A\N: Thank you so much to everybody who has been reading, reviewing, alerting and favouriting this story. It means so much to me. I am so glad everyone likes it. This chapter takes place in the same day as the last one. I'm sorry if it's boring but I promise some of the information is important later. Oh and just so people know this story takes place later on in the world of season five.

Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint, CTV, ION or Applebee College (I picked Sandy's classes by looking at the courses on the website and choosing ones based on the kind of personality and character I want Sandy to have.)

Spoilers: "We Take Care of Our Own (sorry I couldn't help it).

Warnings: Talk of sex or sex texting often called sexting.

Safety First

"Hey," Mariana stood from the couch as Greg walked into the apartment, "How did your meeting with the chief go?"

"Well I know why Dean got this letter," Greg placed it on the coffee table, "His daughter Sandy and her cousin got attacked my this violent gang a few years ago. That's why Chief Reynolds's really wanted to cut down on gang violence in the city."

"Have you told Dean yet?" Marina asked gently.

"I can't do it. He's been through enough today with Joanne coming by the hospital."

"He has but he has a right to know. He's not a kid, don't you think he'll notice if police officers and hospital staff start checking on him more."

"He's having two armed guards outside his room and one inside at all times," Greg said, "It's starting tonight I believe."

"So we better go and tell him. He should hear it from you don't you think?"

Twenty minutes later Greg and Mariana walked into Dean's hospital room. He was busy chatting away with Sam, Spike and Raff.

"Hey Dad, Mariana," Dean smiled as he saw his father and his father's girlfriend. "You want to play poker with us?"

"You're teaching my son how to play poker?" Greg asked the three younger men.

"Not with money Boss don't worry," Spike assured him as he motioned to Sam and Raff to follow him out of the room.

"Hey bud we're going to go get something to eat you want anything?" Sam asked,

"Sure," Dean smiled, "Anything's better then this hospital food they serve me."

"Sure thing, the usual?" Sam inquired.

"Yep."

"The usual?" Greg raised his eyebrows, "How many late nights have they been seeking in to see you?"

"Just last night and tonight," Dean said as he studied his Dad's facial expressions, "But why I'm I getting the impression that they weren't just a social visit? Are you having them check up on me?"

"No, no." Greg assured his son as he sat in the chair beside his bed, "I'm sure they were just visiting last night….but tonight…"

"Dad did something happen? Is everyone okay?"

"Yeah Clark," Greg handed him the envelope, "This came for you today. Read it and then we'll talk more."

"No return address or stamps," Dean observed the envelope, "The person was in our building," He dropped the letter into his hands and slowly opened it. As he read it his expression went from happy to angry and the somewhere in-between when he read the part about him dying. "Who sent this? And what do they want with Sandy?" Dean demanded to know.

Greg told his son about his trip to see Sandy's father and what information he had found out. He also told him about the extra security and how Sam, Spike and Raff had probably agreed to take the first shift.

"So…I'm I still going to be allowed visitors?" Dean asked.

"Only approved ones," Greg answered and then added," Don't worry Clark's already been approved Mr. Lane helped him with that when he came and picked him up."

"So that's why he came in, we were wondering why because he was going to take the bus home." Dean explained.

"Yes that's what they were doing."

"So, who approves my visitors?"

"I do. It's the law, but just until you're eighteen."

"Spike don't you dare. She'll murder me-you have no idea what she's like!" Sam tried to retrieve his phone back.

"Relax man," Spike took a seat beside Dean and Raff who was still in a fit of laughter sat beside him.

"What's he doing Sam?" Greg wondered.

"Jules' texted me and then he stole the phone," Sam told his boss, "He must have a death wish or something."

"Spike you know you don't mess with a pregnant woman. Give Sam back his phone."

"But Dad it's so much fun getting Sam upset!" Dean whined.

"So I see I have you to blame for Dean and Clark terrorizing the SRU?" Greg's voice was firm but he offered Spike a smile.

"Hey cool Jules is sexting," Dean spoke before speaking.

Greg did not know what they word sexting meant. He did however know his seventeen-year-old son was too young to be involved with it. "Alright boys funs over," He took the phone away from Spike and handed it back to its rightful owner.

"It's all fun in games until Dad hears that S word," Dean rolls his eyes, "You know I'm almost an adult and besides it's not like we don't learn about it in school."

"No you're dad's right, I wad going to give it back to Sam soon anyways. He was really mad this time." Spike explained, "Ever since he found out Jules was pregnant he's been way less fun to prank."

"How about Clark? He's easy to prank."

"I'm not hearing this," Greg shook is head smiling, "Goodnight Dean, goodnight boys."

