Here it is, the last chapter. Thank you to all of you who stuck with me and all the rest who joined me along the way.

I hope you enjoy the conclusion ...

Chapter 20

John slipped out of the locker room, tugging on the too short sleeves of the long white coat. Luckily the doctor who owned it wasn't that much smaller than him, so it was hardly noticeable. Grabbing a random chart from the nurses station, John made his way down the hall, no one giving him a second look. So far so good. Reaching the door, he took a deep breath, forcing back his emotions as he entered the room.

"About time someone got here." The patient grumbled from the bed. "I asked for stronger meds almost an hour ago."

"Sorry for the wait, Mr. Riggs." John responded, closing the door behind him.

He set the chart down on the counter and went into the bathroom, grabbing a small towel from beside the sink. It took everything in him not to wrap it around the pervert's neck and choke the life out of him, but that would be more trouble then he was worth. More then satisfying, but trouble.

"Hey, did the cops ever catch that little b%s&a$d that shot me?"

"No, but they found his dad." John responded, balling up the terry cloth fabric.

"Good." Riggs snapped. "That idiot needs to teach his brat gun control."

"Oh, trust me," John turned towards the pedophile, "I intend to."

He saw a split second of revelation right before Riggs opened his mouth to yell for help, but the balled up towel muffled any sound that may have come out. After tossing the call button to the floor, John slammed his fist into the man's head a couple times, being careful to leave him conscious.

"Those where my sons, you son of a b^*&#$." He hissed, grabbing the front of his hospital gown to pull him up. "MY sons. That fact alone is enough reason for me to put a bullet in your head."

John pulled his gun from where and pressed it against Riggs' forehead. The pervert whimpered, tears forming in his fear filled eyes.

"Lucky for you," John continued, lowering the weapon, "your death would just send the cops after me, and I don't feel like dealing with them."

After letting the b^s*a%d have a moment of relief, the hunter started to dig the barrel into the healing wound. The man bucked and squirmed, screaming against his gag, but John's grip held him firmly in place.

"I just wanted to let you know, if you ever go near another little boy, and I find out about it, you'll wish I killed you. Got it?"

Adding a little more pressure, he waited until the guy nodded before putting away his gun.

"Glad we understand each other." John smiled, patting his shoulder. "Now all we need to do is explain how you ripped your stitches."

Moving to the side of the bed, he grabbed Riggs and threw him to the floor, before grabbing the gag out of his mouth. Immediately, the man began to howl in pain as John headed for the door.

"You know, you really shouldn't try walking after a gun shot wound." He commented on his way out. "You might hurt yourself."

Letting the nurses take care of Riggs, John headed out to where he had left Bobby's truck. Going a little faster then necessary, the hunter made his way back to his new hotel, eager to see his boys again. He had barely been gone an hour, but after last night a minute was to long to have them out of his sight.

"Daddy!" Sammy squealed the second he opened the door, run towards him.

"Hey Sammy." He smiled, scooping his baby boy up in his arms.

"Did you get everything, Dad?" Dean asked, leaning over the back of the couch.

"Everything worth getting." John answered, dropping his toddler on the cushion next to his oldest. "Here are your keys Bobby."

"Run into any trouble?" He friend questioned.

"Why would here be any trouble?"

By the look on his face, John could tell that Bobby knew about the social call he gave Sammy's attacker, but he didn't say anything about it.

"Well, I better get back to the yard." The other hunter muttered as he gathered up his duffel. "If you need me, ya know where to find me."

"Thanks Bobby … for everything."

"Don't get all sentimental on me, ya idjit, just take care of those boys of yours."

Turning away, he got a double hug from the kids before heading out the door.

"We gonna leave too, Dad?" Dean asked, staring up at him with wide green eyes.

John just smiled and settled himself on the couch between the boys.

"No, I think we can stick around for a bit longer."

"T'gether?"Sammy asked, climbing up on the big man's lap.

"That's right." John said, wrapping his arms around his children. "Together."

There you have it, John got a few minutes with the pedophile and they all had a happy ending ... except Riggs.

So, what did you think?