Children for a Lesser God 5/?
Title: Children for a Lesser God 5/?
Rating/Warnings: pg-13/Violence and language
Wordcount: ~2400
A/N: I should be working on all my challenges that are due in the near future…but this idea wouldn’t leave me alone, especially after You Make my Heart Melt got a nice response.
Summary: John has planned on taking his boys out for a camping trip for some relaxation and training, since Sam now knows about the Supernatural world. However, days before the trip, Sam falls ill with the flu and stays at Bobby's so that Dean can still go on the trip he was so looking forward to. While there, Sam meets one of Bobby's customer's who has lost everything and is desperately searching for a way to get it all back. An ancient book of Bobby's and young Sam may just be what he needs...unfortunately for Sam.
They had to get back to their baby…
“I need help!” Bobby called, limping as fast as possible into the ER of the local hospital. He held Sam’s limp form close to his chest, and Alec hobbled along somewhere behind him. He knew the man was hurt, but he couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment. He was too worried about Sam.
“Bobby!” a nurse yelled. After looking towards the main desk, where he had heard the voice, he breathed a sigh of relief as he recognized her…Nurse Anne Hodge. He had known her for years, having met her when her first husband had been haunting their house following his death. The bastard had been abusive during their marriage and couldn’t relinquish his hold on Anne, even in death. At least until Bobby took care of his skeletal ass.
“Anne,” Bobby sighed.
Anne waved some orderlies over, who then took Sam out of Bobby’s arms so that he could be placed on a gurney. Sam looked so small as he lay unmoving on it. It broke Bobby’s heart all over again.
“Kid’s not breathing guys,” one of them said as he climbed up on the gurney to begin CPR.
After that, Sam was whisked behind closed doors, leaving Bobby feeling lost without Sam in his sight. His eyes remained locked on the doors. He didn’t see another nurse come up and push Alec towards an exam room. Nothing else mattered.
“Bobby,” Anne softly said, putting her slender hand on his shoulder. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hun. You can tell me what happened and I’ll fill out the paperwork for you. Come on.” She gave some orders to the other nurses at her station before she nudged him. He finally followed her to a private room, although very reluctantly.
Once inside, Bobby sat down on the plastic covered bed. Anne grabbed a few supplies out of the cabinet and began to disinfect some of the scratches and burns. Bobby flinched at the sting of the peroxide. “Sorry…”
“It’s ok,” he mumbled. He rubbed a hand over his face and tried to figure out how to start explaining all the awful events of the day. “So you want the truth or the story I’m gonna have to tell the docs?”
“How about we start with the truth then ya can give me the story I’ll have to write down for the records.”
“Ya remember Alec right?” Anne nodded as a sad smile graced her face. She remembered him bringing in Matty. “Well, he summoned a damn pagan god thinking it would bring his son back to him. Only problem was the bastard needed a child sacrificed for some ritual out in the woods…or what he claimed was the ritual. The thing never planned on bringin’ the boy back. Just needed a new sacrifice to keep goin’. Alec saw Sam and took ‘em for it. By the time I learned about it all and set Alec straight, Sam had been with that bastard for too long.” Bobby’s voice cracked a little and he had to pause. “Sam’s a friend of mine’s youngest. He’d planned a campin’ trip for his two boys and some friends of ours, but Sam caught the flu. He didn’t want ‘em to not go since his brother was so excited. He was stayin’ with me ‘til they got back.”
“God,” Anne gasped.
“Don’t have a damn clue how I’m gonna explain this to doctors…he has bruises on his neck from being strangled for God sakes!”
“We’ll figure it out,” she soothed. “You said the creature took Sam to the woods?”
“Yeah…”
“Alright…so you and Sam took a quick drive out passed the woods. Sam was feeling better but was still a little sick at the time. You…broke down…and called Alec to come pick you guys up. While you waited…some psycho campers came and took Sam into the woods with him!”
“How do I explain the burns?”
“Camp fire! It got out of control…Sam struggled and kicked some of the logs over into the brush. Woods have been so dry…no one will think anything of it.”
