What Destiny Is

AN: Took me a while again, eh? But hey, you got to understand, two weeks of school left, I've got lots to do. Anyway, here's the next chapter.

Warning: Language

Disclaimer: Just doing this for fun, not getting any money. I don't own Supernatural

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Chapter four

This sucked out loud. Dean had it all planned out. Sam's birthday. It would have been fun, even if John would not have been there. Dean had planned it for weeks. But now Dean knew that if he even suggested to Sam that they would celebrate the boy would probably hate him for the rest of his life. And Dean was not gonna take that chance.

Dean sighed. He had finally been able to convince Sam to go to sleep but he himself knew he wasn't gonna be able to. His mind was working too hard. Would the social workers really make Dean and Sam go to different families or was that just Dean's wild imagination? Didn't they usually put siblings to same families? Yeah, cuz everyone wanted a brand new teenager to the family. Cocky, sarcatic teenager who was overprotective towards his polite, sweet and oh so cute little brother who could melt anyone's heart. What a nice Merry Christmas card would they make...

Stop it!!! Dean yelled at himself. No one had called him, John was still alive. It was only a matter of time that Caleb would come and get them. They would see their dad. Not long anymore.

Speak of the devil... Dean jerked up in his bed when he heard a knock on the door. It was so late, it could not be anyone else, right? Careful not to wake Sam up Dean made his way to the front door. And for once his wish came true.

"Caleb?"

"Hey, kid... Sorry it took me so long. You and Sam okay?" Caleb, the hunter Dean use to idolize when he was younger (no way did he do that anymore), asked.

"Yeah, we're fine. I just got to go wake him up, can we go then?" Dean asked.

"If you're up for it, we could spend the night..." Caleb wasn't even finished when Dean had already ran to his and Sam's bedroom.

"Sammy! Sam, wake up, buddy..." Dean said, collecting some stuff to a dufflebag.

"What? What's going on?" Sam asked, sleepily.

"Caleb came, we gotta go", Dean answered. Suddenly Sam was up and... well not so wide awake but up anyway.

"We're gonna see Dad?" he asked.

"Yeah, we're are, come on." Sam didn't even bother to ask some time to change. He could do that when they got there.

"Hey, kid..."

"Have you seen him? Is he hurt bad?" Sam asked when he saw the older hunter. Caleb looked from the nine year old to the teen having no idea how he should reply. The truth would probably send Sam into tears and he was quite sure Dean wouldn't be able to handle it either. So maybe lying would be a good thing. Just this once.

"Uh... I don't know Sam. But I'm gonna get you to him now, okay?" Caleb felt Dean's eyes on him, sensing that the boy knew he was lying. But Sam seemed to be okay with his answer. He nodded and followed Caleb to the car. He realized Dean was going to sit in the front and knew it was childish but couldn't help it:

"Dean?"

Dean looked at Sam who was looking at him with his puppy eyes. The kid was too ashamed to ask but too scared not to try. And as chicky flicky as Dean found it, he sighed and went with Sam to the back seat. Caleb said nothing. In this situation he knew it was better to shut up.

"It's gonna take about four hours, I suggest you guys get some sleep", Calebs said. The boys said nothing. Sam had snuggled as close to Dean as he could get and Dean held on to the kid, trying to silently tell him everything was gonna be okay. Cuz everything was going to be okay, no doubt about it.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, Sammy?"

"Will Dad be mad at me?"

Dean turned to look at Sam, surprised. "Of course not. Why?"

"He said this hunt could be good training to you. He wanted you to go along. But I wanted you to stay with me... You could have helped Dad... he might not be hurt..."

"Sammy..."

"And you know what else? I was afraid you were gonna get hurt. I never thought Dad could get hurt, he's so good. So I made you stay. Is Dad gonna be angry?"

Dean noticed that Caleb was looking at them from the mirror. This was one of those conversations Dean would like to have alone with Sam. "No, Sammy. Dad's not gonna be angry. He's gonna be happy that we came to see him..." Dean said. Sam's eyes lightened up.

"So he's awake?"

Crap... "I... I don't know, Sam..." Sam's face fell again.

"People can't sleep forever..." he muttered under his breath.

Oh yes they can, Sammy... "I guess not." If it was possible Sam snuggled even closer.

" 'M tired... "

"Go to sleep, Sam. I'll wake you up when we're there."

Sam didn't want to sleep. He wanted to stay up. What if someone called on the way to the hospital... He had to stay awake...

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Sam woke when someone called his name. After blinking and rubbing his tired eyes he realized that someone was Dean. Why would Dean wake him so early on a Saturday morning? Suddenly Sam's eyes went wide.

"We're there?"

"Yeah, come on. Pastor Jim's waiting for us."

Sam didn't have to be asked twice. Once out of the car he realized how big the hospital was. How in the world would they find Dad from there? "You sure he's there?" Sam asked a little fearfully.

"Yeah. What's the matter? You've been to hospitals before", Dean said. His voice was light but he was scared out of his mind. He had no idea what was waiting for them inside. He hated hospitals. Oh man, he hated hospitals.

