author notes: sorry for the short chapters if i see a place to stop I cut it off. It's just the way I like to write. Please reviews would be appreciated as well story prompts!

Ch.5

xxxxxxxxxx General POV xxxxxxxxxx

Dean could not take it any more. Tears were now streaming down his face full force making his vision go blurry. He begged sam to forgive him. Hearing his little brother scream had just killed him he felt like he was going to be sick but he had to be strong for Sammy, he just had to. His dad's sharp angered voice pulled him out of his distraught.

"Dean stop that crying it's not doing sam any good. Go get some blankets from the trunk." John held sam tight trying not to fall apart in front of his boys. He was the adult, the foundation of the family, but he did have to admit sometimes dean was more of a rock for the family then john ever was or ever will be. John would be gone for days on end and dean was the one left to take care of sam. Dean was the one to comfort sam when he had nightmares. Dean was the one to fix sam breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Dean was the one to get Sammy to and from school. Dean was the one who was always there for sam no matter the circumstances, no matter what, no exceptions.

"Yes sir." Dean responded wiping the tears away and grabbing the three heavy blankets from the trunk."Sir I don't think we can move sam again maybe you could just slide into the car and I could drive. We can't afford to hurt sam more then necessary." John could see dean shaking trying to control it with no avail. Even if John could slid into the car which he new that was not going to be able to happen, he did not think it wise to let dean attempt to drive in his current state.

"dean I will not be able to get in the car holding sam you know that. Sam is unconscious and he is not feeling a thing so he won't feel the shift again but, if he does wake up I think you need to be the one holding him." John knew they needed to be on their way quickly to get sam takin care of and he didn't want to take the risk of someone driving by and seeing them. John did not want that kind of attention.

"okay." Was all dean could muster up without choking. He didn't like the sound of Sammy being unconscious but was relieved at the same time that he wouldn't be feeling any of the pain. Dean slid into the back seat of the shiny, black 67 Chevy impala and laid one of the thick blankets on his lap sitting the other two next to him. John ever so slowly laid sam down across deans lap and into his arms. Dean nodded his head motioning to the other blankets, john got the message and laid the blankets over Sammy's small frail body.

John shut the door and was around the car in the drivers seat in a matter of mere seconds. He turned the key and pulled out onto the curving winding road. John was breaking every speed limit and traffic law there was. thank god there were no cops out this far in the small town of red lake falls, Minnesota. John had to keep looking in the rear view mirror to check on his sons and each time he was greeted with the same grief stricken face of dean. It made him want to stop the car and pull his son into a tight embrace and tell him every thing was going to be all right but he knew he had to get Sammy out of the car and lay him on a bed so his wounds could be tended to.

dean tried to stay up right but dad speeding and with the added turns and twist of the road it was proving a difficult task. Dean held Sammy tight and smoothed down his tussled hair. Dean couldn't take it any more Sammy should not have been there he was simply not ready for this non stop hunting he was so young. Dean had to push the thoughts of would haves, should haves, and could haves, out of his head because this was here and now and Sammy was hurt. The drive seemed to take forever but then he realized they were pulling into the red wolf motel they had been staying at for the week.

author note: please take a second to review I would be forever greatful