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Chapter 11

Dean's first option was to go to Bobby's. Both Sam and Dean felt safe with Bobby, but Dean doubted Bobby would be able to help them in this situation. The drive from Minnesota to South Dakota was a long one. By the time they made it to South Dakota, Sam was in a lot of pain and began to whimper.

"Dean, h'r's."

"I know kiddo. We're almost at Bobby's then I can give you some more medicine. Can you hang on a little while longer?" Dean responded looking at Sam through the rearview mirror.

Sam whimpered and fidgeted but nodded. He didn't want to have his brother keep on stopping. If that happened, they would never make it to Bobby's.

*SPN*

"I feel like I haven't seen you boys in forever. Even though I saw you boys last month," Bobby said handing the boys a beer.

"Dean," Sam moaned and fidgeted.

"What's wrong with Sam?"

"Like I told you yesterday, Sam's not feeling good."

"What's he got the flu? And what happened to his arm?"

"He broke his wrist in Minnesota, on a hunt," Dean lied. "And it's not exactly the flu. Come on kiddo, let's give you some meds and put you to bed."

Sam followed his brother upstairs. Dean gave him some pills then put him to bed. After making sure Sam was sleeping soundly, Dean made his way downstairs. He went back to the living room with Bobby and picked up his unopened beer.

"Will he be okay?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah, he'll be fine. Just a couple of days and he should be back to normal. Yeah right. Sammy's gonna need more than a couple of days to get better. If John comes by here, I swear-… he didn't finish his thought cause he heard Bobby calling his name.

"Yeah, Bobby?"

"I asked if you boys were hungry."

Dean shook his head, "No thanks Bobby."

"Okay. I am gonna be in my study if you need me."

Dean just nodded. Bobby left him in the living room and made his way to his study. Dean sat there for a few minutes thinking, and then made his way upstairs to check on his brother.

*SPN*

Later that night Sam woke up to Dean shaking him. He stared blankly at his brother before he realized where he was.

"I had another nightmare?"

"Seems like it."

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I sleep with you?"

Dean stared at Sam. The last time Sam asked to sleep with him; Sam had been five and scared of the dark. Looking at his brother, his heart broke to see him in so much pain and so frightened.

"Sure thing, Sammy. Come on," Dean said and led the way back to his room.

*SPN*

Dean woke later that morning and found Sam sitting up in bed with a frightened expression on his face. He was about to ask Sam what the problem was when he heard it.

"Yeah, Bobby that last hunt was a killer. Literally."

Dad. Crap. Dean looked at Sam again and found his brother shaking.

"Whoa, Sammy, calm down okay? You are gonna hurt yourself. Take it easy, we can find a way out of here."

"Dean. Dean."Sam moaned.

Dean pulled his shaking brother into his chest and rubbed his back. "Calm down, Sammy. I will handle it."

How, you asshole? You've done a great job of handling it so far. What are you gonna do now? Maybe get Sammy killed? So much for protecting your little brother bitch. He's been in the hospital now three times because you couldn't protect him. Dean sat there chastising himself, when he realized that Sam had fallen back to sleep. Dean moved his hand off Sam's back and headed downstairs.

*SPN*

"Dean, surprised to see me?"

"Not really. What are you doing here?"

"Visiting. Where's Sam?"

"Not here. I highly doubt it John."

Bobby furrowed his eyebrows and wondered why Dean would not only call his father "John", but would lie to his father. Dean never lied to his father.

"Dean, Sam's…"

"…Not here," Dean said glaring at Bobby with a look that told him to shut up.

Bobby was clearly confused. He saw the look that Dean gave him but he didn't understand what he was trying to say.

"Sam's upstairs. He's sick with the flu."

"Bobby, you fucking idiot!"

"What?"

Dean just groaned and glared at his father, "If you go upstairs I will shoot you, and with real bullets this time."

"Dean, what is the matter with you, boy? John has every right to see Sam."

Dean was about to shout at Bobby again, but heard Sam moan from upstairs. He ran upstairs to check on Sam. He found Sam squirming and fidgeting and moaning in his room.

