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"Sam" John leveled his gaze intently at his youngest, features flat and emotionless. "I am your father and you will listen to me when I give you orders."

"You're my father when it suite you…" Sam murmured under his breathe, eyes widening as he realized what he had just said. Everything went still. Even the air didn't dare to budge. Sam looked up through his bangs and caught the look on his father's face. His face was creased with lines, years of anger and resentment etched into grooves and cracks in his skin. His eyes were dark, stormy, and settled steely on Sam.

"What did you just say to me, boy?" His voice was on the edge of cracking with furry.

Sam steadied his resolve, picturing his brother with blood dripping from his lips and dangling limply in his seatbelt, his eyes met his father's. "I'm not scared of you anymore. I'm not going to back off just because you use your 'marine' voice. I have something to fight for! I'm fighting for my brother, your son, because nobody else will! He's not a soldier, he's your son and you are going to get him killed."

"And I thought you hated him…" John spat back bitterly, immediately regretting it. Sam gaze him a wounded look, like he had smacked him across his smart mouth, and his guilt stung like he had. You see that's what John Winchester did best, he said the wrong thing. Sam and him were too alike in that area sometimes, "Sam I didn't…"

But his little boy backed away, anger and deep-seated regret dancing in his teary eyes, "You did."

John took a step forward and Sam flinched, his baby boy flinched, and John couldn't blame him, "My temper just got the better of me. I didn't mean to say that Sammy…"

"But you did mean it. You didn't mean to spit it in my face, but you did mean it. That's what you believe right? That I hate my brother? That this is my fault? Well you got one thing wrong, it's not Dean I hate, it's you." John gaped, a blush of shame seeping out over his cheeks. He swallowed thickly in his throat, racking his brain for anything to make this better… when the night came crashing in around them.

"Dean!" Bobby's gruff voice filtered in through the walls and the two Winchesters inside made eye contact before sprinting outside. The door nearly came loose from its hinges with the force of Sam's desperate push to get to his brother, and practically groaned as John smacked out a forearm to keep it from flying back.

"Bobby, what's going on?" Sam called out, threading dirt and dropping heavily by his brother's side. He cupped Dean's cheek with one palm and paled at the sight of blood on his chapped lips. "Bobby, what the hell happened?"

"He was fine, and then he just… he just puked blood and passed…passed out. Come on boy, open your eyes? Flutter those girly lashes for me!" While Bobby spoke John stomped up behind them, cracking his knees on the soil at his eldest head. He cradled his son's head in his calloused hand and threaded the other through his cropped blonde hair.

"Come on Dean-o, wake up. That's an order kiddo!" But still Dean's eyes didn't even flicker. He pressed to fingers gently against his boy's neck, muttering a curse when he was forced to press harder, bruising the flesh with his seeking touch. There. A pulse. Faint and thready but there all the same. He glanced over to his youngest who had a steady stream of tears dripping over his cheeks. "Sam go get my phone and call 911."

"I don't want, I'm not leaving him!" Sam whimpered, clutching tightly to his brother's lax fingers.

"Now Samuel!" John snapped, and a fire passed through Sam's eyes before he conceded and took off at a gallop towards the house. John watched him for a moment before turning his full attention back to his eldest. "Come on kiddo, don't do this to me."

Tears were standing in his eyes when Dean's eyelids flickered. John gulped in a breathe, hiccupping in his throat as Dean's eyes slotted open. "There you go, there you go dean-o open up those eyes for me…"

Dean flickered his eyes open all the way, squinting up at his bright surroundings. A face came into view over head, mom? No, there was too much scruff for that face to belong to his mother. "Daddy?"

John let a breathe pant passed his lips in relief, "Yeah kiddo it's Dad."

"It…It's going to be okay daddy…" John let out a broken noise, caught between a laugh and a sob, "I know, kiddo, I know."

I'm going to fix this, daddy is going to fix everything.