Chapter Four:

Mary is at the long couch in Dr. Mendel's office clinic at the hospital. She looked worried. But then so did Dean who was standing at the window, looking out at the cars and people passing by on the street below. He may be looking at the passers-by but he wasn't really paying that much attention to any of them. His mind is entirely wrapped up on the kid who was at the other side of the door in the smaller room in the good doctor's office. Mary would see her boy once in awhile toss worried glances towards the direction of the door; and it concerned her. She has never seen her son look that way ever since she could remember.

"What's taking Luie?" Dean grumbles to himself, only it became loud enough that Mary heard him.

"Dean?"Mary calls out to her son; the boy turns to her. She then nods at him to sit by her. Dean immediately enables. "Sweetie, are you okay? I have never seen you be this worried over anything before." she affectionately wraps an arm onto her boy's arm and touched him on the cheek with her free hand and made him face her. "Or over anyone."

"He looked really scared mom." Dean says with a shaky voice. "You saw for yourself how freaked out he was...it's all his old man's fault. He did this to Sammy."he goes on to say while moving his face away and turning the other way.

"Dean, please take it easy..." she says.

"I thought he was over his fear of his old man, mom. It's been months since the last time he's seen him." Dean says, "It turns out he's not. I should have seen this coming, you know?" he says with a regretful head shake, "How could I call myself his big brother and I couldn't even protect him from this?"

"Oh Dean, don't say that..." Mary gasps.

"It's true, mom." Dean replies quietly. He then got up and started pacing the length of the room; swiping his nape every once in awhile. “I should be able to protect him from this.” He kept saying to himself over and over. Mary was about to call out to her son just then; only they both hear the door to the small door click. Luie comes out of it next, Dean meeting him halfway almost automatically.

“Is he okay?” Dean asks, “Can I go see him, Luie?”

Luie gave him a nod. Just as the boy as about to enter the room, he hears his mom ask Luie a question that perked his attention. He does a detour to hear Luie’s response to it.

“It goes back to instances in his childhood concerning his parents.” Luie starts to say. “It turns out, every time he ends up in the hospital due to an accident or just abot anything that sends him to this place, his parents—he gets blamed for being there. He was afraid it would be the same thing again.” Luie says. “The kid is under too much stress up here,” the good doctor says, pointing up his own temple, “…as well as emotion-wise.” He goes on to say, “He might need to get professional help soon if we want him to get over this, Mary. If he doesn’t, this could get serious.”

“You mean see a shrink?” Dean cuts in even before Mary could respond accordingly. “My brother is not crazy!”

“Dean, people who seek professional help for their mental issues doesn’t make them crazy.” Luie says.

“Sweetie, why don’t you go see Sam.” Mary says, “I will talk to Luie about this, okay?” she says while giving Dean a light shove towards the door to the small room in there. “Go on, Sweetheart.”

"Sam isn't crazy." Dean says, "He's not going off baring his soul to somebody he doesn't even know!" he added adamantly, "I won't allow it, mom."

"I know, dear." Mary says gently, "Just--just let me handle this, okay?" she tells him. "Go!"

Dean gives Luie a sharp threatening glare before he does eventually go in the room to Sam.

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The minute he went in and Sam heard the door creak, he saw the kid immediately tense-up. Sam, lying on the bed at the far end of the room looked even more vulnerable than he has ever seen him. And it didn't even help that it was Dean he saw, it didn't make him feel any better at all. As the older by could tell, it seemingly even made the kid even more nervous.

Everything he unloaded on Luie earlier, he was holding onto to all of it. All of his feelings of fear, worry and concern---he's clung on to everything. He worries he was going to be blamed and scolded just like what he would get before from his dad; concerned that his new family would get tired of him and turn into his previous family on him; and lastly, he is afraid that he was going to lose Dean.

All of what he was feeling springs up from his fear of rejection from his former family. It was making resort to thinking of ridiculous things just then; when Dean and his parents have already proven to him just how much they all love and care about him.

"Hey, kiddo...you awake?" Dean says with a happy relieved look on his face as he found his way to the side of his baby brother's bed.

Sam smirks. "Hi, Dean..." he says weakly.

"You want me to tell you how ugly you look right now?"

"No... it's okay." Sam chuckles just as weakly. "I feel just how I must look."

Dean laughs to that remark as he sat on the bed facing Sam. He waited minutes before he was able to open up his mouth and say anything to the kid. "So, what was that all about earlier, Sammy?" he asks quietly. The kid averts his gaze from his big brother's face to his hands on his lap.

"Are you mad at me?" Sam asks.

"Why would you think I'd be mad, kid?" Dean says, "And at you no less... it was an accident."

"Are you?”

“No, Sam.” Dean says.

"Are they mad?"

"They?"

"Mom and dad..."

"Oh, them? They're not mad, Sam. In fact mom is out there talking to the doctor. And dad, he is on his way here. They're not mad either."

"Really?" Sam asks innocently.

"Mmhm." Dean replies. He'd have thought that that was that; that Sam was convinced. Only he was wrong.

"Why not, Dean?"

"What do you mean?" Dean asks.

"Why aren't you all mad?"

"You want us to be mad?"

"No," Sam blurts out, "...no, Dean. But...but I just want to know why though..."

"We're just not." Dean says.

"My dad would always be before." Sam says.

"Yeah, well--your dad is a jerk." Dean spat, "But he's not your dad anymore. My dad is your dad now. And my dad--he's not a jerk!"

They had barely been talking when the door opens and both Mary and John came in next followed by Luie Mendel. When Sam saw that it wasn't anger on his parents' face as opposed to what he would normally see on his real dad before, it made him let go of the apprehension inside and welcome the warm feeling enveloping him.

"Oh baby, come here----" Mary says as she wraps the kid up in a loving hug.