A/N: Again thank you guys so much for the wonderful reviews! You're the best:) This chapter is mostly from John's perspective. I hope I did okay with it because the only other time that I've written John was in my fic 'To quell the pain' and that was mostly from Dean's pov.

A lot of people have been asking about how the boys got into that spot of trouble. This will be addressed soon! I kind of wrote this as one of those stories that has the plot slowly un-ravel. Thank you guys so much for reading and review and sticking with me so far. I really appreciate it! Now on with the story...

Chapter Six

John tore his eyes off the road in front of him to see his youngest son wide eyes and shaking his brother trying to get him to breathe again.

'We're almost there." John said loudly when he saw the hospital's bright sign up the road.

The oldest Winchester pulled up into the emergency entrance of the hospital, tires screeching to a stop. He was out of the car before it had even rolled back and to the other side. He had to get Dean help or he was going to die.

John felt his chest tighten and hesitated for a second when he saw his sons for the first time in real light and his stomach dropped through the floor. Sam was clutching onto Dean tightly, his eyes wide and panicky and looking so young that John had to swallow the lump that appeared in his throat. Sam himself was in better nick than Dean with a few cuts and bruises and just generally looking tired. Dean however who was slack in his brother's arms looked like death.

Dean's face was impossibly pale under all the sweat, dirt and myriad of cuts and bruises. His dark eyelashes were so dark against his skin that John worried for a moment that he was too late. Not to mention that Dean's full lips had taken on an unnatural blue tinge.

Blinking away the initial shock John pulled open the door and ripped Dean from Sam's arms, yelling at him to follow him as he ran with Dean into the hospital. As soon as he entered there were staff there with a gurney who took Dean from him, put him on a gurney with an oxygen mask over his face and rushed him through the ER doors.

Sam stumbled in after his father his head spinning at all the sudden activity since he had left that sick fuck's house. He felt so cold and empty since John had ripped Dean from his arms and he just wanted to cry. But he wouldn't, now was no time to cry. He had to stay strong for Dean.

John's heart sank while he looked blankly at the doors. How could anyone survive that? It was a miracle he had even found his boys alive. Oh god! Dean was going to- he stopped that thought, filled it full of mental rock salt and burnt it. Dean was strong. He would make it. He had too. John turned to see his youngest standing in the middle of the room looking so still and lost. He made his way over to Sam and placed his hand gently on his shoulder as not to startle him.

The young hunter lifted his gaze to meet John's concerned one.

"Come on son. We have to get you checked out too." John said softly and gently led Sam into the waiting room. He pushed him into one of the hard waiting room chairs and went to the nurse at her front desk. He cleared her throat to get her attention, "Excuse me. My son, he needs to see a doctor."

"If you would just wait over there, I need you to fill out some forms," she handed John a pile of forms, just the normal insurance forms and things. John was about to ask if she knew anything about Dean's condition when she spoke again, "That boy you bought in was your other son?" she asked. When he nodded she smiled in sympathy, "I'll make sure that when we get an update on his condition you'll be the first to know."

John thanked her and returned to Sam, forms clutched tightly in his hand. Sam was sitting, arms leaning on his legs and head hanging towards the ground, "You with me Sammy?" he asked putting a hand on his son's shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Sam startled and looked up at his father with tear filled eyes, "Dad." He squeaked. He stood up and threw himself onto the older man in a hug.

The older hunter tensed at the unexpected action but when he regained himself he put his arms around his youngest son's shaking form and held him close. John wondered what that bastard had done to his strong boys to make Sam act like this. To clutch to his father like a five year old again. Emotions raged in John all battling for dominance. The main ones being love and rage. Love for his boys because god knew he loved his boys more than anything on the planet, except Mary. And rage for the man who had done this to them.

They stood like that for awhile, Sam crying onto John's shoulder and John rubbing small circles on Sam's back and muttering comforting words. When Sam had regained most of his composure he let go of his father and slumped back into his chair, completely spent.

They didn't need to say anything. John knew his youngest needed the comfort, the physical contact and Sam knew that John needed to focus on Sam now or he would lose it. So they sat there quietly, each lost in their own thoughts as John filled out the paperwork and Sam battled the urge to succumb to the exhaustion that had been plaguing his system for the last few days.

John finished the forms and handed them back to the nurse at the front desk then returned to Sam. He didn't sit however. He had too much on his mind to be so still so he resorted to pacing back and forth. Seeing his son sitting with his head in his hands and yawning for what must have been the hundredth time since they had sat down John spoke, "I'm going to go get some coffee. You want some?" he asked.

Sam nodded slightly. Want? Damn it he wanted his brother. He wanted his strong, annoying, take no crap from anyone brother sitting with him right now assessing which nurses he thought he had a chance with. But Dean wasn't here, he was behind those god damned doors where Sam couldn't go. They could be doing anything to his brother in there and he wouldn't know they were doing it. Jeez if he had just been more like Dean, maybe pissed off their captor more and gotten him away from Dean none of this would have happened. But then again he knew that was a lie. If their father hadn't have come. Hang on. How did their father know where they were?

As if in time to answer Sam's question John appeared in front of him and handed him a steaming hot cup of coffee. Sam took the coffee and thanked his father. When John was seated next to him once again Sam turned to him to ask how he had known where to find them and how he knew they were in trouble. Before he could get the question out however a nurse was standing in front of them.

"Sam can see the doctor now. If you'll just follow me to exam room two we'll get you all sorted out." She said sweetly.

"Do you have any news on my brother?" Sam asked hopefully as he stood with some aid from his father.

"Sorry Hun, none yet. But when we do you two will be the first to know." She said and showed them the exam room.

Sam laid down on the examining table, not having the strength to sit up any longer. Damn he was just so tired. He had just closed his eyes, the feeling of safety knowing that his father was with him and wouldn't let anything happen to him making him even sleepier, when the doctor walked in.

"Hello Sam. My names Dr Webber." He politely introduced himself and shook Sam and John's hand before he continued with the examination.

It took around forty minutes for the doctor to patch Sam up. In the end Sam had to be admitted overnight and administered with IV fluids from the dehydration he had been suffering.

Pulling up a seat next to his youngest son's hospital bed John sat down. Sam looked up at him, his eyes a little glazed over from the pain killers they had also given him before they had extracted the nails from his thigh.

"Hey sport. How you feeling there?" John asked.

"Floaty." came Sam's matter of fact reply.

John smiled at his son's response. Missouri had been right. Had he been even half an hour later he didn't think he would have been as lucky as he had been in finding his son's. Lucky. Whoever invented that word should be shot. This wasn't luck. Luck would have been his boys being fine, having a mother and a home. Not having his boys beat to hell, one of them in critical condition with the possibility of not even pulling through.

"Dad?" Sam asked, his voice breaking through the haze of John's thoughts.

"Yeah Sammy?"

"Dean's gonna be okay right?" he asked, his voice sounding so young, even to his own ears.

John paused. He didn't have that answer. He wished to god he did but he just didn't. But Sam was looking up at him with such hopeful and trusting eyes that he had to say something, "Yeah Sam. You know Dean. He'll pull through and be back to being his normal annoying self in no time." John said with a small smile and moved Sam's bangs out of his eyes. He hoped to hell that he wasn't lying.

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Mishka xXx