“I guess…”
“Or if you want, just tell the police that Alec was the one who-“
“No…Alec knows what he did was wrong and that he screwed up. I’ll handle him. Hell, John will handle him I’m sure…”
“Alright,” Anne sighed. “I think that takes care of you. Why don’t you stay here and I’ll go check on Sam for you. Do you need me to call anyone?”
“I wouldn’t even know how to get a hold of John right now. Left a message at the ranger station, so I’d say he’s headed back now. I could just call the house and leave a message…”
“Just hit the star key and 380 to dial out of hospital numbers. Phone’s over there sweetie. I’ll be right back.”
“Thanks Anne…I really appreciate all this.”
“I owed you one anyway,” she said with a wink before she left the room.
Bobby sighed to himself and climbed down from the bed. His bruised body protested slightly, but he paid it no mind. He crossed the small distance to the phone and punched in the extension followed by his own house’s number. The phone rang for a few moments before his own grumbling voice from the answering machine picked up.
“John, when you get this, ya need to come down to the hospital. Something…something got to Sam. Just, come down here. I’ll explain everything.”
Bobby hung up the phone just as Anne opened the door again. Her face had a slightly grim look to it.
“Bad?” Bobby practically whispered, praying he was reading her expression wrong.
“Isn’t great,” Anne admitted. “Doctors are still trying to stabilize him. They had to incubate him, but his brain waves seem to show that there wasn’t any damage from lack of oxygen. Granted, we won’t know for sure until he wakes up.”
“Ok…”
“His leg, it must’ve hit the flames at some point because he has 2nd degree burns to various portions. They are pretty severe, but we’ve got a good burn unit here. The doctors know what they’re doing.”
Her words didn’t comfort Bobby any at all. They only left him feeling shaky and sick to his stomach. He was pretty sure he had visibly paled at the ongoing list of injuries as well.
“His feet and hands are pretty cut up and have some smaller burns to them. Kid must’ve put up one hell of a fight, Bobby.” That at least brought a small smile to his otherwise somber face. “He won’t be able to really walk on them for a bit, but he probably won’t be wanting to with his leg as burned as it is. He also has bruised ribs and kidneys. Nothing is ruptured, but he’ll be sore from it for a while now.”
Bobby nodded in understanding. He remembered what that felt like all too well and absolutely hated that Sam would have to go through all of that.
“His fever is still holding out pretty high and he has signs of smoke inhalation on top of the flu. They’re giving him antibiotics to help with possible infections and to hopefully prevent pneumonia from developing. It is likely that it could though…”
Bobby sank back onto the bed, feeling as if his legs were going to buckle if he didn’t.
“I know it’s a lot to take in, Bobby. But you got him here as fast as you could and the best doctors here are working on the kid.” Anne walked over to Bobby and pulled him into an embrace.
“Thanks,” he mumbled with a tear filled voice. He couldn’t believe all this was happening. Sam shouldn’t have been in the hospital fighting so many injuries and illnesses. He should have been healthy and sitting in a tent with his family. He should have been learning how to fight and shoot with Dean by day and making s’mores by night. This shouldn’t have been happening…
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The gravel and dirt crunched underneath the tires of the Impala as it all but flew into the salvage yard. John and Dean had driven nearly 90 MPH the whole way back. They knew they had lost Pastor Jim and Caleb nearly an hour ago because of that, but they couldn’t worry about that. They were too worried about Sam. Jim and Caleb would catch up. Sam couldn’t wait.
John immediately noticed Bobby’s truck parked at an awkward angle just outside of the front gate; it wasn’t hard to miss. As soon as the Impala was put in park, Dean threw open the passenger side door and hurried up to Bobby’s front porch. He yanked on the screen door and pounded. “Bobby!!”
John came up behind him, brow furrowed at the fact that Bobby hadn’t opened up for his son. He fumbled with his keys until he found the one to Bobby’s house. He had never been more grateful that Bobby had given him a spare years ago. As soon as the door was open, Dean slipped past him and scurried inside.
