A\N: Thank you so much to everybody who has been reading and reviewing this story. It means so much to me. I've finally decided that this story takes place mid September of the current Flashpoint season's year. So for instance if "We take Care of our Own" took place in April (which most people seem to think it did) then "Lawmen" would be a little after that. Oh and I'm guessing that Dean and Clark are in grade eleven on the show so in my story they'd just be starting grade twelve.

Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint, CTV, ION, Dr. Sues or Microsoft who makes XBox.

Spoilers: We Take Care of Our Own and Lawmen.

Warnings: Gun and fighting violence

Follow Me Part One

"It's a go," A man spoke into quietly into a cell phone, "Today we do it."

On Friday afternoon around four thirty Clark walked into Dean's hospital room dramatically carrying what Dean assumed to be his homework.

"Hey, hey! You know our rule no homework on Friday's." Dean reminded him.

"Sorry Man, your stuff was taking up our locker. I hadda do something with it."

"Our locker?" Dean raised an eyebrow at his friend, "Since when did we share a locker?"

"Since Lilly broke up with me," Clark explained, "I mean it's not like you're using it or anything.

"And how did you get into my locker?" Dean questioned.

"Hey you don't grow up at the SRU and not learn any tricks," Clark smirked.

"You got the office to open it didn't you?"

"Yep," Clark sighed, "That's when they decided to hand me your mountain of homework. Apparently the think we like each other or something."

"Yeah you know it's not like Dad only agreed to buy me a bunk bed because you sleep over all the time or anything."

"No, no," Clark waved it off.

The reason Clark always wanted to spend the night at Dean's however was a serious matter. Clark's father Ed had a bad case of PTSD and was having trouble coping at home. Clark had witnessed quite a few panic-attacks and meltdowns of his fathers. After their so-called ride-along three months prior Clark and Dean had made an unspoken agreement. Whenever one of them needed something the other would be there for them. If they were best friends before, that day had made them brothers.

"Dad said Sam is watching you tonight. Says he's in a bad mood because Jules isn't sleeping," Dean issues a warning, "So I might scram before he arrives."

"I didn't hear that," Spike, who was sitting in the corner spoke-up.

"Great, I mean it's not like Sam doesn't already not like me or anything," Dean huffed as he fell back onto his pillow.

"You? Well at least he doesn't think you're going to be a criminal or vigilante or something!"

Spike now interested in the conversation sat up, "What makes you guys say that?" He wondered.

"I'm pretty sure after the whole ride-along thing he thinks I'm going to turn into a killer."

"Nah, he thinks you're just like Ed. He want's to see you take a shot, see if your anything like your father."

"If Xbox is anything to go by he is," Dean piped up.

"Maybe I'll get you in the gun range one day?" Sam appeared at the doorway. "That is if it's okay with your father."

"That'll be a hard sell."

"Nah, I'll just say I'm training you for the Police Academy. He'll believe me."

"Just because I want to apply for Criminal Justice at a few Universities does not mean I'm going to be a cop."

"Come on you and Dean? Spike smiled. "You'd make a great pairing. I mean I was impressed when you put the cell phone in the bag." Spike smiled.

"We all were." Sam added. "That's not to say you didn't deserve to be punished."

"Trust us we got punished all right. We got treated to a pizza dinner and lectured on the important of good and right police work and how important it is to have good partners."

"Ooh, sounds like torture."

"You weren't there!"

"When you get lectured on the importance of shinning your shoes let me know," Sam plopped himself down beside Spike his eyes already drooping.

"Jules and the baby keeping you up?"

Sam nodded his head, "Only four more months." He rubbed his eyes, "It's been worse for her though. When she gets tired and can't sleep it puts stress on her and the baby."

"Well I'll stay here tonight and watch Thing One and Two if you want to catch a few on the cot."

"Nah, I'm good."

"Spike's right you should rest. You're be more useful if you sleep," Dean offered advise.

"I swore I just heard my boss talking to me. I couldn't be him though he's much, much younger," Sam stared at Dean.

"He really is a chip off the old block, just like him," Spike pointed to both boys. "The future is in good hands."

"Tell that to my Dad. He's still convinced I might make the wrong career choice."

"Yeah and mine thinks I need to reevaluate mine."

"No and, No." Sam and Spike answered in-sync. They both knew better then to mess in the lives of their boss's.

A few minutes later Sam was out like a light and Clark got a smirk on his face, "You still have those markers from when Izzy was here?" He asked.

"I don't know, unless your Dad took them I do."

"What are you two up too?" Spike eyed both teenagers.

