Dean hadn't thought about his father until after the car started to pull away from the motel parking lot. He also hadn't noticed that there was an ambulance driving in front of them at a much faster speed. It started to disappear into the darkness, and Dean knew that his father had to be in there and that he was no where near happy.

His father had never liked doctors or hospital, no matter how bad the injury was. John would only rely on his father and his a few fellow hunters and no one else. Dean could tell that the doctors would be in for a big surprise. But he couldn't worry about that now; now he needed to make sure that Sam wouldn't be taken away from him or harmed.

The officer from their bedroom was driving, while the cop that had ran after Sam was in the passenger seat. The driver took quickly glances every few minutes back at the two Winchesters as he drove, Dean realized. He hadn't really cared what the officers did at that moment for all he wanted was his family back and he didn't think it would be coming back together for awhile.

Sam hadn't really grasped what was going on, but all he knew was that he didn't want to leave his brother's side. His little fingers were clinging for dear life to his brother while they started to check Dean and himself for any injuries. Dean tried to keep them away from Sam, but that only made them worry that he was protecting his father by hiding Sam's bruises or scars.

Eventually Dean let them check Sam, but swatted their hands away if they tried to physically touch his little brother. The one male doctor started to get so frustrated up that he threatened to separate the two boys. The elder brother started barking out obscenities and threats, causing the doctors to get nervous for his mental health and that of his brother.

"What did that man do to them?" "What did he put them through?" "Could he be protecting his father, by hiding something?" "How can people do this to their children?" Dean could hear all these questions being asked even though the doctors and nurses had stepped out of the room. He looked at Sam, who was pretty content with just holding onto Dean's shirt with his head buried in his brother's arms.

Dean started to push back Sam's hair, trying to sooth his brother into sleep. Instead Sam's head popped up and his tired eyes looked up at his brother, "Dean, you said Dad was coming home. Where is he?"

Those brown eyes just poured into his brother's causing Dean to just stare back, not knowing how to answer his little brother. He opened his mouth to answer, but was, luckily, saved by a female doctor walking into the room. She had long blonde hair, just like his mother had. She was slender and had a warm smile as she bent down to talk to the two Winchesters. "Hello," she said politely, "Can you tell me your names?"

Dean gave her a suspicious look, noticing that she doesn't normally wear a lab coat since the sleeves were a little short on her arms and she seemed a little uncomfortable wearing it. "Who are you?"

"Well technically I asked first, but I'm Dr. Karen Krohn. I just want to know some things about you and your family," she gave another warm smile, making it easier for Dean to trust her, but he was still skeptical.

"What kind of doctor?" Dean asked again, trying to keep the conversation off himself and his family and back onto this "doctor". Sam's eyes shot back between his brother and Karen, wanting to trust her, but knowing that his brother knew best.

Karen's bright blue eyes shot over to Sam briefly, but returned back to Dean. She cocked her head in confusion until his eyes flickered down to her lab coat. "Ohh, you're an observant one. Yea, I'm not a physical doctor. I'm more of a…get information doctor. I don't normally have to wear these, but there's a first time for everything." Karen stopped herself, realizing her patient was trying to draw her off her mission. "So, about that name?"

"I'm Sam," the four-year-old answered quietly, looking up at his brother, hoping he wouldn't be mad. Instead, Dean's eyes just looked down upon his brother's expressionless, almost two blank voids; Sam didn't know if that was a good sign or a bad sign. "Dean?" he whispered.

The dark green eyes panned over to Karen, noticing her hand moving over the paper with her pen. He wasn't sure how his father would react to giving away their information. That was the moment Dean was reminded of his father's situation, "Where's my dad?"

Karen's eyes shot over to the door where two doctors stood, watching to see what would happen. "He's in another room; they're just making sure he's okay." She replied, her eyes smiling with sympathy. "How old are you?"

"I want to see him," Dean demanded, his eyes turned into a swirl of stubborn rage. He jumped off the hospital bed he and his brother were sitting on, making Sam follow him. His little brother yawned, pawing his eye, trying to stay awake. Karen immediately stood up, not sure if their father was in any condition to see anyone, let alone have his sons see him in any horrifying condition.

"I don't think that's—" she began before Dean's eyes locked onto hers. Although she was looking at an eight-year-old, it felt as though he was 30 years old. His eyes spoke volumes and it seemed that all she could do was see if his father was able to be seen.

She sighed and left the room, talking to the doctors just outside the room. It was always easier to argue with two stuffed-white collars than children anyway. "Let me find out if you can, okay?"

Dean's head nodded softly before Karen left the room; Sam's hands were permanently glued to his eyes at that point, making his brother smile at how hard he tried to stay awake. The dark green eyes, that started to look brown, looked down at his brother and knew that he really needed his sleep. "Come on Sammy. You're going to sleep."

"No Dean, I want to stay up and see Dad." Even with his protest he crawled on top of the bed, laying his head on the pillow. The brown eyes slowly closed while his brother grabbed the blanket and pulled it over his brother; Dean sat on top of the bed, next to Sam, running his fingers through his hair.

He waited for Dr, Krohn to come back, but wondered what kind of "doctor" she really was.