“Sam! Bobby!” Dean frantically ran up the stairs. John was tempted to follow, but decided to check the downstairs first. He couldn’t find any signs of Bobby or Sam on the main floor. A few moments later, Dean darted back down the steps with his shoulders slumped.
“Dean?” John asked with concern.
“They’re not up there. And Sam’s room is a mess. They’re sheets and pillows thrown everywhere. Somethng’s wrong Dad!”
John walked towards Dean and pulled his oldest into his arms. Dean tensed but eventually melted into his dad, not giving a damn that he was a teenager now who shouldn’t need his dad’s hugs to make things better. Right now he was a scared big brother who wanted to find Sam.
John settled his chin on top of Dean’s head. In doing so, he noticed the red blinking light from the answering machine on the table. He gave Dean one last squeeze before letting go so that he could go listen to the message. John clicked the button and was soon listening to Bobby’s stressed voice.
“John, when you get this, ya need to come down to the hospital. Something…something got to Sam. Just, come down here. I’ll explain everything.”
“Dad…” Dean gulped. He looked much younger than his thirteen years as he gazed up with scared eyes at his father.
“Go ahead out to the car, son.” John tossed the keys back to Dean. “I’ll write a quick note to Jim and Caleb then I’ll be out there.”
Dean nodded and headed back out to the car. John’s hands shook as he tried to write the note, but he eventually got the words down and was able to follow Dean out to the Impala. He climbed in behind the wheel and threw it into reverse.
“What do ya think happened?” Dean asked in a timid voice.
“Don’t know buddy.” John cast Dean a worried glance before turning his attention back to the road. He broke just as many speed limits as he could get away with as he rushed towards the hospital. He was amazed the cops never pulled him over…
With him driving like that, the Winchesters made it to the hospital in less than twenty minutes. John lucked out with a parking spot fairly close to the ER entrance. He parked quickly, practically leaving the car at an angle in the tight space. For once, he didn’t care.
Both John and Dean all but ran into the hospital, having dodged a few cars and wheelchairs in the process. John rushed towards the main desk.
“Hi…my son was brought in here earlier by my friend. I don’t know what happened, but I need to find them,” John said, barely taking a breath in between words.
“Sir, you need to calm down before I can do anything. Furthermore, I can’t help you unless you give me a name,” the nurse snapped back.
“Sam…Sam Winchester. Friend was Bob-“
“Bobby Singer,” Anne finished, sending the other nurse a nasty look for snapping at the frazzled father.
“Yes,” John sighed.
“You must be John. I’m an old friend of Bobby’s. He helped,” she emphasized the word, “me out with a little problem I had awhile back. I’ve got him in a private room over here. The doctors are still working on your son.” Sympathy bled through her voice.
“Thank you…”
“Anne,” the nurse said, extending her hand out to John. He shook it before then squeezing Dean’s shoulder and guiding him along behind Anne.
“John,” Bobby gasped as the door to his room opened to reveal the Winchesters and Anne.
“Bobby…what the hell is going on here?” John sounded frustrated and worried, but not as angry as Bobby had expected.
“Guys,” Anne interrupted. “I’m going to go see if I can’t round up one of Sam’s doctors to come talk to you all soon.” With that, she left the men to discuss the nightmare that had happened that day.
“Bobby?” Dean’s voice shook.
“Hey kiddo.” Bobby ran his hand over Dean’s spiky hair and was surprised when the boy didn’t pull away like he tended to do nowadays.
“What happened?” John asked with less malice.
“Well,” Bobby sighed before launching into the full story. Retelling it left him feeling drained. Seeing the expressions on Dean and John’s faces didn’t help him much either.
“God…” John wanted to punch something…or someone. “So where’s that son of a bitch now?”
“We killed Moloch so-“
“No! Where’s that bastard that took my son?!?”
“Surgery…last I heard at least.”
“You already kick his ass for this?” Dean asked.
Neither John nor Bobby felt like getting onto him for his choice of words.
