling 9-1-1, which meant the ambulance was coming, there were footsteps lots of footsteps approaching him and his brother as they still lay in the middle of the parking lot but Sam paid no attention to the sets of eyes now watching them now gawking at them…

"There on their way son," He heard an older man whisper into his ear, his voice coming through as though he were in some kind of tunnel, "We didn't let them get away… There inside…."

"DEAN!" Sam's voice was demanding as he placed a hand on Dean's cheek and shivered at how cold his flesh was his lips were tinted a deadly blue. "Open your eyes Damnit, Open your eyes Dean…."

No response.

"DEAN!! DON'T YOU DO THIS YOU FUCKER…." Sam held tighter to the body in his grasp, to his brothers body, pressing it against himself and trying to feed life into it burying his face into the older man's sandy blonde nearly brown mane he began sobbing, and he didn't give a shit… The sound of ambulances approaching hardly audible to his ears..

"Don't leave me… please don't leave me…" He wept uncontrollably… "I won't let you… " Even as he felt a hand pulling him back a swarm of paramedics surrounding him, he continued to cry and to plead….

His brother, his hero had fallen, and Sam knew that if his brother died his own life would be over.

Present Day

John blinked repeatedly and Swallowed fast the three of them now sitting around the small kitchen table of the apartment, he was trying to control the emotions over taking him, trying to keep the tears from coming and he was failing….

To think about Dean, about both his boys going through a pain like that… So ruthless, so evil… And at the hands of a human, a flesh and blood soul having human….It made his insides boil in ways he didn't know they could, it made his anger rise to new heights and it made him wish that murder was legal… He would take the life of both those men if he could, rob them of their freedom just as they had his son…

But no, revenge was not the plan, revenge was not even going to come in to this equation. Dean, Dean was all that mattered, he needed to be there for his son, to help, to encourage and to love him like he should have been from the beginning of this whole ordeal…

The older man let his eyes fall to his youngest son and he licked his dry lips trying to moisten them before speaking,… "You should have called me, something like this happens you call you don't just change your cell numbers, stop checking in with Pastor Jim and make us all think that you are out there laying in a ditch dead somewhere. I should have been-"

"Dad. Don't." Dean's voice was an order and not a request as he saw the pain already beginning to build in Sam's eyes, "I told him not to call you. Sam had nothing to do with this, He wanted to call and I told him not to."

"You what?" The pain was evident now more than ever in john's words having to take in so much at once… First finding out his son took not one but two bullets to the spine and might never walk again, and now, now finding out that he didn't want his father to know? Didn't want him there to help? Didn't need him??

"I-I didn't want to worry you…" It was a half truth anyway… The answer I didn't want you to know I let you down and I failed you, didn't seem to fitting for the moment.

"Dean, for Christ sakes, you are my son, and I'm going to worry about you no matter what especially if you seem to disappear out of thin air."

"How- how did you find us anyway?" Sam asked getting up to grab the coffee pot and glancing back over his shoulder before returning to fill all their cups.

John smirked only in the slightest, "You two think your sly enough to get past your old pop? Nothing gets past me… I set up alerts with most of my contacts giving them a list of Aliases, and I told them to watch anyone who pops up with these names…." He paused for a minute, "Jack contacted me last week, I was in Utah hunting down a Wilabeast… He said that Sam Johnson had registered for an apartment here…"

"That's a common name. I mean it's not exactly Samsonite Pangatova…" Dean chuckled.

"Samsonite Pangatova" Sam's brow rose, "Where the hell do you come up with these thoughts? Do you have to work for them or do they just appear?"

"Your just jealous because your not that creative…"

"Yeah whatever dude," Sam looked back to his father, "Anyway… So how did you find out?"

"Well… Jack also told me that there was a Dean Johnson who had been checked into the local hospital a few months back…. So I figured it was worth a shot. I tracked down the phone number here to the apartment and when I rang it this morning…"

"That was you?" Dean felt his cheeks redden remembering the things he had said into the receiver…

John nodded.

"Oh sorry…"

"You didn't know… Besides it's good to know your still looking out for yourselves that even… you know…. Your still watching your backs."

"You taught us that, no matter what the situation is or how safe you think you might be, you have to stay alert, you always have to be ready…."

John's gaze found it's way over to Sam now and he took a good hard look at his youngest son, there under the lights it was as though he could see everything… He was so tired so haggard, it was as though he had aged twenty years since the last time John had seen him, and there was pain, unspeakable pain written behind his eyes….

"Sammy?" His voice was even and low as he reached over and placed a hand on his shoulder, there was still something Sam was hiding from him, still something he didn't know…. "are you alright?"

"Fine…" Sam whispered rising to his feet and clearing his throat as he looked up at the clock, it was almost eleven thirty now, the hours since their father had arrived seeming to fly by as though they were only minutes… Minutes filled with more emotion and pain then anyone should ever have to deal with…

John looked to Dean who gave him a sad and worried glance in return shaking his head ever so slightly, but he decided that now… Tonight was not the time to push the issue so much… so many wounds had already been opened he didn't think any of them could handle more pain right now.

There was always tomorrow, tomorrow to get inside Sam's head, tomorrow to find out more about Dean's condition.. Tomorrow to return to being the father they needed once more.

Alright so there you have it, I'm not to sure how I feel about the way it came out but I hope you as the readers like it, this was obviously from Sam's point of view of the accident there will be Dean's as well coming soon enough.