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Chapter 7

Dean woke the next morning and found Sam sleeping peacefully. He smiled and ruffled his brother's hair. Sam moaned and turned over, but didn't wake. Dean took that as a good sign. Since his brother was sleep, he decided he was gonna see his dad. He walked over the nurses' station.

"Hi, my brother's sleep right now, but I was wondering, if he wakes up, if you could just let him know that I had some things to take care of and I will be back."

The nurse nodded and he left the hospital and drove to the motel where his dad was staying. He was gonna murder that bastard.

*SPN*

"Dean, it's good to see you son," John said as he opened the door.

"Yeah? Somehow I don't buy that."

"What do you mean? I am always happy to see you, Dean."

"What about Sammy? Are you ever happy to see him?"

"Dean, what's the matter? You seem angry."

Dean grabbed his father by the collar and shoved him against the wall.

"I should kill you now," Dean growled.

"Dean, Dean, let's talk about this. I am confused as to what you are accusing me of."

Dean shoved his father again, "You fucking asshole! Sammy's in the hospital because of you! Because you couldn't keep your fucking hands to yourself."

John smiled and shook his head, "Sammy is in the hospital because of himself not me. He deserved to be punished. He doesn't know how to listen."

Dean punched his father in the face knocking him on the floor, "Don't you EVER say that about Sammy! Sammy, never did anything wrong! If anyone deserves to be punished, it's you, dad!"

John stood up, wiped at his bloody lip, and smiled. "So that little bitch told you, huh?"

"How could you do that to him, dad? No wonder he was always afraid of you. You know what? You are one sick puppy."

"So what are you gonna do? Kill me?" John sneered.

Dean shook his head, "No, you're not worth it. But if you touch my brother again, I swear I will not hesitate to kill you."

"You'd kill your own father?"

Dean walked to the door, "You are not my father. You stopped being my father, when you abused my little brother. I am warning you John, if you even do so much as look at Sammy the wrong way, I will fucking blow your head off."

Dean walked out the room and slammed the door. Breathing heavily, he started the impala and headed back to the hospital.

*SPN*

When Dean got back to the hospital he found a bunch of doctors and nurses in his brother's room.

"What the hell happened?" he asked no one in particular.

A nurse with the nametag "Karla" came over to Dean, "He woke up screaming. Doctor Campbell and Erica, another nurse, came in to check up on him. He started freaking out and that's when more nurses and doctors were called in."

Dean pushed through the doctors and nurses. He saw others holding him down. He got angry.

"Let go of my brother," He growled.

"Sir-…" One of the nurses started.

"Let go of my brother or there will be hell to pay. And everyone BACK UP!"

Those who were holding Sam down let go, and the others backed up. Dean pulled himself closer to Sam.

"Sammy? What happened?"

"Dean, where'd you go? They were hurting me."

"Sorry kiddo. What did they do to you?"

"They were trying to stick a needle in me. They told me that I needed stitches."

Dean sighed, "Sammy, they've got to put stitches back in you, because the ones you had earlier got torn."

"But Dean, it's gonna hurt."

"I know kiddo, but you gotta let them take care of you, Sammy. Otherwise you won't get better and you'll be stuck here."

"Kay. Dean, where'd you go?"

"I went to see dad."

"Oh."

Dean talked to the doctors and then stayed in the room while they took Sam to the operating room. Half an hour later, the nurses brought Sam back to the room. Sam was heavily sedated, so Dean just sat in the chair next to his bed and waited for Sam to wake up.

*SPN*

Dean helped Sam into the car and drove back to the motel. He gave his brother some more medicine and then warmed some food for the both of them.

"Dean, did you ever take care of the wendigo?" Sam asked staring at his plate.

"Yeah, Sammy."

"So I guess this means another month of no hunting, huh?"

"Probably, but I won't leave you alone like that again, I promise little brother," Dean said with a sigh.

"Dean, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, Sammy."

"Dean, something's wrong. Talk to me."

"It's like I have this one job, to look out, protect, my baby brother. And I keep failing."

Sam sighed, "Dean, you can't protect me from everything. You and I both know that."

"But the least I can do is protecting you from dad."

Sam shook his head, "No Dean, no one can protect me from dad. Dad hates me, for whatever reason, and he's gonna use every excuse and attempt to hurt me."

"That bastard better not touch you again if he knows what's good for him."

TBC...