AN: Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! I hope y'all had a great and safe Christmas! I didn't want Santa to visit me this year (like every year since I was 13) but he came anyways, and I got some nice goodies! I got some clothes, a few Supernatural items I've been eye balling for a long time, I got season 7 on DVD (only missing 10, just need that and my collection will be complete), and an amazon gift card. I also visited both my grandmas, and dined on some good food, and ate a ton of cookies! Now I have to work all that off and prep for New Years Eve where I'll be eating more and up all night playing. We're friends over and making some yummy food, then we'll play games. Going to be such fun! Anyways, how your Christmas? Or Holiday if you don't celebrate Christmas? By the way guys and gals, the lyrics last chapter are mine! All the lyrics in any fics are mine. Let's go!

Tori-Bird627-Got me in the feels and I wrote this...

Rafaela Amanda-Thank you my darling! Seasons 4 and 5 were my least favorite due to them being tense and Sam and Dean constantly fighting. Hence this fic. Things needed to be fixed.

spnfanforlife-*hands you a tissue* There there darling. I cried too and I wrote this! Thank you! I hope you had a great Christmas! XD I think I ate my weight in cookies and there's more to be consumed.

elliereynolds777-They were for me too when I first started self harming and having suicidal thoughts, but I learned to overcome it. I had to in order to begin healing. But I'm glad you got past it! And I didn't put character death, because I wasn't sure if Sam was going to survive or not...so yeah. And thank you! A quick fix is a good way to go sometimes! I hope you had a reat Christmas!

Ruby-Small world my darling! I was going to something like this! So you'll get your wish ;)

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F-Fights Lead to You in Peril (Set anytime season 1. AU!)

"I'm your father! You didn't think to tell me!" John shouted.

"Oh yeah. I'm going to call and say what exactly? 'Hey dad guess what? I'm a bigger freak than we realize!'" Sam shouted back.

The Winchester brothers were on vacation when they run into their father who was coming to meet them for help on a case he found. It was a three person job and Bobby was on his own hunt with Caleb. They finished the hunt and now John joined in on the vacation, needing to relax a little himself. While Dean was out getting dinner, Sam had a vision which their father witnessed Sam having and it sprung this ever so fun argument. Dean not being present Sam was kinda glad for. Dean had been referee for their fights for years, and that made Sam feel bad and that they were all his fault.

"Dammit Sam! I needed to know this!" John shouted.

"Why?! Because you deserve to know?!" Sam asked.

"Don't even Sam! I'm your father! I needed to know!" John spat.

"So you've said!" Sam spat back and went back to his and Dean's room, slamming the adjoining door behind him and locking it.

Dean returned and sighed. A fight broke out he knew, and he would ask later. Sam and his father needed to cool off first. Sam ate alone insisting that Dean be with their dad. Despite Deans protests, he humored Sam and went to eat his dinner with their dad. Sam smiled sadly at the door Dean had disappeared behind. He wanted some time alone and Dean needed to be with their dad, though he wanted his brother. He went to work on research for a hunt he found an hour earlier before Dean returned. It seemed to be a simple salt and burn right in their back yard.

He grabs what he needs and writes Dean a note telling him not to worry and he'll be back later tonight. He and his dad need some time apart for a few hours and cool off.

Sam gets to the woods and starts his hunt. He finds a cabin about an hour later and goes inside. He wrinkles his nose at the horrible stench that reaches his nose.

"Gah. Why do we have to smell bad after we die?" He muttered to himself.

He looked around and found the body of the ghost that was hurting people upstairs in a bedroom. He salted the body and poured lighter fluid all over it. He planned to get out of the house and toss the lighter in the open window, and then book it out of there. He was heading out when the ghost appeared and the two got into a scuffle. Suddenly Sam found himself falling from the bedroom window, and his world went black.

He woke with a groan and blinked to clear away the fuzziness. He looked up and saw the ghost looking down on him with an sneer. He realized the ghost was trapped, thanks to the salt on his body. He tried to move and moaned in agony. He knew he probably broke a few bones and was cut to hell by the glass from the window. He got his breathing under some control and reached into his pocket for his lighter. He got it out and lit it. He managed to toss the lighter into the bottom window in front of him and watched as a blaze broke out.

He rolled over onto his belly and without trying to pass out, he painstakingly crawled away from the burning house. He heard the ghost screaming and howling. When he crawled a safe distance away, he managed to sit up against a tree. His eyes beginning to close when he heard someone calling his name. He tried to listen carefully but it was hard. He was fading back into the darkness. The voice came back and heard it clearer this time. It was close this time.

"SAM!" "SAMMY!"

"De-" He tried to call back, but his voice was weak.

"SAMMY WHERE ARE YOU!?"

Sam took a deep breath and shouted as loudly as he could. The shout took away the remainder of his energy and his eyes slid shut. He felt someone gently shaking him and calling to him. He opened his eyes and saw Dean was in front of him.

"Sammy! Thank god. You're going to be okay buddy. You're going to be fine." Dean said soothingly.

"Daddy..." Sam whispered weakly. He felt John's rough hands and struggled away. "No! Want...my...daddy..."

"Hey baby boy. I'm here." Dean said "Shhh..calm down baby. I'm here."

"Hurts daddy...hurts so bad..." Sam slurred with a few tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I know, I know. Dad and I are going to get you outta here. Hold on." Dean said soothingly.

Sam nodded and gave into the darkness.

After two weeks in the hospital, Sam told Dean and their dad what happened and John apologized to his son. He knew he should've handled the situation better. Dean gave Sam a good scolding and grounded him. But it wasn't like Sam could go anywhere at the moment. The doctor has him on strict bed rest for his seven broken ribs and three cracked ribs, a shattered knee with a broken ankle on his right leg, a badly bruised collar bone, concussion, and other bruises and the cuts all over his body. It had been touch and go for the first few days but he pulled through.

"Alright kiddo. There we go. Nice and toasty." Dean said throwing the blankets over him.

"Dean, come on. He's settled and I need a partner on this hunt I found." John said.

"No. I'm not leaving Sammy. You can stay here and continue with us, or you can leave now and go alone. Sammy needs me." Dean said firmly standing his ground. "Sam's more important than some damn hunt. It's time you realize it."

John looked shocked at Dean's attitude. Even Sam was a little surprised, but not so much. When it came to his well being, Dean would rather let a monster wreck its havoc than leave Sam injured or sick alone. John sighed and this time surprised both of his boys by setting his duffle bag down. Dean was right. John needed to realize his children were more important.

Sam smiled and let Dean continue his mother henning. He scared the hell out of his daddy, so he owed it to him and let Dean fuss. Plus, it made Sam feel loved and safe. Which he finally knew was his normal. Loved and safe with his Dean.

Whew! Ruby my darling! I hope you like it! I was planning on doing something similar, then you placed the idea, and I rolled with it. But I hope you like it!

Until Next Time! *swears off of Christmas cookies, but eats more anyways*