Disclaimer: I do own them in my dreams, but unfortunately not when I'm awake.
An: I don't have much to say, but I am happy to say my baby cousin made it through her open heart surgery just fine.
Chapter 4 Visiting Dean
Sam had been patient and not forced his dad to take him to the hospital, to meet his would've been brother.
"Hey Sam?" John asked a week later.
"Yeah Dad?" Sam answered his father.
"I was thinking that since tomorrow is Saturday...and Dean is supposed to get off the ventilator...and he hasn't exactly been communicating with me." John stammered.
"Of course. I mean I could go with you tomorrow, if you want me too." Sam answered putting his father out of his misery.
This hospital, was just like any other hospital that Sam had visited through the years. He found himself becoming more excited the closer to the ICU that he got. A person should never be this excited to get into ICU. Sam told himself, trying to reign it in a little.
"I know that you are excited about meeting him Sam, but you have to remember that we don't have any idea whether this is who we think he is. Besides even if he is, then he wouldn't know who we are." John said praying that it would calm Sam down.
As soon as they made to the room, and Sam caught sight of the older boy hooked to the ventilator, he quickly calmed himself.
"How are you doing today, kiddo?" John asked but received no answer, from the boy laying in the bed.
As John looked at the boy, for a split second his eyes looked as if he was trying to tell John something, but that look quickly vanished.
"Have your parents been to see you yet? John asked softly not really expecting answer, but was shocked as Dean blinked twice, to tell him that his parents hadn't been there. I know how boring a hospitals can be, so I brought you some company. Plus I hear today might be a day to celebrate. You know, getting off of this machine and everything! John said trying to make his voice sound excited. This is my son, Sam. I thought that since you didn't want to talk to an old man, that maybe you would like to talk to someone more your age." John said with a grin.
Sam and John was both startled when Dean grabbed his hand, with tears in his eyes.
Hey are you okay? Do you need me to get a nurse? Sam asked in concern as he watched him blink once.
You stay here Sam, I'll go get the nurse. John said as Dean began to blink no rapidly. I think he meant that he was okay, Sam. John said thinking that if this turned out to be his Dean, then Chris was going to pay dearly. If for no other reason but him not being at his son's side. And also for the defeated look in the boy's eyes.
"My dad told me that you haven't had very many visitors, and I know how hospitals are even when Dad's there with me." Sam told him quietly as he kept his hand in Dean's. Finding that he was also comforted by the touch.
"Are you ready to get this ventilator out Mr. Campbell?" She asked as the doctor and another nurse joined her in the room.
"Dad and I will just step out for a minute." Sam told Dean as he reluctantly let go of Sam's hand.
"Do you think it's him?" Sam asked as soon as they were in the hallway.
"The name, age, hair color and even the eye color fit. But I would rather just wait...and maybe ask what his dad's name is." John stated with a sigh.
"Yeah maybe, but I don't think that he would tell you anything. I mean if his dad is the one who did this to him, there isn't any telling what his father told him he would do, if he ever told anyone." Sam told his father.
"You can come back in now!" The nurse said sweetly half an hour later as her and her entourage left.
"Thanks." Sam spoke politely as he and John entered the room.
" You feeling better, buddy? John asked looking the kid over again. Maybe it was just the memories but the features he looked at now not only reminded him of his late wife, but also that four year old boy. You said that you remembered why you were in the hospital." John said after the boy nodded.
"Yeah." Dean answered with his voice rough, from just getting the tube taken out of his throat.
"Can you tell me what happened that they found you in that alley?" John continued.
"M-my father, he and I were hunt... I mean looking for the person responsible for putting those kids in the hospital. I- I messed up and got hurt, end of story". Dean answered shakily.
"Dean does the name Chris Campbell mean anything to you?" John asked not failing to notice the way that Dean's eyes darted from him to Sam, the whole time.
"Yes, sir. He's my father, sir." Dean admitted with a cringe as he ran his fingers through his hair and hit a gash on his head.
"Dean did your father do this to you? Because if he did we can make it stop." John said realizing that this was the nephew that he had raised until he was four years old.
John watched as Dean, put up an impenetrable wall.
"Well, I guess we're done here, Sam. There's nothing that we can do. if he won't admit what going on to us." John said as he and his son went to leave.
"Don't go Daddy..." Dean let slip from his lips, from the fear of having Sam and John leave him again.
What did you say? John asked as he was propelled back to the past.
"P-Please don't leave me, Daddy." Dean cried sounding like the lost four year old again, as John spun around and wrapped his arms around his boy...his Dean, before he even knew what he was doing.
"I never wanted to buddy, but your father, he wanted you back. And I was messed up, I had just lost Mary." John explained with tears in his eyes.
"Mom? The man yellow eyes, I-I saw him. H-he started the fire. I- I tried to help. Dean said as tears ran down his cheeks, but he was too trapped in the past to care, right now. I'm sorry, I was bad, daddy...I sh-should've helped." Dean said begging for forgiveness, and sounding so young that it broke John's heart.
"No, you did good son, you saved Sam, you got him out!" John pointed out with a proud grin.
"No, sir I messed up and I have to be punished. It's all my fault and I deserve what's coming to me." Dean hiccuped.
"He's a liar Dean, and the only thing responsible for your mom's death is that demon." John tried to reassure the boy that had become and still was his son.
Dean had rebuilt the wall that had just crumbled, when his eyes landed on Sam.
"I've missed you so much, Sammy. I know it sounds stupid, but every time that he'd... Dean decided to let the sentence hang, not wanting to go into any details, but picked it back up. I'd think of you two, and pretend that you were looking for me, and when you found me. We'd all live happily ever after. I know it makes me sound like a girl...but it was all that I had." Dean said as sleep refused to ignored any longer.
"Come on Sam, let's let him get some rest. We'll come back to see him in the morning." John told Sam as he jotted down his number, and left it on the table.
"I don't think we should leave. What if his dad shows up?" Sam argued with his father, not liking the feeling in the pit of his stomach.
This took me forever to type up for some reason. I think it might have something to do with my 4 kids and my niece that came over for a visit. I enjoyed it though. Review and let me know what you're thinking.