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Warning: Child Abuse
Ignorance Is Bliss, Chapter 7
The more they drove, the worse the feeling in the pit of John's stomach got. He could just feel that something was wrong, but he was afraid that if he spoke his fear completely to Bobby, then it'll come true. He never liked leaving his boys - even when it was with people that he knew. Even Bobby. He always had that urgency in him to try to get back as soon as possible, but this was worse, this was different.
Bobby looked over at him for a moment.
"John calm down," was all he said.
The Winchester's eyebrows scrunched together. He shrugged then made kind of a huffing sound. "Me? I'm calm. I'm - I'm fine."
Bobby could see right through him, though. Pretty much anyone could right now. The way he tapped his other foot, the way he kept glancing at Bobby, the way he kept increasing in speed. He was scared. He was nervous. And his nervousness was making Bobby nervous. The whole car was full of tension right now and neither of them quite knew why.
"I'm sure they're fine…"Bobby ties again. But this time it was more to himself than to John. He tried not to let John's fear get to him, but damn it was hard. Those boys had become more and more like family to Bobby as the days went by; and it would kill him to know that something was wrong with them. But he did all he could to keep the negative thoughts away and all the positive ones in.
Sam's alright…Dean's alright… there's nothing to worry about , Bobby kept telling himself. But soon enough they those thoughts became more of a prayer and he began to hope that his words were correct.
John shook his head and rubbed his eye.
"I just got a bad feeling about all this, Bobby," he says honestly.
And Bobby nodded, wishing he felt differently, but he, too felt the same.
He sighed.
"So do I, John."
-Ignorance-Is-Bliss-
Dean woke up slowly with the biggest headache he'd ever had in his life.
Something was wrong.
They were in a room, a dark room and for minute he couldn't even remember how he got there. He was lying flat on his back, aching all over. He groaned. The side of his head was burning hot like there was fire right next to him. With his right hand, he tired to touch it but he couldn't move. Dean's eyebrow scrunched and he could feel himself beginning to panic.
Why couldn't he move?
Okay, calm down , Dean said to himself, just as he imagined his father would. Dean took in a deep breath, but it hurt. Why did it hurt?
Dean took a second and calmed himself as much as he could, then he tried again. He used his strength to lift his right hand. He felt slight accomplishment when it raised off the cold tile floor. With just his index finger, he dabbed at the gash on the side of his head. With just a graze of his finger, his whole body jerked forward. He could feel his stomach muscles tightening, lifting him off the ground a little. He felt his eyes water and a tear slide from under his eyelids.
He could feel his body tightening, stiffening, and it made him scared. His eyes were suddenly heavy, like someone was pushing his eyelids down, trying to close them. And Dean was going all he could to keep them open. He didn't even get a chance to check on Sam yet. He didn't get a chance to do anything.
He was beginning to see black dots that clouded his vision. This was bad and he knew it.
All he had hope for was that his Dad would come back soon.
-Ignorance-Is-Bliss-
Neither John or Bobby could express their relief when they pulled into the driveway of Kris' house. John jumped out the car and jogged to the door. He noticed all the lights seemed to be off, or the blinds were close tightly. Either way, that was weird. He dug into his front pocket to grab the key she had given him. He pushed it into the door and turned it.
"Kris, I-"
He stopped short with the chain on the door kept it from opening all the way. His face scrunched. He banged on the door.
"Kris!"
Almost immediately, he heard footsteps approaching the door.
"John?"
A light flickered on.
Behind John were Bobby's footsteps approaching. He put his hand on John's back peering over his shoulder. John hit the door again.
"Kris, open up!"
There were sounds of fumbling, the door slammed shut. He was about ready to kick it in when he heard the chain being unhooked from the door. Once he was sure it was down he pushed in. Kris was standing right there with her hands out. She instantly wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him.
"You're back, thank God."
Something caught his eye. Red markings on the light-colored carpet. He pushed her away, bending at the knees to get a closer look.
"Kris, what is that?" he questioned. He looked around, looking for any signs of Sam and Dean. He could feel his heart picking up speed. "Is that blood?"
She froze.
