Dean was still trashing about on the floor when John reached his side. He lightly slapped his cheeks trying to get him to wake up. It wasn't working. He grabbed Dean's shoulders from Sam and told him to get some water to splash on Dean's face.
Sam quickly ran to the sink and filled a glass with water. He hurried back towards Dean who was still struggling against John's hold. John noticed that Dean's training had paid off. He was having a hard time hold him down.
"Mommy, please stop. It hurts," screamed Dean.
Suddenly Dean's leg shot out in front of Sam and he tripped. He fell to the ground with a loud crash. The glass he had been holding broke and cut the palm of Sam's hand. The noise brought Dean out of his nightmare and he stopped struggling against John's hold. Dean looked around the room to see what was going on. Sam was on floor holding his hand out in front of him.
John released his hold on Dean's shoulders once he realized he was awake. Once he was sure that Dean was completely awake, he let him know that he was going to check on Sam. He scooted over to Sam.
"Sammy, are you okay? Let me see your hand," said John softly.
Sam held out his hand for John to inspect. There was a sliver of glass sticking out of it.
"Sam, I am going to have to pull out the glass. Okay?" said John.
Sam nodded and closed his eyes. He gasped as John quickly pulled out the glass. More blood flowed from the cut now. John reached up and grabbed a hand towel off the counter. He gently, but tightly wrapped it around Sam's hand.
"Well it looks like you're going to need stitches, buddy," said John.
Stitches. Oh my god, Sammy needs stitches. I hurt Sammy, thought Dean. I hurt Sammy.
"Sammy, I'm so sorry," said Dean as he moved to his brother's side.
"It's okay, Dean. It doesn't really hurt that much," lied Sam. It hurt a lot, but Sam didn't want Dean to worry.
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Two hours later they were back from the emergency room. Sam needed eight stitches and he had to get a tetanus shot. John gave Sam a quick hug and sent him up to bed.
"I'll be up to check on you in a little while," said John.
"Okay, Dad. Are you coming, Dean?" asked Sam. Sam saw how guilty Dean looked while they were in the ER. He had made a mental note that as soon as he and Dean were alone, he would let him know it wasn't his fault.
"Sammy, I need to talk to Dad about something first," said Dean.
Sam remembered that Dean was going ask their Dad to if he would let Sam stay home from school. He could barely keep the grin off his face as he walked out of the kitchen.
"Dad, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hurt Sammy," said Dean sincerely.
"Dean, it wasn't your fault. I don't blame you for what happened and I know Sammy doesn't blame you," said John.
"I blame me. Dad, I could've seriously hurt Sammy," said Dean.
"But you didn't. Remember, the doctor said Sam's hand would be just fine. He won't even have a scar," said John wanting Dean to understand that it wasn't his fault. Damn that demon, thought John.
"Dad, I was thinking maybe Sammy should go stay with Pastor Jim until this is all over. That way he would be safe," said Dean.
"I don't know Dean. Sam's not going to want to be sent away. Besides he won't want to miss school," said John.
"Yeah that's something I was going to talk to you about. Sam doesn't want to go to school this week because of some stupid Mother's Day project that they're going to be making, scrapbooks with pictures of everybody with their moms. Sam's upset because he doesn't have any pictures. He's the only kid in his class without a mom," said Dean sadly.
John inwardly cursed himself. With all that's going on with Dean, he had failed to notice something was wrong with Sam.
"I don't think Sam will like being sent away, but maybe it would be for the best," said John with a sad sigh. He didn't really want to send Sam away, but he did want him out of harm's way. He also didn't want Sam to have to see Dean when it got worse for him.
"I'll call Joshua. He's supposed to heading up to Blue Earth this week. I know he won't mind taking Sam with him," said John.
"I'll go let him know," said Dean.
"Let me tell him," said John knowing Sam would be mad. Better he's mad at me than at Dean, he thought.
After a quick phone call to Joshua, John headed upstairs to talk with Sam.
Dean could hear Sam yelling at their dad from where he stood in the kitchen. Hell, they probably heard him in China, he thought.
"I'M NOT GOING TO PASTOR JIM'S AND YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!" shouted a very angry Sam.
"Sam, you need to calm down. I know you don't want to go, but you are. End of discussion," said John firmly.
"I'M NOT LEAVING DEAN!" shouted Sam as he slammed his hand down on his desk for emphasis, forgetting that it was injured. He cried out in pain and blinked back tears.
Dean had walked in the room at that exact moment. He winced when he saw Sam slam his hand down.
"Sammy, let me check your hand," said John as he rushed to Sam's side.
Sam held out his hand and John gently peeled back the gauze bandage. Fortunately Sam hadn't pulled any stitches. John put the bandage back in place.
"Dad, Can I talk to Sammy for a second?" asked Dean.
John nodded and left the room to get some children's Tylenol for Sam.
"Sammy don't be mad at Dad. It's not his idea to send you to Pastor Jim's. It mine," said Dean.
"Why Dean?" asked Sam.
"Sam, I could have really hurt you earlier. You'll be safe at Pastor Jim's. Besides you won't have to go to school and make some stupid scrapbook," said Dean.
"Dean, what happened to my hand is not your fault. You know that, right?" said Sam looking Dean right in the eye.
"I know, but I'll feel better if you're at Pastor Jim's," replied Dean.
"Okay," said Sam softly.
John stood outside the room and listened as Dean talked to Sam. He wiped away the tears forming in the corner of eyes and entered the room. He handed Sam two children's Tylenol and a cup of water.
"Sam, you'd better go to bed now. Joshua will be here early in the morning to pick you up," said John as he learned over and gave Sam a kiss on the top of his head.
John sat up with Dean all night long in the family room making sure he didn't fall asleep and hurt himself.
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The next morning Joshua arrived to pickup Sam. After he said goodbye to Dean, he walked to Joshua's car with John, who was giving him instructions on taking care of his hand. Sam stopped at the car and looked up at John with a serious expression on his face.
"You kill this thing. You kill this bastard. You make it pay for hurting Dean," said Sam.
"I will Sammy, I will." said John.
After giving his dad a quick hug Sam got in the car and Joshua drove off.
More to Come
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