A/N I was reading heaps of fanfiction recently (because that's what I do) and this idea came to me. If it already exists I am unaware of the existence. I came up with this idea by my self. I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters, the plot I do own. Enjoy and please review!

Spoilers for up to and including (probably) season 6.

Rewrite update 12-5-2018: The first chapter of this story that has been rewritten can be found on AO3 under the same story and author names.

Chapter 1

The werewolf was racing towards him and Dean was yelling. Shots rang out; his father was trying to shoot the supernatural creature. It lunged at Sam, causing him to fall, clawing at his chest. One more shot was heard and this time it was fatal. The werewolf fell upon Sam where he lay unconscious from his fall to the bitumen.

"Sam!" Dean ran towards him dropping his gun. He pushed the werewolf and sobbed at his brothers expressionless face. "Dad!"

John Winchester came running and knelt beside his youngest son of eight years. "He's just unconscious but we should get him to a hospital. The wounds are deep for me to fix them and he may have a concussion." So saying, he lifted Sam and started towards the Impala.

"Your son should be fine Mr Trippen. He just needs some rest to give the gashes time to heal. We've given him dissolvable stiches and they'll dissolve in approximately two weeks. He also has a nasty gash on his head which will take longer to heal. He won't be able to have any pressure on it until it's fully healed which should take about three weeks. If it's okay with you, I'd like to keep him here under observation. Young people are more susceptible for things to go wrong and we don't want anything to happen to your son. You can go see him now if you want."

"Thanks Doctor Marsh, I'm just glad he's alive." John Winchester, or Mr Trippen if you go by alias, smiled wearily at the doctor and hugged Dean closer to his side. "C'mon Dean, let's go see Sammy."

He guided the twelve year old to Sam's hospital room where Sam was lying in bed waiting. His head was held up by a weird looking contraption to stop it from touching the pillow.

"Hey Dad, Dean. Looks like I'm not dead yet."

"No, you're not dead yet but you are an invalid meaning no hunts for you."

"But Dad, what are we going to do?"

"Dean, I would've thought that was obvious. We leave Sam here for three weeks while we hunt."

"We're leaving Sammy here alone for three weeks?" Dean asked incredulously while Sam said at the same time: "You're leaving me here for three weeks alone?"

"Yes, we can't hang around waiting for you to get better and we can't take you with us, you'd just slow us down. I know of a hunt a couple towns over. Looks like a simple salt and burn. It also looks like there's a Wendigo a couple of towns from there. C'mon Dean, you stay here and rest Sam." He turned to go but Dean stayed behind looking at Sam. "Dean! Come on."

Dean looked towards his father sadly, "Yes sir, seeya in three weeks Sammy." He waved at his brother and followed John out of the hospital.

"Is he going to be okay, Dad?" Dean asked as they drove away from the hospital.

"Course he is Dean, he's a hunter, we're a strong bunch. Something as small as some werewolf scratches won't kill him. If anything, they'll make him stronger."

If John had known what was going to happen in the next three weeks and if he knew that there was another Supernatural creature in that town he would have turned the Impala around and raced back to his son. But he didn't, so he kept driving towards the next job and sealing his youngest son's fate.

"Heya kiddo! You want a lollipop?" The cheerful and addicted to sugar Doctor Sexy was back.

"No thanks Doctor. How many times do I have to tell you that I don't like lollipops?"

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me my name instead of Doctor?" The grinning man retorted.

"Fine. No thankyou Loki, I would not like a lollipop."

"That's better young Mr Trippen, but I still think you should have a lollipop. They have amazing healing qualities you know. Just one of them could have up out of that bed and hunting with your family again."

"How come you don't call me by my name? And my family doesn't hunt, my father's a mechanic."

"Yeah right Sasquatch, I know you guys are hunters. There's no point lying to me, I heard your father's off on a salt and burn hunt followed by hunting a Wendigo. Sure you don't want a lollipop?"

"Who are you?"

"I told you, I'm Loki. I thought you were supposed to be the smart one in the family."

"Loki as in the pagan god Loki?" Sam asked warily.

"Yup, that would be me. You never answered my question, do you want a lollipop?"

"Why would accept a lollipop from a Pagan god that will probably try to kill me so that I don't kill him?"

"So you are smart! Look Sambo, I don't want to kill you, I want to help you. The lollipops really do have healing properties. As for why I want to help you," Loki continued seeing the question forming on Sam's face," let's say I'm investing for the future." He grinned and help out a red lollipop to Sam.

Sam stared at it warily before finally taking it. Once he held it in his hand he gave it some close scrutiny, trying to see if it had been tampered with.

"Oh for goodness sake Sammich, just eat the lollipop! It's not poisoned, I promise."

After glaring at Loki for calling him 'Sammich' Sam unwrapped the lollipop and popped it into his mouth. Almost immediately he could feel a rush of coolness that spread across his body and found all his injuries. The coolness settled over the injuries and dulled the pain until it was all gone, along with any sign he had ever been injured in the first place.

"So? Feel any better? Or do you feel as if you've never been injured in your life?" Doctor Loki Sexy looked like a puppy eagerly waiting praise for something awesome he'd done.

"I feel as if... I've never been injured," Sam admitted.

"Awesome. You wanna go see you father and brother now? I can get you out of here and to them in a second."

"Okay Loki, let's go." Sam smiled up at his new found friend and took the proffered hand of the person that was going to take him to his family.