Hi again! Sorry for the delay, uni has really been riding me the last week or so! But here it is, at last! It's a bit of a filler chap I'm afraid, but hopefully you like it. Once again, please ready and review, and PLEASE send in requests for what you want to see from the Winchester clan in the future! I think the next chapter will probably bring Bobby into the equation, and I'd like to look at when Dean got sent to the boys home and when Sam ran away, but all prompts are welcome!

Anywho, enjoy!

Hope stared up at the emergency room sign and gulped. In all her eight years she had not once stepped foot in a hospital, what with her dad being a paranoid bastard. He was always saying that they were a trap, that the doctors would steal your blood and do experiments on you. And though Hope knew he had started to lose his mind a little towards the end, the paranoia and the stress finally getting to him, eight years of brain washing had left her a little nervous. The big warm hand resting between her shoulder blades gave another little shove, but she lent back into it, shaking her head.

"No... don't want to " She said petulantly, turning back towards the car. John gripped her shoulder and held her in place.

"Now come on Hope, don't be childish. You and Dean both need help... doesn't your face hurt?" Though she wouldn't admit it, the throbbing in her face had reached a merciless new high, but she shook her head again and crossed her arms.

"I AM a child..." She said sullenly.

John huffed and crouched down so their eyes met, keeping his grip on her shoulder.

"Right, spill, what's so bad you'd rather stand out here with a big hole in your face than go inside, where the nice doctors will have something to make the pain go away? Hm?" He asked, eyebrow raised. Hope flushed slightly and looked at her feet, the heat in her cheeks making the blood thump painfully against the scratches on her face. She mumbled something to her feet that John didn't quite catch, at least, what he heard didn't make a scrap of sense so he must have heard wrong.

"I'm sorry, what?" He asked, titling his ear towards her slightly. Her eyes flicked up to his and immediately back down to her feet.

"They're going to steal my blood..." She muttered a little louder. Nope, he'd heard right the first time.

"Why in God's name would you think that?" He demanded, making her flinch.

"My pa told me... He said that because I'm different they would try and keep me and steal my blood." She said, embarrassed. John's eyebrows twitched with curiosity but he tried to stay casual, not wanting to startle her out of revealing important information. He had no idea what her father had been, it was nothing he'd ever seen before, and there was a part of him that still feared she was going to flip and hurt his boys. But so far he hadn't seen anything strange from her, not so much as a peanut allergy. If she knew something though...

"Different how?" He asked nonchalantly.

"He never told me... just said I was special." She shrugged, not wanting to talk about this any more. The throbbing behind her face was getting worse, one of the gashes still bleeding sluggishly, and Dean had gone terribly pale again, looking faint. She really didn't want to go inside, but if it helped Dean... her resolve to remain outside was starting to crumble. John looked disappointed at her answer, but her dad was still a sore topic for her...

"Well let's just keep all that between us okay? The doctors don't need to know, we don't want them asking questions." He steered her over to the bench Dean was leaning heavily against, trying to look cool despite the sheen of sweat covering his waxy yellow complexion.

"Okay, run through the plan again. When you're asked, what do you say happened?"

"We were in a car wreck, you swerved to avoid something and we hit a tree." Hope recited, pressing her fingers to her hot face. John gently pulled her sticky hand away and held onto it.

"Stop touching it. And what are your names?"

Dean coughed and held up his hand like he was in class. John sighed with exasperation but humoured him.

"Yes, Dean?"

"David and Helen Harrison, and you are our dad, Mark." He gritted his teeth and groaned. The pain was starting to get the better of him and he knew that despite how much he wanted this to be over, he was facing a good few hours of painful prodding and poking before he was released. John reached out with his free hand to steady his son,

"Breathe though it son... if they ask you anything else send them to me or pretend you've forgotten. Come on, let's get you inside before you pass out." He put his arm around Dean, taking most of his weight and took off towards the door, feeling a little hand slip itself into his, He looked down at Hope's torn face and into her pleading eyes, giving her a lopsided smile.

"Come on Kid, everything will be fine. I promise I won't let them steal your blood." She gave him a slightly skeptical look and let him lead her through the electronic doors, Sam walking close behind in case she tried to bolt.

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The administrative nurse behind the desk took one look at the motley band that had just dragged themselves awkwardly into her emergency room and signalled an orderly to bring them a wheelchair. He rushed forward and guided Dean into it with such a no nonsense gesture that the teen didn't even think to argue, just did as he was bid.

