Several hours later, John began to stir.
Dean made a noise behind his gag to wake his father. He was worried about Sam who had passed out about an hour earlier.
John looked around him and everything came back to him. He got up and went to Dean taking off his gag. He grabbed his lock pick from his pocket and went to work on the cuffs. "Who were those guys?" he asked Dean.
"I don't know, dad, they didn't exactly introduce themselves. However, they did know about the Jim Rockford trick."
"What did the other guy look like, the one I didn't see?" John asked.
"He was tall, just a little shorter than Sam, and bald."
"Great, that sounds like George. I used to hunt with him until I realized he was a little off."
Dean snorted.
His father finished freeing him and went to Sam. As he took off Sam's gag, he began to rouse. "Dad, get him some water. Those bastards didn't give him anything to eat or drink all day yesterday."
As Dean started to remove the cuffs, Sam groaned. "Dean, that hurts."
"I know Sammy, but we have to get the cuffs off so we can get you to the hospital."
"We don't have time to go to a hospital, we have to go after the Colt," John said emerging from the bathroom with a glass of water.
Dean took the water from him and held it up to Sam's lips for him to drink. "Dad, Sam has a broken arm and some nasty cuts that might be infected," Dean protested.
"OK, we'll drop him off at the hospital and then go after those two guys," John compromised.
Dean sighed in annoyance, "Do you even know where they might have gone?"
"Yes, George has a cabin near here."
Dean reluctantly agreed to accompany his father. After all, he had to pay those guys back for what they did to Sam. He gently helped Sam up and realized he didn't know where the car was.
"Dad can you go find the car. George wasn't gone long when he moved it so it has to be nearby."
"OK, wait here."
Dean eased Sam back into a sitting position on the bed. "I'm sorry," Sam said.
"For what?" Dean asked.
"If it wasn't for me, you probably could have gotten away," Sam explained.
"Don't be ridiculous, Sam. Besides, if anyone is to blame, it's me. You were suspicious of the text, but I was so sure it was Dad."
"You know what I just realized?" Sam asked.
"What?"
"Dad hasn't said a word to me."
"What?"
"Dad. I haven't seen him in over four years, and he didn't say anything to me. He talked to you about me, but didn't say anything to me. He knows this is my fault and he's mad."
"That's not true. He just seems to have some odd fixation with this gun." Dean was puzzled by the whole situation. The gun looked old and rusty, what could be so special about it?
They heard the Impala pull up and Dean once again helped Sam to stand. They went outside and Dean helped Sam into the backseat and then slid in next to him.
Dad drove off in the direction of the hospital.
"Dad?" Sam said.
"Yeah," John answered.
"I'm sorry for that fight we had before I left for Stanford," Sam said.
"Don't worry about it," John replied gruffly. There was so much that he wanted to say, but he just didn't know how.
Sam looked at Dean. Dean had to admit he was right. This was very different than the reunion he had expected.
They pulled up to the hospital and John said, "OK, help him inside and them come right back out so we can go."
"Dad," Dean started to protest.
"It's OK," Sam hurriedly interjected. The last thing that he wanted was to antagonize his father further.
Dean helped Sam into the hospital, handed him off to a nurse explaining that he found him on the side of a street like that, to which Sam nodded, and went back out to join his father. He got in the front seat, stared straight ahead and didn't say a word.