Hello readers :D i know it has been awhile since i posted but I was enduring a painful writer's block. It has eased up so I will be posting more soon :D I know this chapter is a little short but I really hope you still like it! Enjoy :D

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"How long ago did this start, Sam?" John questioned, fear evident on his face. He didn't want to know how long his son had been trying to off himself, but he had too. God, if Mary could see him now, sitting in front of Sammy in a hospital bed that he put himself in. This would have never happened if she was here.

"A couple of days ago," Sam answered, picking at the stitching on the blanket laying over him. He looks up at his father and notices that John is staring at the bandages wrapped around Sam's arms. Sam looks down as well and then moves them to hide underneath the blanket.

"Why did you do it, Sam?" John asked, blatantly.

Anger immediately soared to Sam's face and it turned bright red. "Oh, so now you care? Now you want to have a heart-to-heart with me?"

"I'm trying here, Sammy." John rubbed a large hand over his face and sighed loudly.

"Well, maybe I don't want you to try. And by the way, it's Sam," Sam stated, eyes darting to where Dean had just open the door, and stood silent in the doorway, each hand holding a cup of steaming coffee. "Where were you before this happened? Did you ever care before now? Oh, yeah, you were too busy screaming and hitting me to notice your son was trying to kill himself!"

John stood up so fast the chair he had been sitting in slid backwards across the floor and slammed into the near wall. His hands had formed fist and his face was bright red. "Sam Winchest-"

"Dad! Stop-" Dean ran over in front of his father blocking him from Sam. He set down the two coffees on a mobile table and put his hands up. "Stop, now. Before this gets out of hand."

Sam had tears streaming down his face. Ignoring Dean's concerned looks, he was looking past him at his father, glaring.

John took a deep breath before speaking. "Tomorrow we are leaving this place. They are starting to ask questions about insurance. Be ready a five a.m."

"Dad, I don't think Sam is ready to-" Dean started, but stopped dead when John gave him a daring look.

"That's an order," John stated, and walked towards the door.

Sam turned over in the bed, sobbing and Dean stood there looking down at his baby brother as the door clicked shut.

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