"Please... I lost control of the car and we- and we..." To pay John his dues, his shocked father performance was Oscar worthy as he desperately gripped the orderly's hand, holding Hope to his side with a shaking arm.

"You need to calm down sir, everything's going to be just fine. If you could just follow me this way we'll get you straight to a doctor." He pushed Dean's chair into motion down the hallway, the rest of the Winchesters trailing after him into an exam room where a doctor in a white coat already waited.

"Right, straight to business. This young man needs to go down to x-ray immediately please Simon, " He said, gesturing to Dean, who tried to argue but thought better of it when he caught his dad's eyes.

"It's all right David, we'll be right here." John said, a hardness in his voice that was enough warning for Dean to get the message. Simon the orderly nodded and wheeled a very nauseous looking Dean back out of the room.

"Okay I'm Dr. Peterson, can you tell me what happened." The doctor said, wheeling his chair up so that he was sitting directly in front of John who had Hope anchored in between his legs, her hands gripping his knees in terror. He felt her muscles tense as she considered making a run for it and tightened his grip. The doctor snapped a glove onto his hand and scooted himself a little closer so she was trapped like a sheep in pen between him and John.

"I honestly don't know, I saw something in the road and panicked... me and Steven here got out unharmed." He reached out a hand to pull Sam down into the seat next to him.

"But Helen and David... Oh god." He said shakily, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Hope was impressed, either the theatre lost a fantastic actor when John became a hunter or he had done this a few too many times...

"Okay, you must be Helen." The doctor said, placing a gentle hand on her chin and tilting her head back slightly so he could get a better view. Hope wanted to just nod, but his hand holding her chin was in the way.

"Yes sir..." She answered quietly, flinching as his thumb touched the corner of the deepest scratch. She struggled a little against their combined grip, trying to duck out and run but he smiled kindly down at her.

"There's no need to be afraid sweetheart, this will be over before you know it." He assured her, scooting backwards slightly so she didn't feel quite so trapped.

"Well, I'm afraid you're going to need a few stitches Helen, but it's nothing to worry about, you won't feel a thing, and if you take good care of it afterwards it will probably not even scar." She started to hyperventilate as he rolled himself over to a cabinet by the door and began laying out utensils onto a stainless steel tray. A little hand rested itself on top of hers and she turned to look at Sam, who gave her a reassuring smile, his fingers lacing with hers. It helped, calming her slightly, but her breathing still came fast and heavy as the doctor scooted back over, tray in hand.

"Well, young man, you may want to look away, but sir I would appreciate if kept a hold of your daughter." the doctor said, picking up a small needle and syringe. The second Hope saw it she baulked, trying to slip out of John's hands. He gripped her tight and lowered his his face to her ear.

"Close your eyes kid, it's just an anaesthetic." He whispered, dropping a comforting kiss onto an unmarked part of her cheek. She heard him but continued to freak, thrashing in his grip. He moved his hands so that one was around her chest and the other around her hips, holding her tight to his body.

"Sorry doc, she's not great with needles..." John apologised, intermittently making soothing noises into her ear. Dr. Peterson nodded and as fast as possible discharged the syringe of anaesthetic into her cheek. Judging by the way she didn't stop thrashing for a second while he did it, he guessed she hadn't felt a thing. He chuckled quietly to himself and put a hand on her shoulder.

"See, not that bad, you didn't even notice me do it." There was a slightly patronising note to his voice, but Hope allowed it, slowly calming enough to stop thrashing and screaming in John's grip. He sighed in relief, his arms had been starting to cramp gripped so tightly around her.

"You've- you've already done it?" She asked quietly, confused. Dr. Peterson smiled and nodded, rooting around the tray.

"You won't feel a thing now. But you might want to close your eyes for the rest, it can pretty scary seeing the needle coming towards you." Hope nodded, ever the brave little soldier. She kind of like the doctor, he didn't seem the sort to steal her blood and conduct nefarious experiments on her. All the same, when he lifted the needle to thread it with surgical thread she whimpered and gripped tighter on John's knee, glad that he still had his arms around her. She was sure if he hadn't been holding her she would have slithered to the floor like a dead snake. She snapped her eyes shut and scrunched up her face, waiting to feel the needle pierce her skin.