"No... yeah, I-"
"Where's my sons?" John commanded more than asked. He began to follow the trail out of the living-room and down the hall. He stopped in front on the closet and looked back at her with a look that said 'I could rip your heart out.'
He swung the door open and he literally felt his heart drop. There, on the ground, he saw both his boys. Dean had caught his attention first, but they might've just been the blood dripping from his head, forming a little puddle by it. He was flat on his back, one hand across his stomach, the tips of his fingers had blood on them. His eyes were closed tight and he could see the pain written clearly on his face. John dropped to the ground, grabbing him by his midsection and shaking him.
"Dean?"
No response. No movement. Nothing.
The only thing that was keeping him from completely losing it was that he could see Dean taking in quick, thin breaths. He was still holding on. He was still fighting.
John brought himself to his feet, eyes locking on Kris like a predator to it's prey.
"You did this," he spat his words out at her.
She held her hands up, backing into the wall.
"John, no. Please-"
His hands curled around her throat and she made a choking sound.
Moments later Bobby came in his direction. What he saw wasn't easy to comprehend. John, cornering Kris to the wall, choking her and then Sam and Dean, bloody on the ground.
"What's th- oh my god," Bobby says, he squeezes past John to get to Sam on the ground right next to him. Sam was on the ground, unconscious, with thick Duct tape over his mouth. His wrists were tied in front of them, turning his hands red. Bobby glanced over at Dean, noticing the blood. Both his and John's hearts were racing. As gentle as he could Bobby removed the tape. It seemed to stick to Sam's lips and Bobby could feel his face straining and his fingers pulling so that he could take it off smoothly.
Bobby didn't notice when, but John had at some point let Kris go and had returned to his boys on the ground. John pressed his index and middle finger to the side of Dean's neck. He found his pulse almost instantly. It was fast - too fast. Looking up, John gripped one of the cotton shirts that were hanging above them in the closet folded it sloppily and let it fall into his lap.
"Dean?" he talked softly as he let his hand slip under Dean's head, giving support as he lifted him up off the ground. "can you hear me, son?"
Gracefully, John let the cloth press up against Dean's head.
Almost instantly, Dean's face scrunched a little. His lips parted and he gave the softest of groans. But it was just what John wanted to hear.
"Dean?"
Once the tape was off Sam's mouth, Bobby took notice of the deep redness on and surrounding his mouth. Immediately Bobby turned him on his side, patting his back.
"John we gotta go. Hospital, c'mon."
Just then, John's attention flickered from Dean who was in his arms to Sam who was still positioned on the ground.
"Oh my god," was all he could say. John stood up quickly, making sure to keep the rolled up cloth pressed to Dean's head in attempt to stop the bleeding. He waved Bobby out.
"Come here, take him, take him," he says urgently, trying to give Dean to Bobby. "Put him in the Impala and start it. I'll be out in three minutes. "
Bobby didn't hesitate. He took the oldest of the Winchester brothers into his arms. John couldn't make out just what he was saying, but he began mumbling to Dean as he rushed out the door and outside.
Behind him, John heard Kris speak up.
"John, I-"
John stepped to her. "I will kill you..." he growled. But he didn't let her get the best of him just yet. He let their eyes break their stare and went to Sam.
The first thing John did was look for a pulse.
His hands were shaking so much that at first he felt nothing. But after one big calming breath, he got his hand to stay still for just a moment to feel his son's weak, feather-like heart beat. It was slow, thin... irregular. There was blood that slid from the side of his mouth and onto the ground.
What the hell happened to his boys?
With teary eyes and a ridged body, John lifted Sam into his arms.
"Daddy's here, it'll be okay, it'll be okay," John whispered to him as he exited the house. Bobby had pulled out of the driveway and into the street. He was leaning over the front seat to where he had placed Dean, trying to comfort him as much as he could.
John immediately went to the backseat where Dean was. He lifted his head and placed it on his lap, the cloth still attempting to sop up the blood that dripped from his head. With one arm, he held on to Sam tight and with the other hand, he had it resting on the back of Dean's head, carding through his hair in a soothing motion.
The Impala jerked forward with a screeching sound as it flew down the street. And in that moment John promised himself something: No matter what happens tonight, he was going to come back for Kris- and he was going to kill her.
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