Disclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters belong to Kripke and the CW. I own nothing.

AN-Sorry it's so short y'all. Things aren't slowing down yet.

Previously on Supernatural- "Thanks doc" Josh said before turning and heading back down the hall to his boys.

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Bobby held onto the dash for dear life as the impala careened around another curve in the well traveled road bouncing through several potholes along the way. Glancing over at the black beauty's agitated driver he frowned, "Geez, Johnny, how about slowing down a little? No need to break the sound barrier all the way back." He grumbled. "'Sides, I'd like to get there in one piece, if you don't mind."

"Can't" John replied pressing down a little harder on the accelerator. "I've gotta get home. Something's wrong with my boys."

"Then you really need to slow it down man. You won't do the boys any good if you plow into a tree or something and break your fool neck." Bobby pointed out. "Besides Dean and Sammy are probably just fine. Your daddy radar's just on the fritz 'cause Little Bit's sick."

"I'm telling you Bobby, my gut's never wrong." John defended as he jerked the steering wheel to the right and hit the brake spinning the back end of the classic car around in a cloud of dust and gravel. Stepping on the gas once more he gunned it down the deserted two lane road alert eyes scanning for the plain black mailbox beside Bobby's driveway. The worried father's white knuckled grip on the steering wheel tightened with each passing mile as the fear for his children grew. Finally spotting the landmark in the beam of the impala's headlight John let out a deep breath. He was almost there.

Bobby cursed up a storm as the car slid into the driveway slamming him into the passenger side door. "Dang it, Johnny! Slow you're a$$ down!" he hollered rubbing his aching shoulder and arm. "You go barreling down the drive and it'll scare the boys to death! Dean'll think one of us is hurt or worse!"

"I already told you I'm not slowing down till we get to the house." John huffed.

"And I told you, the boys are fine" Bobby fired back. "I bet they're…"

"Bobby, where's Josh's truck?!" John broke in staring at the empty yard in front of him.

At the hospital

Josh walked back into the small cubicle to find Dean holding a shivering Sammy. "What's a matter, Sammy?" he asked as he hurried over to the boys' side.

"'M cold" Sam mumbled snuggling into his big brother's side.

"It's cause of the IV" Dean explained rubbing the younger boy's arms. "The nurse left a minute ago to get him a warm blanket."

"Good" Josh said. He grabbed the thin sheet and tucked it tightly around both boys before resting a warm hand on Sam's back. "Just hang in there, kiddo. We'll have you warmed up in no time flat."

"Can we go home after she brings the blanket?" Sammy asked his expressive hazel eyes staring at his uncle.

"Sorry sport" Josh apologized. "Doc says you have to stay here tonight."

"But, but I don't wanna stay here! I wanna go home!" Sammy cried turning to his big brother. "Please, Dean! Tell Uncle Josh to take us home! I feel lots better now!"

"Sorry buddy, if the doctor says you have to stay, then we're gonna have to stay." Dean told his brother. "But don't worry. Uncle Josh and I will be with you the whole time. We'll make sure nothing bad happens to you."

"Promise?" Sammy whispered holding out his pinky.

"Promise" Dean confidently stated wrapping his pinky around his brother's tiny finger.

"Here you go honey. I just took this out of the dryer. It should warm you right up." Nurse Johnson said as she shuffled into the cubicle carrying a huge, blue blanket. Setting some clothes on a nearby stool she unfolded the blanket and carefully placed it over the shivering boy. "Now, how about we get you into these cool race car pajamas so we can wheel you upstairs?" Retrieving the clothes from the stool she held up the colorful shirt and pants for Sammy to see before looking over at Dean and Josh. "If you gentlemen will step outside for a moment, I'll…"

"NO! No way! I'm not leaving him!" Dean shouted pulling Sammy even closer to him.

"Sorry honey but I can't let…"

"Ma'am, I need to talk with you a minute. Now." Josh interrupted. Gently taking the lady's arm he led her over to the far corner of the room. After glancing over at the boys to make sure they were alright, Josh turned angry eyes on the young nurse. "Now listen, I know the hospital has rules, but this is one time you're gonna have to bend them a little." He whispered. "That sick little boy was kidnapped a couple of months ago on a school trip. Sammy and two friends were held for ransom for a few days. The bastards even hit the little guy." Josh paused scrubbing a weary hand across his face. "Sammy's doing really well but he's not ready to handle a situation like this. I'm sure you can understand that."

"That's horrible! How could anybody do something like that to a child!" Nurse Johnson quietly exclaimed. "Of course you and Dean can stay in the room." She started back for the table and stopped. Walking back to Josh she whispered, "Umm sir, do you think Sammy will be okay with me helping him change or would it be better if one of you did it?"

"Let his brother help him." Josh advised.

"Alright" Nurse Johnson agreed. Walking back to the exam table she picked up the hospital scrubs and handed them to a surprised Dean. "Why don't you help Sammy change while I go get an orderly with a gurney?"

"Sure" Dean answered with a grin. Taking the offered scrubs he set to work helping his little brother change while keeping the blanket wrapped around the boy. By the time Nurse Johnson returned with the gurney a scrub clad Sammy was fast asleep in Dean's arms.