Author's note: Here the new chapter, hope I didn't get you guys to wait too long. And I hope it makes up for the shorter chapters.

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Description: The hunt is taking the entire place in the Winchester's family. Will they celebrate Father's day at all?

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Chapter 6

After the frantic call from his youngest, John started to examine Dean while Caleb tried in vain to calm Sam.

"Don't worry Runt, I'm sure he's gonna wake up and start getting on your nerves in no time!"

"But he's so still…." Whispered Sam; all the while never taking his eyes off his brother.

John examined his son carefully but at first sight everything seems to be in order.

"He doesn't seem to be physically hurt thought. That's a good thing." He tried to reassure the two worried faces looking down at him and Dean.

Sam continued his recollection of the event, hoping to help his dad in Dean's prognosis. "It looks like that thing was draining him."

"Draining him?" That statement took Caleb by surprise.

"Yes, I could see the energy going from Dean to that creature before I jump off my bed to stop it." Tried to explain Sam without realizing he was putting himself in danger of retribution.

That didn't go unnoticed by either Caleb or his father. But it was Caleb who spoke up first.

"You step voluntarily out of your protective circle?"

"I had to help Dean! That thing was killing him!" Sam was mad now! How could they accuse him of putting himself in jeopardy when he was helping his brother!

"I'm not accusing you Sam! I'm just asking." Calmly but sternly replied Caleb, who always keep an eye on John to see if he had news on Dean's condition.

Sam was on a role with this discussion.

"Yes I did! And I will do it again to help my big brother!"

"Okay Sammy, it's okay." John replied from his crouch position over his oldest. He was worried enough about Dean, he so didn't need a workup Sam on top of that.

Sam was having none of it; he wanted his family to know how self-sacrifice Dean has become.

"If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at Dean. He didn't put salt around his own bed!"

Caleb was really surprised this time, he couldn't believe his ears.

"He did what? Deuce, I'm so gonna skin you alive when you wake up!"

During all this fuming exchange, John was trying to concentrate over Dean, searching for any hidden injuries. Relief washed over him for coming up empty, silently taking Mary for looking over their son. He then stood up and announces his result to the two very nervous young men watching him doing his exam.

"I didn't find any injuries on Dean. But that thing had drained him almost dry of his life-force, that's what worries me right now."

"His life-force? That's what I saw coming out of him?" Incredibly ask Sam.

"Yes, that's what that creature craved for. She especially loved children's life-force, fill with innocence." John tried to explain, at the best of his knowledge.

"Well it surely didn't get much of that from Dean." Snorted Caleb, trying very hard to hide a laugh, it was too ironic.

"Caleb!" A very irritated John screamed out.

"Well it's true! Your son is not that innocent anymore." Caleb tried to defend himself.

"That is so not the point right now Caleb." John angrily answered, shooting daggers through his eyes in Caleb's direction.

All the while, Sam had resume his position beside his older brother, taking his so cold hand in his, not caring for Dean's reaction later on.

"Is he gonna wake up daddy?"

Turning back toward his sons, seeing the fear in his ten years old eyes, John tried to be as reassuring as he could about this messy situation.

"Of course Sammy, it's the when I don't know."

"Deuce is the stubbornness person I know, he will get through this just fine. I'm telling you, he will be back in no time." Reassured Caleb; saying this as much for Sam's sake then his.

Then began the long wait, minutes changed into hours, night into day, and still no change in Dean's condition. John was getting more worried by the minute, this was taking too long.

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When Friday turned into Saturday morning, Pastor Jim called, wondering why the little family hadn't showed up at the farm yet. They were there on Friday's evening or Saturday's mornings at the least usually.

Caleb, who answered the phone, tried to be as reassuring as possible under the circumstances.

"We're all fine right now but Dean been attacked last night."

"Attacked? By what?" Came the instantly worried voice of Jim over the phone line.

"The Shtriga, you know the creature we're been hunting for the past month." The two hunters had been arguing about the hunt even at Jim's farm over the weekends.

"What? Is he ok? Is he badly hurt?" Asked Jim; all the while packing his medical supplies, just in case.

