Innocence Implied

Disclaimer: Don't own anything to do with Supernatural, sigh just play with the boys and then send em home again...More or less in the same condition as when I er...

Summary: Dean is 21 and Sam is 17.

This is the continuation of my Innocence Trilogy so if you haven't read them it might pay to go and read them first and then come back here. I promise the story will be here waiting for you when you get back.

Author's Note: Sorry it's a little shorter than normal but it's setting up the next chapter ... you have been warned in advance in other words! hehehe

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Chapter Seven: Look at me Look at you.

Then:

John went into the waiting room and slumped in the closest chair before he acknowledged the presence of his friends.

'How's the boys?' Bobby asked for the three of them.

'They're both in surgery now,' John replied hoarsely, 'they're trying to repair the damage done to Dean's back, a plastic surgeon is working on him, and ah an orthopaedic surgeon is working on Sam's knee and ankle.'

'They're both fighters John, they'll come through this.' Josh said as he pushed a coffee into the distraught father's hands.

'They ahh tried to separate them, Dean laid one of the orderlies out broke his nose,' John smirked, 'they might be able to heal them physically but … but what if I have lost my boys anyway? They might not come back from this, this time. They both had signs of … molestation.'

Then:

John sat between the two beds containing his boys, with the seriousness of the injuries and of their situation with one of the kidnappers still lose, it was decided that the boys were placed in a private room in ICU. The particular wing had a security door and all visitors and staff had to be buzzed in. Only those with approved clearance by John and the police were allowed access to their room.

Bobby and Jim waited for the nurse to buzz them through they were carrying cups of steaming hot coffee and some freshly baked doughnuts, Josh had decided to stay away for the morning, he had some of his own investigating to do.

'What is it Robert, you are more skittish than a cat on a hot tin roof?' Jim asked as he watched his friend once again turn and stare down the passageway.

'Dunno, just got a feeling ya know.' Bobby said shoving his ever-present baseball cap back on his head and then tugged it forward again. 'Feel like someone's watching us.'

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'S-Sammy?' Dean cried out as he was jerked out of his blissful unconsciousness. With wide unfocused eyes he stared around the room and at the man sitting between him and his brother. 'Wha' did ya do to mah brother?' Dean demanded as he struggled to get out of his bed.

'Dean, Dean stand down son, it's me your dad!' John said as he faced his distraught eldest, keeping his hands up and palms forward, 'it's your dad.'

'No, no m'not David.' Dean protested only seeing Ed in front of him, 'let me go please I hafta look afta Sammy.'

'Dean … please kiddo look at me,' John said as he fought back his own tears, 'it's your dad John.'

'Sammy?'

'He's right here in the other bed.' John stood up and moved so Dean had a clear view of his baby brother.

'What happened to him?' Dean strained to get a better look at Sam. 'Why's he so still?'

'They had to give him something to help him sleep so he wouldn't move around too much after his surgery,' John explained as clearly as he could, 'the doctor had to do a reconstruction on his knee and realign his ankle joint as well as remove bone fragments, and repair torn tendons. They had to put his leg in sling traction so it would help him keep it immobile.'

'Is he – is he gonna be able to walk again?'

'The surgeon thinks so.' John said, 'but you have to be careful as well Dean, they had to do skin grafts in some places on your back and had to stitch up … your back was a mess Dean.'

'But Sammy, he's gonna be okay isn't he?' Dean pleaded unable to take his gaze from his sibling.

'Yes Dean, Sam's gonna be okay, but you've got to look after yourself as well.' John had to control his temper as he felt it start to rise with Dean's persistence in putting Sam before himself.

'Gotta make sure Sammy's okay, it's my job,' Dean rambled, he carefully laid himself down again resting on his side so he could watch over his unconscious brother, 'dad gave him to me and told me to watch over him. He said I gotta look afta mah brother, so sorry Sammy.' Dean whispered as he kept a vigil over his brother and lost all awareness of his father's presence.

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Bobby and Jim came around the corner and found John Winchester sitting in the hallway by the doorway to the boys' room. They shared a glance as they realised that the big, tough hunter was sobbing his heart out. Bobby indicated that he was going in to sit with the brothers leaving Jim to look after John.

'John what is it?' Jim asked as he sat down on the other chair and placed his hand on his friend's shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze.

'Dean woke up,' John said his voice cracking as he battled to control his emotions, 'he-he didn't know me, when he woke up Dean didn't know me.'

'I'm so sorry John,' Jim tried to placate the man but he had a feeling that there was more to his distraught state than the fact that Dean didn't recognise him immediately.

'All he wanted was to know about his brother, and then once I told him he just turned on his side and watched over Sam.' John lifted his bloodshot eyes to meet the preacher's gaze, 'he just shut me down Jim … how can I help him – them if he shuts me out?'