"Goodnight boss," Sam, Spike and Raf all spoke."

"Raf you don't have to call me boss anymore." Greg reminded the younger man.

"Yeah I know but it would be weird calling you Greg," Raff admitted.

"Okay then how about Sarge?"

"Sarge it is."

At ten o'clock the following morning Dean woke up to the sight of an unfamiliar armed police officer sitting in a chair against the wall and facing him.

"Good morning," The middle-aged officer offered Dean a smile, "My names Constable Evans."

"Good morning," Dean yawned as he sat up, "When did Constables Scarlatti, Braddock and Rousseau leave?"

"Braddock and Scarlatti left this morning and I sent Rousseau home to get some sleep," Evan's explained, "You know I had to fight to get this protection duty. You have a lot of people in your corner."

Dean offered the man a small smile, "Sorry if this is rude but you look familiar. Have I met you before?"

"I'm on Team Two," Evan's explained, "Your father's introduced us a few times. I'm the one with the two sons who Clark sometimes watches."

"Right," The memories clicked in Dean's head, "Adam and Christopher, Clark says they're pretty active six year olds."

"He'd be right there," Constable Evan's grinned, "So a little mouse told me you're not a big fan of hospital food. I figured I bring you some home-made food my wife made." He offered Dean a blueberry muffin."

"I don't want to take away your breakfast. I'll be fine."

Constable Evan's took the entire container out of the reusable bag, "She baked enough for an army," He chuckled, "I got assigned a day-shift, so I'll be here till your surprise visitor arrives at five o'clock."

"Surprise visitor," Dean raised an eyebrow, "We wouldn't happen to share a last name would we?"

Constable Evan's smiled, "Not telling,"

"Sir," An officer who didn't look older then Dean poked his head into the room, "Would it be okay if I went to get Liam and I some food."

"No need," Constable Evan's smiled as he walked over and handed him two muffins and two cereal bars, "This should hold you until your relief comes at noon."

"Thank you Sir," The younger officer smiled.

"I have a three person protection duty?" Dean inquired.

"Chief's orders. The officers stationed outside though get rotated three times a day. In the morning at six o'clock, at twelve noon and at 6 o'clock at night."

"Why?" Dean inquired as he bit into his blueberry muffin.

"Because they stand guard all day and at night don't get to sleep. Plus they're usually rookies who work long shifts and extra hours already. Your father thought they'd be more alert if they were rotated three times.

"So did my Dad choose all the guards?"

"Yep," Constable Evan's said, "He handpicked them all so don't be surprised to see Sam and Spike floating around."

"What about Leah and Jules?" Dean wondered.

"Maybe Leah but don't count on Jules my feeling is Sam isn't going to let her out of his sight until their baby is born. Especially not on a protection detail."

"Is this protection detail able to stop a certain curly haired someone from eating all my chocolate? Or perhaps make it poison?" He asked a smirk plastered on his face.

"Sorry kid, I draw the line at poisoning but I'm sure Clark will stop if you asked him too.

At three o'clock in the afternoon Sandy knocked on Dean's hospital room door and once she entered the room with a sullen look on her face, "I'm sorry," She couldn't look into Dean's eyes, "I'm sorry all of this is happening."

"I'll just be outside if you need me," Constable Evan's excused himself from the room.

"It's not your fault," Dean assured her after the door had been closed, "You didn't ask to be attacked. And don't worry about me; I'm worried about you. Did you dad place a security detail on you as well."

"Not police officers, private security," Sandy explained, "We didn't want to take anymore of the cities resources off the street. Besides I'm used to it for eight months after the incident I was under tight surveillance all the time."

"That must have really sucked," Dean sympathized, "You come here right from school?" He looked her over in her school uniform, which consisted of a white dress shirt dark blue blazer a blue tie, a blue kilt with green kilt and green knee socks with black dress shoes.

"Yeah, I-uh-really wanted to see you," She blushed, "That's not bad is it? I mean you're not expecting Clark or someone else are you?"

'No, no," Dean told her, "Here come sit down," He carefully moved himself over so she would have room to sit beside him on his bed, "You wanna watch a movie?" He asked.

"Sure, what do you want to watch?" She asked.

"You pick. I don't care, whatever you want." He told her, "Take your pick, a lot of movies have been lent to me."

"I can see that," Sandy smiled as looked at the shelf portion of the TV stand, which consisted rows and rows of DVD's and TV seasons.

"If there's nothing you like there we can do something else," He said, "I don't know what kind of movies you like."

"How about we play some games on my lap top or, since you've been complaining to Clark about the lack of homework he's bringing you, you can help me with mine," She grinned as she pulled up her backpack and carefully removed her lap top before she proceeded to dump out text book upon text book.