"No he's fine, physically. He just hadn't waked up yet." Caleb was having a hard time, trying to convince the Pastor not to worry. He wasn't doing a great job, he was scare as Hell.

"That's not normal Caleb. I should come over there and check him over, just to be sure." Now Jim was happy he started his packing earlier in the conversation.

"No you don't have to come all the way up here Jim. John had look him through and found nothing wrong with him." Caleb didn't want Jim on the road, when he was so worried.

"But he doesn't have a medical degree does he? Maybe I can find something he missed. I'm on my way Caleb." Stated Jim, while locking the farm and running toward his car.

"I'm telling you Jim, Dean will wake up before you get here. Jim? Are you listening to me? Jim? He hangs up on me. The Pastor hangs up on me." Unbelievably stated a shock Caleb; putting the receiver down.

"You get that reaction from people all the time Caleb, its normal. For once it's been done to you, not the other way around." John stated, happy for the funny distraction.

He then looked back at the bed holding his two sons, smiling at them, not angry just this once that they were sleeping in the same bed. Sam had crawled beside his brother a while ago and falling asleep holding him tight, not wanted to let go of that connection that reassure him that his brother was still with them, with him.

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Half an hour later, a soft knock on the front door told them that Jim had made a new time record getting there. But seeing the worry writing all over the Pastor's face restrained John from reprimand him, for now.

Jim was quick and didn't loose any second, entering the small house, going straight for the brothers' bedroom.

"How is he?" He asked John, while rushing toward his patient.

"The same, he hadn't made a single move since you call, since the attack." Quietly answered the hunter; worries clearly evident in his hush voice.

Jim stopped at the bedroom entrance, shocked by the pale, almost translucent, appearance of Dean's skin. He calmly made his way toward the bed, exchanging a look with Caleb, and kneeled beside it, opening his medical bag he brought with him.

He took out a stethoscope and started carefully unbuttoning Dean's pyjama top, trying not to disturb the other sleeping form on the bed.

Caleb was secretly very happy about the Pastor's presence. Other then his father, Mackland Ames, he was the only other hunter in the Brotherhood with a medical degree. Maybe they missed out something about Dean, something life threatening. No, he should think like that, Dean will be fine, he has to.

John was also very glad the Pastor decided to come check on Dean, we never could be too safe, especially with the things they deal with every single day.

Jim carefully listened to Dean's heart and lungs and seems happy with the result. He then took Dean's temperature and his reaction was different.

"104, not good, not good at all. Especially with his skin being so cold to the touch. Looks like he's fighting off an infection of some kind. I'm gonna get him started on an antibiotics IV and see if that helps any." Explain Jim, while searching his medical bag for the bag of fluids he always carried, just in case.

"How didn't I think of that? I didn't check his temperature at all. What a lousy father I make." John was battering himself for being so careless.

Caleb quickly jumped to John's rescue.

"That is not your fault John, any of it. Dean didn't have any wound, why will he have a temperature if there was no wound to cause an infection?"

"That creature should have never been here in the first place Caleb!"

"We couldn't know what was going in its mind!"

"No? We put the boys in danger just by being at the factory, poking around."

"It could have attack anyone's family tonight. It's not your fault John."

The argument brought Sam to the waking world, just in time to see Jim sliding the IV needle into Dean's arm.

"What are you doing to my brother?" Ask a very scared Sam, while pulling his brother tighter toward him, protecting him.

"I'm helping him Sam, he's got an infection and this bag contains fluids full of antibiotics that will fight it off for him." Jim explained gently, pointing the IV bag he just hang on a hook on top of the bed.

John, who finish the argument with a dangerous glare toward Caleb, walk back to the bed and put a hand on his youngest shoulder, squeezing it slightly.

"Pastor Jim as come to help Sammy, he will make Dean all better."

"You promise?" Ask Sam, putting his arms in the air, asking for a hug from his father.

"I promise." Answered John while trying to reassure himself and holding his son tightly in his arms.

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To be continued.

Sorry this chapter didn't reassure you too much about Dean's condition; wasn't my intention but it got longer then anticipated.

Next chapter coming soon.