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Ed chewed his thumbnail as he watched the hospital; he knew that Winchester was there with the boys as well as the other bastards who had killed Claude. They will pay for that and for taking David and Sean away, he could still feel David's lips on his, it won't be long and he will have his boys back where they belong.

Ed had decided to keep Sean as well, because Claude would want him there when he returns, he wasn't too sure exactly how it was done but he was given the information and the necessary items for the ritual. He had no idea who the person was who had given them to him he was just grateful that soon his little family would be reunited.

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Bobby sat at the end of the two hospital beds, making sure that he gave the brothers a clear view of each other. Sam had been showing signs of waking for the last few minutes and Dean had snapped to attention, it was as though he was hard-wired for everything to do with his brother.

'Sammy?' Dean whispered as he watched his brother fight his way to awareness, 'Sammy you waking up for me?'

'Mm De?' Sam cried out tossing his head around restlessly, 'De where?'

Frantically, Dean fought to get the blankets off and to get out of the bed, 'hang on Sammy m'coming.'

'Dean,' Bobby stood up when he saw Dean struggle to get out of bed, 'hang on ya idjit yer gonna hurt yerself.'

'Gotta help Sammy,' Dean gritted out as he fought to pull out his IV.

'Well just sit there and let me help.' Bobby shifted the set of drawers from between the beds and then releasing the brakes on Dean's bed pushed them together before setting the brakes once again. He made sure that the pole was still in place and that nothing had been pulled out or damaged.

'Th-thanks Sir.' Dean said unable to make eye contact with his 'uncle' Bobby.

'No Sirs here Dean just Uncle Bobby ya idjit.'

'Bobby?' Dean blinked and finally looked up, meeting his uncle's gaze, 'Uncle Bobby?'

'Hey Dean,' the dishevelled hunter grinned at the younger man, 'how ya doin' son?'

'M'kay but Sammy …'

'He's just gotta wake up a little more Dean that's all, the docs put him on the good stuff.'

'Oh okay,' Dean nodded and then started his vigil watching over Sam once again.

'Dean?' Sam finally opened his eyes and immediately squeezed them shut again; his light sensitive eyes felt like they were burning, 'too bright … hurts.'

'Dammit,' Bobby jumped up again and hurried to turn off the overhead lights and pulled the curtains across leaving just the softer exam lights on over the beds, the room now bathed in soft warm glows, allowing Sam to open his eyes and try to focus on the faces watching him.

'De? Really you?'

'Yeah Sammy, look at me huh?' Dean reached over and placed his hand on Sam's arm, 'I'm looking at you and touching you, we're here and we're real Sammy.'

'No more Ed and Claude?'

'No more Ed and Claude.'

'Where's dad?' Sam asked blinking over at Bobby he gave his rescuer a shy smile, 'hey Uncle Bobby.'

'Hey Sam,' Bobby smiled back.

'Doesn't dad want me anymore?'

'Why Sammy?' Dean asked confused, he glanced at Bobby and then back at his brother, 'what's going on Sammy?'

'I heard dad … sure I heard dad talkin' to ya and then … then he's gone no talkin' to me.' Sam's lower lip trembled as he tried to sort out his confused thoughts and memories. 'Dad's shamed of me isn't he?'

'No, no Sam yer daddy's just outside talkin' to Pastor Jim.' Bobby went to Sam's bedside mindful of not touching him, 'I promise ya Sam he's just outside.'

'No, no Claude's … dad's … scared Dean where's Dean?'

'M'right here Sammy, I'll always be here right next to ya Sam.' Dean promised his baby brother, his hand moving up to tangle his fingers in his brother's shorter hair. 'M'sorry Sammy I wasn't there … I couldn't stop him from doin' that…'

'Not your fault Dean, I was bad and had to be punished.' Sam answered turning his head into his brother's touch.

Bobby watched his 'nephews' for a few minutes longer, as they withdrew into their own private world, shaking his head he moved quietly towards the door intent on talking to their father before he came back in, he had to be made aware of just how Sam's dealing with everything.

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Nurse Arnold Cunningham gingerly prodded his bruised cheek, it wasn't the first time a patient had decked him and it probably won't be the last, but Arnold had a particular interest in the Murphy boys.

He knew the boys' faces from the party they were Ed and Claude's boys, they might be the biological sons of John Murphy but they were the sons of his friends Ed and Claude.

With a smile on his face he petted his own boy's hair while he waited for Ed to answer his cell phone, since the raid on Ed's house he hadn't heard from them and now Sean and David were back with Murphy, something was wrong and he was going to help make it right.

'Ed? Hi it's Falcon, yeah, yeah hey got some news for ya on David and Sean … yeah, yeah come here Ed … yeah still at the same address … yeah we'll see ya soon.' Arnold hung up and then grinned down at the boy cowering next to him, 'get dressed, we're going to have company.'