A/N- Okay so I know I have kept you guys waiting much too long. I got caught up with school then summer and I just wasn't motivated to write. The hospital/medical stuff is really hard for me to write so I was just really reluctant to well... write it. I am a really busy person but I think about this story all the time and I promise I WILL finish it. I have no medical knowledge except for google. I don't really love how this chapter flowed but that is mostly due to the fact i haven't really picked this up for a couple months. next chapter should hopefully be better. Okay on with the story...

Ch.8

John looked up at his oldest who hadn't stopped pacing since they entered the new room the nurse had directed them to. John shifted in the chair he had been sitting in and looked around the room uneasily. They had directed the two older winchesters to a room that obviously was meant for patients that where going to be there for a while and that had John worried. he didn't know if Dean noticed or not and if he did notice he didn't voice it.

"Son please for the love of god just sit down. Your going to wear a hole in the floor if you keep that up." John said breaking the silence that had been accompanying them for a little over an hour. He just couldn't take the pacing any longer.

"Sorry sir." Dean immediately stopped pacing and sat down in the chair closest to the window. "Sam has been gone for over an hour whats taking so long. what if there is something seriously wrong. what if the doctor isn't who he said he is. Oh my god dad we have to go get the guns and the salt we have to get Sam out of here and gank these sons of bitches!" Dean shot up and started for the door.

"woo Dean sit down there is not a hunt here. Sam is fine. We are not ganking any one. Just sit and take a breath nothing is going on here." John also stood completely prepared to tackle his son if he tried to hunt the doctors. That was definitely something they didn't need.

Again Dean stopped and took a seat nodding keeping his head down. "Sorry dad I'm just worried. I cant think straight." Dean as if on que heard footsteps and stood waiting anxiously for sam to come through the door. But was instead greeted by a grim faced doctor.

"Doc. where's Sam? Is he okay? Can I go see him?" Dean shot questions off like a machine gun.

"Hey Dean take a breath. You need to calm down." John laid a firm hand on his eldest's shoulder.

"I'm not going to lie to you it's looking pretty grim." The doctor said sadly. "Time is of the essence. I think Dean here should take a walk while you and I talk."

"The hell I am!" Dean shouted. "Sammy is my responsibility I'm his big brother I need to know what's going on. I'll be fine."

"It's okay doc. Dean's tough he can handle it." John spoke confidently.

"Okay then maybe we should sit down-"

"You said time is of the essence and now your wasting it. Get on with it." Dean spat venomously. For christ's sake he needed to know what was going on with Sammy.

"Okay as you said time is of the essence so I won't go in to too much detail. When we took him for an X-ray we learned that his right leg is indeed broken in two places, his left ankle is sprained, both shoulders dislocated" Dean nodded at the things he was already aware of. "Left arm broken, as well as his wrist sprained, Sam has five places on his back where the ribs are fractured and six broken ribs in the front of his chest." The doctor gave a second for the information to sink in. He noticed how pale the father and brother had become and wished more than anything that he was finished giving bad news, but there was still more. He needed to tell the family what was wrong quickly so he could move to save this boy. "Sam also has a fractured sternum which is giving him some difficulty breathing. His pelvic bone also has been fractured. We are prepping sam for surgery right now-"

"surgery? Oh my god Sammy must be in so much pain. What is the surgery for? Is it dangerous? Will Sammy be alright?" Dean was freaking out Sam had so many broken bones and now they where taking him to surgery. Why would someone need surgery for broken bones.

John wanted to ask so many questions but it seemed Dean beat him to it. John was going to have to get Dean to calm down before he snapped but how was he suppose to do that when he himself was about to blow his top off? "Dean the doctor needs to get Sammy to surgery I'm sure it's safe and Sam is going to be just fine. Doctor I do have to ask what the surgery is for though?"

"Sam has internal bleeding from a bone that was broken off and we need to go in to stop the bleeding. While in surgery we will also fix his pelvic bone as best we can. Now I found some other things during his CT scan that have me mildly concerned." The doctor noticed the sharp in take of breath from the older brother and paused before continuing. "It appears Sam has a serious concussion that could provide trouble but we will have to look into that later after we have some of his other injuries taken care of. I just wan't you to be prepared." The Father of the the boy stuck out his hand and the doctor shook it firmly.

"I can not thank you enough for taking care of my boy." John said gruffly.

The doctor thought it was strange how well put together this man was compared to his son who looked as if he was going to vomit. "Now excuse me I really need to prepare for Sam's surgery."

"of course." John responded.

"d-dad?" Deans stuttered voice so soft John could barely hear it.

John looked over at his oldest and saw how pale and sickly he looked. This frightened him because he couldn't tell if it was because Dean was injured or if he was just extremely worried about his baby brother. "Dean, Son are you alright?" John asked truly concerned.

"NO dad I am NOT alright! My baby brother is going into surgery right now because of internal bleeding. Sammy has tons of broken bones a concussion and god know's what else! and it's all my fault dad! it's all my god damn fault!" Dean shouted with angst. John was frozen in place as he watched his soldier, his shield, his no chick flick moments hunter break down and fall apart. Dean was hyperventilating sucking in ragged breaths as tears streamed down his face. Then he began to crumple in on himself; falling towards the ground in a heap.

John seeing his son begin to topple over sent him out of his frozen state of 'what the hell am i suppose to do' into action; he grabbed dean before he could hit the ground and hurt himself by hitting his head, spraining his ankle, or something dumb like that. John then proceeded to gently lower himself and his broken toy soldier to the ground. John pulled his son tight to him practically cradled him in his lap. Dean was tall and built so John couldn't even imagine what the scene would look like to a bystander. It was uncomfortable and awkward as hell but yet somehow it felt soothing and loving and- and like home. John knew he should be telling his boy that it was alright that it wasn't his fault but John just had to take a moment and pull himself together. He knew that if he where to try and speak now he also would fall apart and John knew he couldn't allow that to happen. He had to be strong for his sons, he had to keep it together. John felt his son shaking in his arms the sobbing racked through his body. Dean was loudly choking in breaths and shuddering them back out again. John shielded himself and locked his emotions in a deep dark box hidden away in the depths of his soul before he spoke. "Hey ace it's alright. It's not your fault. Sammy boy is gonna be just fine but, he needs you to be strong for him he needs you there for him. can you do that for Sammy, Dean?" John whispered into deans ear as he squeezed his son just a bit tighter. Dean's sobbing slowed to quiet crying and gasps of air before dying out completely left only with stuttering hitches in Dean's breathing. John knew the Sammy card would work. It always did, always would. Sam was Deans everything. Dean would do anything for sam and vice-versa. Most of the time he was happy and proud of that fact other times it scared the shit out of him.

Dean slowly pulled back from his father and stood. He wiped his face hastily with his hand. Dean's face was red and splotchy. John was unsure as to wether it was strictly from the crying or if embarrassment played a key role in it. John assumed the latter. "m'sorry sir" Dean spoke before turning and heading towards the chair by closest to the window never even coming close to meeting his father's eyes. So definitely embarrassed thought John. He then himself got up off the shinny hospital floor and moved over to the opposite wall to sit in the hard, blue, plastic, hospital chair that was brought in so both men would have a place to sit while they waited for news on their baby's condition.

A/N- okay sorry if dean or john seemed out of character but understand he just had a mental break down he snapped and I will hopefully go through what dean is thinking in the next chapter. Tell me what you think please. If you have anything you HAVE to see in this story let me know and i try will try to shove it in. This story has a long way to go and will hopefully go places you don't expect. PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW!