Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 27
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Previously: "The man is right Sammy, you need to be checked out, especially your hand. And I could use something myself for the pain in my ribs." Dean answered honestly as he wrapped a supportive arm around his baby brother's shoulder. He couldn't help but wonder how their dad was going to react once he found out what happened.
As Dean leaned back against the ambulance watching the EMT check over Sammy's wrist, he dreaded the thought of what he was about to do. He knew without a doubt that his dad was going to flip when he found out they had been in a fight. Sighing deeply, he pulled up the contact list and pressed the call button when his dad's name was highlighted. Placing the phone to his ear, he only had to listen to it ring twice before his dad's voice came through the line with a gruff "hello."
"Hey dad, it's me." Dean said with a slight shakiness in his tone.
"Dean, what is it? What's wrong?" John questioned as soon as heard the slight edge in his son's voice.
"We, uh, kind of had a little altercation here at the movies. The police are here and they want us to go to the hospital to get checked out." Dean answered as he chewed on his bottom lip.
"You what?" John bellowed at the top of his lungs, anger immediately setting in.
Pulling the phone away from his ear, Dean winced at the anger that radiated in his dad's words. Taking a calming breath, he said, "Dad, just listen to me for a minute."
"Damn it Dean, you were supposed to be watching out for your little brother, not getting him hurt again." John yelled at his oldest, not taking the time to think about how his words might sound. "Shit Dean, you know what the kid has been through over the past few weeks, How the hell could you let him get hurt again when the two of you were supposed to be having fun?"
"M'sorry sir, I didn't mean to let you down, let Sammy down." Dean voiced solemnly as he hung his head. "I just left him alone long enough to get some popcorn and drinks for us. I should have made him go with me." Dean whispered, tears brimming his eyes.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, John knew he was wrong in venting his anger at Dean. He shouldn't be yelling at his oldest for something that he had no control over. "No, I'm sorry Dean, I shouldn't have lost my temper. I know you wouldn't have let anything happen to your brother if you could have helped it. Where are they taking you to?"
"Sioux City Memorial." Dean stated as he swiped his eyes with his shirt sleeve. "I need you to pick up the Impala here at the drive-in. I'm going to ride in the ambulance with Sammy to the hospital. He's a little shaken up and I don't want him to be alone."
"I'll have Bobby drive me there to pick up the car. Dean, how badly are you boys hurt, and don't feed me a line of bullshit either.?" John queried, afraid of what he might hear.
"We're both okay dad. Sammy's in pain from his injured wrist, but I don't think it's any wore than it was. I have a few bruised ribs, but nothing too bad." Dean answered honestly.
"Sonuva….We'll get there as fast as we can. Just take care of you're brother until then." John stated before hanging up the phone, only for Bobby to start bombarding him with questions.
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As Bobby listened in to the conversation going on between John and Dean, he cursed at only being able to hear one side of the conversation. From the look on John's face and the outburst he had made, he knew something bad had happened and that the boys were involved. It pissed him off to know that Winchester Luck had struck once again when the boys were supposed to be enjoying themselves. He felt the hairs rise on the back of his neck as he heard John tell Dean that he was supposed to watching out for Sammy, not getting him hurt again. "What the hell just happened?" He whispered to himself as he waited for the phone conversation to end. It was eating him up inside knowing that something had happened to the boys while he and John had been sitting there on their asses. Breathing a sigh of relief as John hang up the phone, he started firing off questions. "John what happened? Are the boys alright? How badly was Sammy hurt? What hospital are they…?"
"Well if you'd hold up for one damned minute I could answer ya." John stated as he held up his hand. Apparently the boys were accosted while they were at the movies. According to Dean, he had left Sammy alone for just a few minutes to get them some popcorn and drinks when it happened. Dean said they're not hurt too badly, but that the police want to have them checked over by a doctor." John told the hunter who had been one of his mentors. "They're taking the boys to Sioux City Memorial now."
"Well what are we waiting for, let's get to the boys." Bobby stated as he reached over to get his jacket that was hanging on a hook by the door as he pulled his keys from his pocket."
"We've got to pick up the Impala from the drive-in on the way to the hospital." John informed Bobby as he followed him out the door. "Dean didn't want to leave Sammy to ride alone in the ambulance.'
Hearing the words made Bobby's fears raise just a little more for the boys wondering if Dean had been totally honest about their injuries. He knew what the car meant to Dean and how much it would irk him to leave it behind. Climbing in behind the wheel of his blue 1968 Ford 350 truck, Bobby waited for John to get in before firing up the engine. Glancing toward his friend as they pulled out of the drive, he could see how nervous John was by the way his leg was bouncing in nervousness. He knew John wouldn't be able to relax until he was able to see for himself that his boys were indeed okay.
The drive into town was rather quiet as each hunter was lost in their own thoughts about what had happened. Each hunter secretly wished that they would have the chance to meet up with the boys who dared lay a hand on Sammy after everything he had been through, If they had their way, those boys would be drinking out of a straw for a long time to come.
Arriving at the drive-in, John quickly located the Impala and was thankful that the owner of the drive-in had one of his employees keeping an eye on it until it could be picked up, thinking it was the least he could do after what had happened at his establishment. Checking it over for any damage, he was happy to see that the car had come through the scuffles unscathed, and even more so for the fact that neither of his son's blood had been spilled on it for him to see.
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Arriving at the hospital, Dean refused treatment for himself until he made sure that Sammy was checked out first. He needed to know that his baby brother was alright and that his hand wasn't re-injured worse than it already was. Sitting by the hospital bed that Sam was now laying on, he carded his fingers through Sammy's hair. "How ya doing tiger?" He questioned with a smile as he noted the glazed expression in Sam's eyes.
"M'Okay, just feel a little weird is all" Sam answered as he tried to focus on Dean's face. The pain medicine they had given him on the way in had made him feel a little woozy and was making him feel kind of nauseous.
"That's because of the meds they gave you." Dean replied just as the door to the treatment room opened and he looked up to see an orderly with a wheelchair. After examining Sam's hand, the doctor had decided an x-ray was in order to make sure that everything was still in place as it should be. "Time to get up kiddo, you're chariot awaits." Dean informed Sam as he helped him off the gurney and into the chair. Following the orderly to the lab, Dean stood by the door where Sammy could see him as they x-rayed his hand. There was no way he was leaving the kid out of his sight ever again.
Thirty minutes later, they found themselves back in the treatment room as they waited for the results of the x-rays. Sam was laying on the small bed in the treatment room once again while Dean sat on the edge of it, finally allowing the doctor to wrap his bruised ribs. He had just put his shirt back on when he heard the door open to see his dad and Bobby walking through it as the doctor left.
"Hey dad, Bobby." Dean said as he winced while getting up off the bed to meet the two hunters across the room.
Scanning his oldest from head to toe for any visible signs of injuries, John knew right away that Dean definitely had some bruised ribs with the stiff posture he was maintaining. He also noticed the bruise forming around one of Dean's eyes that would probably make for a nice shiner in the morning. Palming his cheek to get a good look at the swollen eye, he said, "Damn Dean, looks like you took a few good hits there son."
"That's nothing compared to what the other guys got." Dean bragged with a smile as he walked back over and sat on the edge of Sam's bed and patted his baby brother on the leg. "You should have seen Sammy boy dad. He showed those bastards what happens when you mess with the Winchesters."
"He did huh?" John smirked as he reached out to ruffle his youngest son's hair and noticed the blush that was creeping up on Sam's cheeks even though he was obviously a little still dazed from the medicine.
"Hell yeah, Sammy gave one of those guys a good swift kick to the gonads which should have him singing in the falsetto range for a good time to come." Dean stated with obvious glee in his voice. "The bastard deserved it too. I bet the numb nut will think twice before he ever tries taking on a kid with a brace on his arm again."
"Numb nut, that's a good one Dean." Sam giggled as he fought the effects of the medication and exhaustion that was trying to take him out for the count.
Smiling at his obviously drugged son's stupor, John gave his shoulder a light squeeze. "Sounds like you fought pretty well tiger, but you took a big risk with that injured hand of yours you know."
"I couldn't just stand by and watch them ganging up on Dean Dad, I had to do some-something." Sam stated with a yawn as his eyes slowly began to droop, the effects of the medication finally becoming too much for him.
"I know you did Sammy, S'okay kiddo, you get some sleep." John encouraged as he once again carded his fingers through Sam's hair, grateful that his youngest wasn't hurt badly in the fight. Like with Dean, Sam had a few noticeable bruises, but he seemed to be doing relatively okay. Hopefully, the doctor would be releasing the boys soon and they could head back to the salvage yard.
TBC