This is my third story, I hope you like it.

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Chapter one: The special water

Sam stared down at his hands folded neatly in his lap, he was waiting for Jon to get home. It was the first time since Sam had learned about hunting that Jon and Dean had been gone at the same time, he was only four and they hadn't gotten him a baby sitter, so naturally he was board, but Dean had told him to sit exactly like this until they got back. They were on the second story of a house thing that they had to rent because the town had nowhere else for people to stay. He wanted to obey them but he saw the bag from across the room, it was the one Jon and Dean were always picking things out of, he wanted to see what kind of toys they had that he wasn't allowed to have, he slipped of the bed his brother had sat him on and walked over to the bag, he pulled out a bag of water, why would someone want to play with this, it's water? Maybe it was special water, maybe it changes if you pour it out. Sam opened up the container and poured it onto the floor, some of it dripped down the stairs and some of it fell onto the computer next to Sam, it made a spark.

Sam jumped back when it sparked, why did the box thing spark? Daddy and Dean are going to be mad… I should go sit back where me is supposed to be… and so he did, and he waited there until he heard the door open and Jon and Dean walk up the stairs, "What the hell happened here?" Jon yelled when he saw the computer broken. Sam ran behind Dean's legs, "I wanna to know what the special water for." Jon glanced at him like he didn't make any sense , but dean was literate in 4 year old Sam speak, he walked over to the bag and picked up the holy water container and held it up for his dad to see. Jon turned from confused to pissed in about a millisecond, he grabbed Sam by the shoulders and shook him, "Didn't I tell you not to touch our stuff?" he yelled, his nails were digging into Sam skin and Sam squealed a little, " Dad, you might want to let go, I think you are hurting him." Dean suggested softly, "And it should hurt Dean, you think that the people we are renting this place from are going to be okay with us frying their computer, we are going to have to pay for that and Sammy here is going to work to pay for it." Sam was not too scared yet, don't get me wrong the kid was terrified, but he had been more scared before, "It's Sam, not Sammy." Sammy whispered quietly.

Dean gave him the I would shut up right now if I were you look, and Sam didn't say anything else, "I can call you whatever I want, bastard. You listen to me you are worth nothing, but I have to drag you around with me because you are my son, but don't think that you are special because I take you with me. Why do you have to go and screw up everything? How hard is it to sit still while your brother and I go for a salt and burn?" If Jon were not pissed and not so drunk he might have noticed that Sam's back was to the stairs and the whole time Jon was walking forward, and Sam walking backward, but he didn't. When Jon let go, he pushed Sam back the centimeter that was left between Sam's feet and the edge of the stairs. Sam felt himself falling down and he didn't know why, had Jon pushed him off because he was a bad boy? "Sammy!" Screamed Dean, jumping forward to catch Sam, but Jon was in the way. "Sammy! Sam, Sammy!"

Dean practically flew down the stairs heading to his baby brother laying at the bottom with his arm twisted behind his little body at an unnatural angle. When Dean got there he saw blood dripping from Sam's head, just a little but that was enough for him to freak out, "Sammy-hey, wake up for me buddy." Dean put his hand gently on Sam's shoulder and looked up at Jon, glaring, "What the hell Jon?" Jon was not ready to admit he was wrong, "Kid should have been holding on to something, he knew he was close to the edge." Jon took his time coming down, he looked over Sam and frowned, "Dean don't touch him, let me." Jon started to reach for Sam's shoulder, but Dean blocked Jon's hand , "You've done enough, plus you're drunk, I'll get him you just need to drive us to the ER." Jon was about to protest taking Sam to the hospital but he looked at Dean who was pissed and determined. Jon walked away to go get some more booz, of course, thought dean as he watched Jon leave.

Dean gently turned Sam completely on his back so he could look over him, he tugged Sam's arm out from underneath his back, it was bent in3 places instead of just one, one bend was a obvious right angle on his upper arm, but the other was a slight bend on his forearm, he is not going to be happy when he wakes up. "Shit Sammy, this is pretty bad little guy. I need you to wake up for me so I can help you out." But Sam didn't, Dean pried open his eyes and looked at his pupils; one was bigger than the other, Dean had really hated concussions, they were just messy.

Dean prodded Sam some more and Sam finally opened his eyes, " 'ean?" Dean put a hand on Sammy's face, "Hey buddy, how you doing there? I have to ask you to wiggle your toes for me okay? Just to make sure you're okay…" Sam looked confused as he wiggled his toes like Dean had asked. Sam tried to sit up but Dean put his hand on Sam's chest, "Don't get up, let me check your legs." Dean looked over Sammy's leg, he saw a few forming bruises, but not an obvious break, but there could always be one. "Just in case, here we go." Dean pulled Sam up in a hold like you would hold a baby, Sam whimpered as his arm shifted when Dean picked him up, "Shh, it's okay bub. I'm going to take you to the hospital, they can help you." Dean walked out to the door to the car, Jon was standing next to the car, he walked over and told Dean to give Sam to him, Dean shook his head defending his now unconscious brother, but Jon persisted. Sam's face withered up in pain, " Ouchie, Daddy don touch me! 'ean help me! Get 'im off." Sam started sobbing and Jon looked shocked, Dean just took Sam back into his arms and glared at Jon.