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Chapter 10

Dean knew he had to get Sammy out of the hospital before he was questioned about insurance. He knew he should keep Sammy in the hospital, but he didn't have insurance, so he quietly but quickly woke Sam up.

"Sammy, hey, kiddo, wake up."

"Dean? What's wrong?"

"We need to leave. I don't need them throwing a hissy fit about false insurance. Can you walk?"

Sam nodded and pulled his self up off the bed. Dean grabbed Sam's stuff and held his hand.

"We need to move fast, but quietly."

Sam nodded. Dean glanced around and groaned; there were people everywhere. Dean walked out of Sam's room. He did something childish; he pulled the fire alarm. Suddenly there was chaos, people rushing in and out of room. Dean raced to Sam's room and grabbed him and headed for the emergency exit.

"That was childish, Dean."

"Allowed us to leave, didn't it?"

Sam remained silent as they rushed to the car. He held his casted arm close to his chest. Sam was in pain, but he knew better to mention it while they were running to the car. As they made it to the car, Dean glanced at Sam and noticed that he was in pain. Shit.

"Sammy, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that you were in pain. Don't worry, I will stop at a pharmacy and pick up some pain meds."

Sam nodded weakly, "S'kay."

"Hey you wanna lay down in the back? I think you should lay down in the back."

Sam shook his head, "M'kay."

"You are not okay, Sammy. And the more you sit on your ass, the more pain you'll be in. Lay down in the back," Dean responded opening the back door and helping his brother inside.

Sam struggled, "Dean…"

"Don't 'Dean' me. Lay down Sammy."

Sam eventually laid down and Dean climbed behind the wheel and drove away from the hospital. The first stop he made was to a pharmacy and loaded up on pain medicine for Sam. Then they went to a different motel than the one they stayed at.

*SPN*

"Sammy?"

"Hmm?"

"You think you could sit long enough to eat something? You haven't eaten since we've been here."

"Not hungry."

Dean sighed, "Come on kiddo, you can't starve yourself just cause you're in pain. How about some soup? Sammy?"

"Kay," Sam replied and sat up on the bed.

Dean heated up some soup for Sam. After making sure he ate at least half of it, Dean gave him some more medicine. Then helped his kid brother get ready for bed.

"Dean, stop. I can do it myself."

"Sammy, you have a broken arm and some serious bruises. Let me help. I know you're not a baby anymore, but dude, seriously you need help."

Sam sighed and allowed Dean to help him get dressed. Sam lay down on his stomach and immediately fell asleep.

*SPN*

Dean lay in the bed across from Sam and couldn't sleep. Suddenly his phone rang. Glancing over at Sam, he grabbed the phone and stepped outside.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, Dean."

"Hey Bobby, what's up?"

"Where are you boys?"

Dean raised his eyebrows, "Why?"

"Just checking on you boys, haven't heard from you or John since you guys left my house," Bobby answered.

"Bobby, John's dead."

"What?"

"He's dead, I shot him."

"Dean, that's impossible. I just talked to your father yesterday."

"What? How can that be? I shot that bastard!"

"Maybe so, but you didn't kill him. Otherwise I wouldn't have spoken to him yesterday."

"Well maybe you were talking to his ghost."

Bobby chuckled. "Dean, you idjit, you know ghosts don't use phones. That's not how they communicate with people."

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty, darn sure, Dean. Why what's the problem?"

Dean shook his head, as much as he loved Bobby, this was not something he needed to know, "Nothing Bobby. Look I gotta go, Sammy's not feeling too hot."

"Sure, why don't you bring him around here? I'm pretty sure that it must be hard taking care of him and hunting. You could use the help."

"I will think about it Bobby," Dean answered and disconnected the call.

This is not good. I can't bring Sammy to Bobby's cause Dad'll know. What the hell am I gonna do? Dean asked himself walking back to the motel room.

Dean sat on his bed and watched his brother sleep. How am I gonna keep you safe? He laid down and eventually drifted off to sleep.

*SPN*

"Dean? You alright man? You've been staring into space for the past half an hour.

Maybe we can go to Pastor Jim's. Dad'll never find us there.

"Dean? Earth to Dean?"

Or what about Caleb? Naw, I forgot, Caleb's dead. Maybe we can hide out in California; Sammy always wanted to go there. Is there no where we can go to keep Sammy safe?

"Dean!"

Dean shook himself out of his trance, "What?"

"Thank goodness, I have been calling your name for the past twenty minutes. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, man. Hey, how do you feel?"

"I am okay. Dude, what's the matter? You've been in a trance for like twenty minutes. You don't usually do that unless there's a problem. So, what is it?"

Dean sighed, "Bobby called last night while you were sleep."

"And… What he called about a case?"

"Not really, he said he was calling to check up on us. Maybe there was a case, I don't know, we never got around to that."

"Okay so what's the problem?"

"Bobby told me that he talked to John."

"Wait a sec, Dean, I thought you said you killed dad."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Apparently I shot him, but somehow the shots didn't kill him. Which I don't understand."

"Unless your gun was full of rock salt," Sam commented.

"That's impossible because the gun I used to shoot John had actual bullets in it. I was pretty sure of it."

"Dean, think about it. Dad knocked you out. He could have had plenty of time to replace the bullets with rock salt. I mean he knew you'd be so furious that you'd want to kill him.

"Sonovabitch."

Dean walked over to his jacket and pulled out his gun. He ejected the magazine and, sure enough, they were full of rock salt bullets.

"Sonovabitch!" Dean said again.

"So what do we do know?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe we can stay with someone, like Bobby or Pastor Jim."

"Too risky, I mean we can't exactly tell them that 'we're running from John because he raped Sam', right?"

"We don't have too. Dean we can't keep motel hopping. Dad knows how to find us here."

"Sammy, dad knows how to track us anywhere. So it doesn't make a difference whether we 'motel hop', go to Bobby's or Pastor Jim's."

Sam started to get scared and when he's scared, he cries, "Well aren't we safer at Bobby's or Pastor Jim's?"

Dean heard the quiver in his brother's voice. Turning to face him, he saw tears rolling down Sam's cheeks. Dean sighed and went to his brother's bed. Sitting down next to him, he put his arm around his brother's shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"I don't know, Sammy, but I promise we'll figure something out."

TBC...