"Sammy? Relax kiddo. I'm here," Dean said rubbing his brother's back.

As Dean rubbed his brother's back, he noticed that Sam felt clammy. Putting his hand on his forehead, he relaxed. He didn't have a fever, he was just hot.

"Sammy? How 'bout a bath, huh? Then I can give you some more medicine and food."

Sam moaned and nodded. Dean ran to Bobby's bathroom and filled the tub. When it was full, he headed back to Sam.

"Can you walk?"

Sam nodded and attempted to stand. Dean let Sam lean on him as he walked him to the bathroom. He undressed Sam and helped him sit in the tub.

"Watch your cast, Sammy."

Sam stretched out his arm so his cast wouldn't get wet.

"I am gonna go grab you some new clothes. Then I am gonna get you some food and pain meds. If you need me, scream. Got it?"

"Yeah."

Dean nodded and shut the bathroom door almost all the way. He headed to Sam's room and grabbed some clothes. Then he headed to the kitchen ignoring Bobby and John and made a sandwich. Then he headed back upstairs to the bathroom.

"How you doing, kiddo?"

"H'r's, D'n."

"I know kiddo. Ready to get out?"

"Kay."

Dean helped his brother out the tub and got him dressed. Then Dean guided Sam back to Dean's bedroom. He gave Sam the sandwich, then gave him some pain medicine and had Sam lie down on his stomach again.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"S'ry."

"For what, kiddo?"

"Making you t'k c'r…me," Sam mumbled.

"Sammy, it's not your fault. You have nothing to be sorry for. If anyone should be sorry, it's me. I am the reason you are in this much pain."

Sam shook his head, "Not…fault."

*SPN*

Dean waited until nightfall before he woke Sam up.

"Sammy, come on kiddo. You gotta wake up."

"Dean, what's wrong?"

"We gotta go. We can't stay at Bobby's."

"Why?"

"Because, John knows you are here. It's not safe for you anymore."

"Kay, but where're we gonna go?"

"Pastor Jim's. I know that's a long drive, but we don't have any other choice. I am not having John attack you again. Especially, thanks to Bobby, he knows you're here."

Sam nodded and followed his brother outside to the car. So far, so good. Maybe they'll be able to get to Pastor Jim's with no problem.

"Dean!"

Dean heard Sam scream and turned around and saw him point. He turned just in time to see John swing his gun. Dean managed to duck just as the gun came within an inch of his face.

"Going somewhere, Dean?"

"Yeah, away from your ass."

"Why Dean, I thought you cared about me."

"CARED ABOUT YOU! You fucking bastard, you abused my brother! How could I care about you? When Sammy was a baby, you told me to look out for him. Who knew that I would have to protect him from his own father," Dean growled punching John in the face.

"Dean, what is the matter with you, boy?" Bobby called coming out the house.

"Bobby, for once, shut your fucking mouth. You have no idea what the fuck this bastard did."

"Maybe not, Dean, but that's no reason to go around screaming at your father and punching him."

"This, man, is not my FUCKING father! A father treats his sons good…"

Dean was busy talking to Bobby that he didn't notice John until Sam called out.

"Dean, look out!"

Dean turned in time for John to hit him in the face with the butt of a rifle.

"John! What is the matter with you?" Bobby screamed.

Sam rushed over to Dean and shook him. John grabbed Sam by the back of his neck and slammed him against the impala.

"Bobby, go back inside. This is between me and my boys," John said.

Bobby glanced at Dean, then at John and Sam. He nodded guessing it was something maybe he should keep out of. John turned to Sam and gave him a smile.

"Trying to run from me? That's not good, Sammy. Haven't I taught you never to run away from me? Dean never ran away from me. How come you cannot be more like him?"

"Dean," Sam groaned weakly.

"Dean can't help you now. Not that he was ever to save his precious Sammy. You are mine bitch."

Sam whimpered and glanced at Dean praying he would wake up soon.

TBC...