"Sweetheart, you're going to have to relax your face a little or you're going to end up stuck like that." The Dr joked. Hope instantly unscrunched her face, taking his words 100% seriously. She felt a slight tugging feeling at her forehead and relaxed a little, if this was what having stitches felt like she hoped that she could have all her future injuries stitched too, instead of having to wait for them to heal.

After a few minutes she felt a tug that had a certain finality to it and opened her eyes in time to see him cut the thread on her chin.

"Can I see it?" She asked excitedly, her earlier fear a thing of the past. She felt John laugh silently behind her as the doctor pulled a small hand held mirror out of the cabinet and hold it up in front of her. Tentatively she touched the stitches, not really feeling anything yet while the anaesthetic was still in effect. It wasn't nearly as bad as she'd thought. Sure, there were four deep gouges that split her face in half diagonally from the corner of her forehead down to her jaw on the opposite side, but only little chunks of it had actually warranted stitching. Once again John gently pulled her hand away from her face and held it, giving her a tired smile.

"Don't touch it!" He told her, chuckling quietly. She blushed and lent against him, finally letting go of her death grip on his knee with her other hand.

"I didn't mean to make a fuss..." She told him. John just shook his head and glanced up at the doctor, worried she would say something that gave them away.

"There, all finished, and like I said, if you take good care of that, I doubt it will scar. But now the excitement is over, I'm afraid I'm going to have to steal you dad away for a few minutes to talk about some grown up things." The doctor produced a clip board with a particularly hefty wadge of paper on it, waving it apologetically at John, who just sighed and manoeuvred Hope out from between his legs so he could stand.

"No problem Doc. Sweetie, you wait here quietly with your brother." He said sternly to Hope, sitting her in the seat he'd just vacated next to Sam. He gave both of them a look the fathers seem to instinctually know a pointed a finger at them.

"I will be just outside this room... behave yourselves..." He warned. Both nodded innocently. He huffed and followed the doctor into the hall, muttering.

A comfortable silence fell over the two as they sat waiting for John to return. After a little while though, as the anaesthetic started to wear off Hope began to shift uncomfortably in her seat, her hand reaching half way up to her face before going to grip the edge of the chair. Sam Stood up and began searching the room for something.

"What are you looking for?" Hope asked curiously, her eyes following him around the room as he opened draws and rummaged in cabinets. He just turned and gave her a mischievous smile.

"You know, the first time I ever had to have stitches was because I tripped getting out of the car and put my hand in some broken glass. It was nothing major, but dad wasn't quite so... confident with his needle back then so he took me to the hospital just in case. They ended up giving me about three stitches and a pat on the head and you know what?" He chuckled and shook his head, plunging his arm to the back of a cupboard.

"I screamed the whole time, I mean from start to finish even though I couldn't feel anything- Aha!" He produced a big jar of candy and shook it at her triumphantly. Coming to sit next to her he unscrewed the lid and delved in, rooting around.

"But, I guess what I'm trying to say, is that you were awesome back there. And not only do you look like a super villain with those scratches, which is crazy cool, you saved my brother's life... our brothers life. You definitely deserve some candy for that, so quick, fill your pockets before dad gets back."

She didn't know what to say... She was pretty sure nobody had ever been as consistently nice to her as the Winchester brothers and she definitely was not equipped to reply to something like that. He'd said "our brother"... "our"... She had a brother... She had two brothers! A family!

Sensing that a hallmark moment was approaching Sam coughed awkwardly and started stuffing her pockets with candy, blushing.

He was just closing the cupboard door again when the sound of footsteps entering the room startled him back around.

"I wasn't doing anything!" He blurted, putting his hands up in surrender. His dad raised an eyebrow at him, dragging Dean into the room by his good arm, the other encased in plaster.

"That doesn't look like behaving yourse-"

"Guys! Check it out! My arm is a weapon!" Dean shouted over his dad, grinning foolishly as he smacked his arm repeatedly against the metal frame of a chair, filling the room with a painful clanging. Sam took the opportunity to edge closer to Hope, putting himself slightly behind her in the hopes his dad would forget how terrible he was at lying...

"Dean! Cut it out or a will cut that damn thing off! We need to leave, now. They're asking question about insurance and something about calling social services." He shoved a pharmacy bag in his pocket and dragged Dean into the middle of the room, holding out his other hand to Hope.

"Let's go kid."

I'm not too thrilled with the ending, but it's here!

Tell me what you think!

Much love,

Liné