"Just getting Sam prepared for fatherhood," Dean offered an explanation for his friend's actions.

"Uh-uh," Spike exhaled as he stood up. "You know I can't let you do whatever you're planning.

"You don't eve know what it is!" Clark speaks-up, "It's not that bade really. Izzy does it all the time."

"Your sister's two," Spike raised an eyebrow, "I really don't think I'm going to like where this is leading."

"Oh you're no fun." Clark sighed.

"He used to be. Didn't he used to be the cool one? What changed? You want to tell me?" Dean began his negotiation.

"No and I'm also a trained negotiator."

"Yeah but I've learnt from the best."

"So have I.

"Oh yeah." Dean depended, "He's right. Now I don't have anything on him."

"Don't worry about him. He won't tell. If our Dad's finds out he let us do this he'll never be seen again."

"Ah, that's a very interesting point. He needs more scribbles," Dean instructs as he looks at Clark's drawings on Sam's face.

"You too I swear…" Spike mumbles something in Italian as he shakes his head and sits back down in the chair.

"Hey boys," Dr. Carver entered Dean's hospital room at ten o'clock at night "How come you're still up?"

Clark stared at the man, "And you care why?" He asked.

"Because Dean needs his sleep and I'm pretty sure you do as well," Dr. Carver responded.

"Well we're just watching a movie," Dean explained, "Sam needs his sleep so we're keeping the volume on pretty low? Did somebody complain? Is that why you're here?" Dean, always concerned about other people asked.

"No, no just saw the light on," Dr. Carver went to Dean's medicine chart and did dialed something in.

"Hey?" Clark asked, "Should you be touching that? I mean you're not Dean's doctor."

"I'm just making sure everything's still working. I'm on night shift on this hallway tonight. It's my job," Dr. Carver explained. "Great observation skills though. You're going to make a great cop.

"Thanks," Clark mumbled, not sure how he felt about the other man. He was pretty sure he did something he shouldn't have done. "Do you feel any different man?" He asked.

"I'm fine Clark," Dean told him, "He did seem a little off though. Maybe he had a fight with his girlfriend or something."

"Yeah maybe," Clark shrugged his shoulders. "I'm just going to go and check something," He slipped out of the room only to discover no bodyguards were standing outside.

"Now I know something's wrong," He whispered to himself as he listened closely for oncoming footsteps or noise of any kind. Hearing deep yet muffled voices Clark hid himself in a supply closet and watched the scene from the corner of his eyes.

Five men in hospital scrubs and masks entered Dean's hospital room. A few minutes later then left wheeling Dean's hospital bed. In the middle of the night Clark knew Dean would not have been moved unless something horrible had happened.

"What about the girl?" One of the men asked, "The boss said we need her too?"

"She's already taken care of," Another voice, one Clark recognized as Dr. Carver's responded.

"What about the other boy? You said he was in there too." A third man spoke.

"We'll search for him for a little while. But after that we leave he can be taken care of later." Dr. Carver responded as he led the other men around the corner.

Clark waited a few minutes before he came out of the supply closet. Stepping out slowly and carefully he quickly surveyed the dark hallway for any danger; having only the light in Dean's room to guide him he couldn't see much. Figuring he needed to help Dean as quickly as possible he hurried his pace to Dean's hospital room where he had left his cell phone on a table.

He had his hand on the doorknob when he felt a nuzzle of a gun press against his skull.

"Don't even think about it," Dr. Carver's voice slithered in his ear, "I don't think you'll like the outcome."

Clark, who had never been one for rules, opened the door. "Sam!" He yelled as loudly as he could, "Sam wake up!" No movement.

"You didn't think we were that stupid did you?" Dr. Carver laughed. "We gave him a dose of sleeping pills. He won't be remembering anything for awhile."

"You know you're not going to get away with this right?" Clark warned.

"Oh but we are." Dr. Carver laughed as he forced Clark to take a few steps away from the door.

"Not if I can help it," Clark elbowed Dr. Carver in the nose, which sent the gun skipping across the tiled floor. Acting fast Clark raced for the gun and retrieved it, "Now you listen to me," He held the gun up, "I want you to go get Dean and bring him back."

"You think you can negotiate me out of this?" Dr. Carver laughed. "You can't do anything. You can't even hold a gun properly, what kind of cop's kid are you?"

"I know how to shoot!" Clark raised his voice; He backed into the hospital room to retrieve his cell phone when…

TBC

A\N: Uh-oh what happened to Clark? Will he and Dean be okay. Please review and stay tuned to find out.