An: hey it's me again. I'm here with chapter two. Hope you enjoy this one. This is au ish I am not set on Sam's age yet, and since it's been written so long I really can't remember. I think It was the same though, but Sam had already hit a growth spurt and looked old enough to drive.
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Chapter 2 Revealtions
John entered the hospital dressed in a suit and tie. Believe it or not, John hated those things just as bad as any demon.
"Can I help you?" An upbeat nurse asked as John looked down at the fake file in his hands.
"Yes, thank you. I'm here with child protective services, and I would like to see Dean Campbell." John informed her as he pointed down to the name tag he was wearing.
"Of course we have been waiting on you. Unfortunately, the boy is still on the ventilator. So I don't know how communicating with him will go." The nurse spoke sweetly, as she led him to the child's room, in ICU.
"Is the boy sedated or anything?" John asked, secretly hoping that he wasn't.
"Yes, the poor child has been so agitated, that something had to be done. She answered with the concern for her young patient evident in her voice. But he has been coming around of and on all morning." She added, as they reached the room.
"Thanks again nurse Anderson, I will be sure to call you if he needs anything." John said as he watched the nurse leave.
The sight inside the room, took John's breath away for a moment. Sam had had his share of injuries, but he had never seen a boy this young need to be hooked up to so many machines just to stay alive. John took a look around the kids hospital room, and wanted to give his parents a piece of his mind. Because there was no one around to tell the kid to keep fighting or that everything would be okay.
He took a deep breath, and shook off the anger that he had been feeling. Before he stepped closer to the bed.
"Hey kiddo. John said as he looked into the boys intensely green eyes, and noticed the boy's arms had been strapped down. My name is John Scott, and I would like to talk to you, for a little while. Is that okay?" John asked as looked for any type of sign that the boy wanted him to leave. When he found none he continued on.
"Okay buddy, I know that you aren't able to speak to me using your voice. So I'm gonna ask you, some yes or no questions. If the answer is yes you can blink once, if the answer is no then you blink twice. Do you understand?" John asked letting out a sigh and watched as the boy blinked once.
"Before we get started, do you need anything for pain? John asked as he raised his hand to the boy's forehead and wiped the hair from his eyes, as the boy blinked twice to tell John no. Is your name Dean Campbell?" John asked to make sure that it wasn't a mistaken identity. The kid blinked once to let him know that the nurse had the right name.
It was all at once that a memory came back to John. It had been a few years after Mary and John had gotten married. Mary's brother Christopher had brought his new born son by for a visit.
"His name's Dean. And I know it's asking a lot, but his mom ran off, and I can't do this. Not by myself anyway." Christopher said pleading with John and Mary to take the baby and raise it as their own.
"Oh my God." John gasped as he realized that this boy could possibly be his nephew. The one that he and Mary had raised for the first four years of his life, the same boy that they had loved, that once called him Daddy, and was so happy just to be a big brother.
Shaking himself from memory, and doing his best to school his features, he continued the questioning. Knowing that this boy was probably raised too.
"Do you know why you're in the hospital?" John asked, fighting the urge to take the boy and run. Which would would be difficult since he was relying on a machine to breathe. Dean blinked once telling John that he understood why he was in the hospital. Do you know who or what did this to you?" That was when the boy became stubborn and refused to indicate either way.
"That's okay, buddy. I know you're probably tired, so I'll just come back tomorrow." John said as he patted the boys shoulder, and left.
TBC
Well that's it for this chapter. This one was a little difficult to write because dean isn't exactly talking yet. Let me know what you think, by reviewing.