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Summary: It isn't the arm choking his brother that grabs his attention, but Sam clutching his head. "Not a good time, Sammy," Dean says as Sam's hands fall limply to his sides and his eyes stare straight ahead, unseeing of the current events taking place.

Set during Dead Man's Blood.

Visionary Savior

Chapter 2

Dean reacts first; he rushes forward to check Sam's pulse, again. He presses two fingers on the side of his little brother's neck and waits. Finally, Dean feels the steady throb and lets out the breathe he was holding. Sam is just unconscious, not dead, but unconscious. Dean then turns to John.

John is so far out the loop that he can't even see the loop. He can see that this wasn't the first time whatever this is had happened, but Sam being unconscious? John can see in Dean's barely held back panic eyes that this isn't normal or has ever happened before. If Jim is dead, which he doesn't know how Sam would know, then it would have to wait until later--or at least until they're back at the hotel or godforbid the hospital; his boys come first. John turns to Dean.

"Do we need to take him to the hospital?" John asks.

Dean is taken back. Not only is John asking his advise, but about a hospital visit. They don't go to hospitals unless it's life threatening. This isn't life threatening, Sam is just unconscious--or so Dean keeps telling himself. Besides, he doubts a hospital will be able to help Sam anyway because Sam's problem isn't medical--it's supernatural.

Finally, Dean says, "No."

He nods his trust in his son's judgment. "Then we need to get him to the hotel." Their best bet is to get Sam in the Impala, not his truck, since the Impala is a lot lower to the ground; it will be easier to lower Sam into a vehicle than to lift him into one. "Get the Impala, Dean."

Eyes still on Sam's unconscious form, Dean hesitates.

"I won't let anything happen to him," he reassures. Then in his usual commanding tone John finishes, "Go now, Dean."

"Yes, sir." With one last glance back at Sam, Dean hurries through the woods to where he parked.

John watches Dean disappear in the woods before turning his complete attention to Sam. For the first time he really looks at his son.

His hair is still too long, like it always is, and before he realizes it he finds himself brushing the too long strands away from Sam's pale slightly clammy forehead. There's slight bags under his eyes that John suspects are a permanent addition to his son's complexion. Looking closer, he can see the faint frown lines that illustrate the sorrow he should never have known.

This is who his little boy is now.

John knows Sam hasn't been his little boy since long before he went to college, but he can't let go.

He has to face the fact sometime that Sam has grown up, but he can't stop seeing the little boy that use to call him daddy or even the one who use to beg John to let him play soccer with the other kids. This is his little boy no matter how big, responsible, smart, rebellious, or in trouble he is in. He's Sammy and John will always protect him, even if Sam can't see or understand that.

John doesn't know what is going on, but it doesn't matter because he will protect his son from it.

Finally, he hears the rumble of the Impala and sees lights shinning towards him. A minute later, he hears the door squeal open and then Dean's kneeling on Sam's other side.

They waste no more time and together he and Dean are able to lift Sam and stagger to the Impala. Then they gently ease Sam in the passenger set and Dean reaches over his still unconscious form to buckle him.

Dean steps back and John closes the door.

"We will talk about this."

"Yes, sir."

Dean climbs into the Impala, turns the key, and heads back to the motel with John following behind in his truck.

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Without Sam himself to focus on, John focuses on his words, Jim's dead.

He digs his phone out of his jacket, thankful it is still in one piece, and dials Jim's number.

The phone rings once and then continues to ring until he hears Jim's voice telling him to leave a message and that he will get back to him as soon as he can.

Next, John dials the church.

After the sixteenth ring, he hangs up and tries another phone number. This time someone picks up.

"Hello."

"Caleb, find Jim."

"John? Is that you? I haven't heard from you since--"

John cuts him off. "Now, Caleb."

He hangs up before Caleb can respond.

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Driving down the dark road, Dean continually sneaks glances at Sam hoping for some type of movement. At this point, he'll be happy if Sam will flinch. It's probably the eighty-seventh glance that Sam makes any movement at all--his left hand moves.

"Sammy?"

No response.

On the ninety-second glance, Sam actually opens his eyes.

"Sam?"

"Dean." His name is said soft, but Dean has no trouble hearing the sadness or pain.

Sam turns his head more to the left and locks eyes with Dean.

Dean can see pain in Sam's eyes and doesn't know if it's physical, emotional, or both. He's almost afraid to ask, "Yeah, Sammy?"

He stares at Dean with those saddened pain filled eyes before speaking, "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Dean asks, but never finds out the answer.

Sam's eyes slide shut and his unconscious again.

With each glance, Dean worries more. Sam's smart, it's a fact that earned him the title "Geek boy", but he's also the dumbest person Dean knows. His little brother has this problem of thinking things are his fault when they clearly aren't--Jessica's death, Max's murders, Max's suicide, Mom's death, etc. Knowing Sam, who Dean does know, he probably thinks Jim's death was his fault.

Sam only saw Meg--whom Dean doesn't know how is alive since she took a swan dive out a five-story building window-- kill Jim. Sam didn't kill Jim himself or help kill him so it isn't his fault. It's simple, but Dean already knows Sam won't see it that way. As he said, Sam's the dumbest person he knows and when he stays awake for more than a minute Dean's going to tell him just that.

A/N: I know it's short but I won't be able to write more until next Friday so I figured short was better than nothing. I hope I didn't ramble on with John too much, I just had fun writing him.

I can't believe I got 17 reviews! I was excepting like 5-6 at the most. Thank you for taking an interest in this story. I wanted to share my viewpoint and it means a lot that you like it and actually want to read more. Again, thank you and I hope this chapter wasn't too boring for you