"They don't know what the word spare is a your school do they?" Clark asked.

Sandy offered him a smile, "I do have Study Hall but that only cuts down so much." She explained, "This semester I'm taking AP English, English Literature, Dance, AP World History and AP Biology."

"Smarty Pants," Dean lightly kissed her cheek, then he said, "Well I don't know much about English but I'm alright in Science, and I'd probably be able to help you out in history."

"You can help me study for my test tomorrow," Sandy handed him her study cards she had made, "I need to know all of that information. Just shuffle up the cards and ask away."

A little after four o'clock Dean set Sandy's cue cards down the table beside her bed, "You're like super smart," He commented, "I don't think you need to study anymore. You've gotten every question right so far. Why don't we take a break for awhile."?

"Uh…" Sandy scrunched up her face. She had never been in a relationship before. Mostly because she was shy and didn't like going to parties; she was quite sure though that Dean was experienced in relationships and probably had a few ex-girlfriends back in Dallas.

"If you don't want to that's fine," Dean gently touched her shoulder sending chills throughout her body.

"Uh-I-" Sandy dug her phone out of her backpack and looked at the time. She wondered if she could get away with lying about somewhere she had to be.

Luckily Sandy was saved when Clark walked into the room a cross expression on his face.

"Man!" Dean gave his friend a dirty look, "What gives?"

"I should go," Sandy quickly gathered up her things and left the room before Dean or Clark could say another word.

"Clark!" Dean gave his friend another look, "Why'd you do that? You could have waited."

Clark mumbled something incoherently.

"You're going to need to speak a little louder," Dean informed him.

Clark sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair; "Lilly broke up with me because of Sandy."

Dean was stunted, he didn't know what to say, "And you think that's Sandy's fault? Or mine?"

"I don't think it's your fault-I just-" Clark actually had no idea why he had ended up at the hospital. After he had left Lilly's house he had just got into his car and drove and ended up at the hospital."

"Okay so what's up?" Dean asked, "Do you wanna tell me what happened?"

"No, I-I-don't really know."

"Well what did she say? I mean she must have given you a reason."

"Basically she told me to choose between her or you and Sandy because she refused to hang out with her. I told her that wasn't fair but she wouldn't listen. Then she said if I kept dating her I wasn't allowed to see you anymore because she didn't want the chance I'd be around Sandy. So I told her that I couldn't not see you and then you told me we were through."

"Wow," Dean breathed out, "You know I never really liked her but I didn't know she was that low."

"Yeah whatever," Clark grabbed a DVD and put into the DVD player. "You wanna give me some of the chocolate I know you're hiding?" He sat on the chair beside the bed and stared at his friend.

"It's underneath your chair," Dean informed him as Clark got up and saw chocolate bars pilled underneath. "I figured you wouldn't have to steal mine then. You have yours and I have mine."

"Until I run out," Clark smirked as he took a bite of the chocolate bar and pressed the menu button on the DVD remote.

At precisely six o'clock Ed Lane strolled into the hospital room. "Here's a little story for the two of you lets figure out if you can tell me how it ends." He clapped his hands together giving them a rub. "There once were two boys and they were best friends. One day an evil dragon came and gave one an injury so he was in the hospital for a long time. The other one, the one who wasn't injured always liked to visit his friend. The only problem was that that boy forgot to turn on his magical cell phone so his parents; the handsome King and beautiful Queen couldn't get a hold of him. Sound familiar?" He sent a smirk in Clark's direction.

"I think you've been reading to many bedtime stories to Izzy," Clark commented.

"Sorry, wrong answer, you win the second place prize."

"I think you've finally gone crazy."

"Clark," Ed shook his head, "The reason you have the phone is so we can call you. We called Lilly's house but you weren't there and then-" Ed's cell phoned beeped signaling he had a text message.

"I'm sorry Dad I left Lilly's early."

Ed stuffed his phone into his pocket, "It's okay bud, we were just worried. You know what I'll do; I'll let you off with a warning this time. I'll call your mother and tell her you're all right. You can spend the night here and then go home when you wake up in the morning. You don't have class until ten anyways right?"

"Something like that," Clark answered.

"Good," Ed left the room.

"Thank, I owe you," Clark turned to Dean and smiled, "How'd you think that fast?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Dean feigned innocent, "Now put the movie back on. I want to see how it ends."

Clark nodded his head as he pressed the play button on the DVD player.

TBC

A\N: I hope you liked this chapter. The next one is more suspenseful and something happens to a major character so make sure to stay tuned.