Sam and Dean followed Caleb through the hospital doors. They didn't stop at the reception, just kept walking. Caleb led them deeper and deeper into the hospital and Dean felt like he was being eaten by a big white whale. Everything was white. The doctors were white, the nurses were white, the walls were white, the patiens were white.

"Here."

Dean shook his head and when Sam let go of his hand he noticed he had took a hold of it. They were standing outside of a hospital room that looked just like the other ones. But it wasn't just like the other ones to Dean. Inside of that room was his Dad, lying in one of those big beds, and that made it so much different to Dean.

"Can we go in?" Sam asked.

"Of course", came another familiar voice and just then Dean realized pastor Jim was there, too. Dean wasn't able to get one word from his mouth when Sam had already went in. Alarmed by the thought of Sam alone in a big hospital room Dean went after him. But he didn't go fast... He was in no hurry to get in that room.

"Hey, Dad..." Dean heard Sam say when he came to the doorway. "We're here, me and Dean, you can wake up now. Or are you dreaming? You can watch the dream but you have to wake up then, okay? It's my birthday tomorrow, Daddy..." Dean realized he hadn't heard Daddy in quite a while. "I know it must be a good dream that you're having but I would be really happy if you woke up. Or... Dad, are you dreaming about Mom? Cuz then it would be okay... That you slept through my birthday. But you will have to tell me everything after that, okay? That could be my birthday present..."

That's it, Dean couldn't take it anymore. He never made it completely inside his Dad's room when he turned around and ran out of the hospital. He could hear pastor Jim and Caleb calling after him but he didn't stop 'til he was safely outside. There he sat on a bench, knowing that he wasn't gonna be alone very long. But just thirty seconds was perfect for him right now.

"Dean?" Okay, maybe he needed a little while longer. But because he didn't say it outloud, Caleb sat next to him. "You scared Sam, running away like that."

"He's safe", Dean mumbled, feeling a touch of guilt.

"Yeah. But he doesn't know that. Not when you're not around."

"I just... needed a second."

"It's okay. He knows."

There was a silence. "I had it all planned out."

"Huh?"

"Sam's birthday. It's tomorrow. He never wants a party. He's probably scared that no one will show up. It's stupid really, he has a lot of friends. But he still doesn't want a party. So I had saved money and bought three tickets to a baseball game that was in a town nearby. I had even made sure the busses were save in a case Dad wouldn't show up by then. Sam loves baseball. I knew Dad was gonna be pissed if he came home and figured out we had gone to a baseball game with a bus but I didn't care. As long as he was gonna be mad at me it was gonna be okay. Sam would have loved that..."

Caleb smiled a little. "I'm sure he would have."

"This sucks. Sam will be perfectly happy if his birthday present is Dad waking up. And that's just not right! He should have the big party with all of his friends! This is just not fair!"

"It's not fair for you either, you know", Caleb said.

"What?"

"You think I didn't notice that you didn't sleep on the way over here? This is way more responsibility anyone at your age should handle. And I'm know what you're gonna say, that's what you always say, that you're happy with it but it's not fair, no matter how happy you say you are. I know you love Sam, of course you do but... Dean, it's okay to ask for help."

Dean had to blink hard to fight back tears. "I... I'm just scared... that if I ask for help someone will misunderstand and take Sam away. To a normal family. Away from me..."

"I promise you, no one will ever take Sam away from you. You're brothers! You're always gonna be together!"

"Yeah? Well, one day he's gonna go to college, I just know that. The kid is too smart for his own good. And then he's gonna be away! And I can't watch out for him when he's away!" Dean said. Where the hell was this coming from, he had no idea.

"Him going to college doesn't mean you can't be together. I mean, you're gonna go first, right?"

Dean chuckled, not at all happy. "Yeah. Right..."

"What, you're not gonna...?"

"I think I'm gonna go back inside. Don't wanna scare Sam more." He wanted to talk, it felt good but it was just too much now. Maybe later...

"Dean! Where'd you go?" Sam asked when Dean came to the room. He took it all in at once. John lying on the hospital bed, piiping noices, tubes, machines... Oh man, he hated hospitals.

"Just... had to use the restroom..." This time Sam knew Dean was lying. "You okay, kid?"

"I'm fine. You think he's gonna wake up tomorrow?" Sam asked.

"Don't know, Sammy. I really don't", Dean answered, sitting to the chair next to Sam's.

"You think he remembers it's my birthday?"

"'Course he does."

"Does he even know we're here?"

Dean sighed. Probably not. He didn't say it, just motioned Sam to come to him. Sam did so, climbing to Dean's lap, something he hadn't done in at least two years. "I'm sure he does, Sammy."

God, if you're up there and if you're hearing this... I'm sorry but I can't be sorry for lying to him... I have to protect him... and I'm not sorry for that.

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...tbc...

AN: I just heard Supernatural is gonna get a third season... You should see me right now, I'm smiling like an idiot. At least my sister thinks so. Anyway, let me know what you think again, alright?

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