“No…he broke his arm pretty bad trying to save Sammy. He distracted the god while I got Sam outta there.”
The Winchesters were still pissed at Alec, but some of their anger disappeared at hearing that.
“Look, Alec isn’t a bad guy. His son died of leukemia a few months ago and his wife left him right after it happened. Not sayin’ it excuses what he did. But, ya know what it’s like to lose your family, John.”
John was about to respond when the door to their room cracked open.
“Family of Sam Winchester?” the head that leaned into the room asked.
“I’m his father,” John spoke up. “This is his big brother, Dean, and their Uncles Bobby.”
“I’m Dr. Harvey. I’ve been taking care of your son, and wanted to update you on his condition.”
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Rating/Warnings: pg-13/Violence and language
Wordcount: ~2400
A/N: I should be working on all my challenges that are due in the near future…but this idea wouldn’t leave me alone, especially after You Make my Heart Melt got a nice response.
Summary: John has planned on taking his boys out for a camping trip for some relaxation and training, since Sam now knows about the Supernatural world. However, days before the trip, Sam falls ill with the flu and stays at Bobby's so that Dean can still go on the trip he was so looking forward to. While there, Sam meets one of Bobby's customer's who has lost everything and is desperately searching for a way to get it all back. An ancient book of Bobby's and young Sam may just be what he needs...unfortunately for Sam.
They had to get back to their baby…
“I need help!” Bobby called, limping as fast as possible into the ER of the local hospital. He held Sam’s limp form close to his chest, and Alec hobbled along somewhere behind him. He knew the man was hurt, but he couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment. He was too worried about Sam.
“Bobby!” a nurse yelled. After looking towards the main desk, where he had heard the voice, he breathed a sigh of relief as he recognized her…Nurse Anne Hodge. He had known her for years, having met her when her first husband had been haunting their house following his death. The bastard had been abusive during their marriage and couldn’t relinquish his hold on Anne, even in death. At least until Bobby took care of his skeletal ass.
“Anne,” Bobby sighed.
Anne waved some orderlies over, who then took Sam out of Bobby’s arms so that he could be placed on a gurney. Sam looked so small as he lay unmoving on it. It broke Bobby’s heart all over again.
“Kid’s not breathing guys,” one of them said as he climbed up on the gurney to begin CPR.
After that, Sam was whisked behind closed doors, leaving Bobby feeling lost without Sam in his sight. His eyes remained locked on the doors. He didn’t see another nurse come up and push Alec towards an exam room. Nothing else mattered.
“Bobby,” Anne softly said, putting her slender hand on his shoulder. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hun. You can tell me what happened and I’ll fill out the paperwork for you. Come on.” She gave some orders to the other nurses at her station before she nudged him. He finally followed her to a private room, although very reluctantly.
Once inside, Bobby sat down on the plastic covered bed. Anne grabbed a few supplies out of the cabinet and began to disinfect some of the scratches and burns. Bobby flinched at the sting of the peroxide. “Sorry…”
“It’s ok,” he mumbled. He rubbed a hand over his face and tried to figure out how to start explaining all the awful events of the day. “So you want the truth or the story I’m gonna have to tell the docs?”
“How about we start with the truth then ya can give me the story I’ll have to write down for the records.”
“Ya remember Alec right?” Anne nodded as a sad smile graced her face. She remembered him bringing in Matty. “Well, he summoned a damn pagan god thinking it would bring his son back to him. Only problem was the bastard needed a child sacrificed for some ritual out in the woods…or what he claimed was the ritual. The thing never planned on bringin’ the boy back. Just needed a new sacrifice to keep goin’. Alec saw Sam and took ‘em for it. By the time I learned about it all and set Alec straight, Sam had been with that bastard for too long.” Bobby’s voice cracked a little and he had to pause. “Sam’s a friend of mine’s youngest. He’d planned a campin’ trip for his two boys and some friends of ours, but Sam caught the flu. He didn’t want ‘em to not go since his brother was so excited. He was stayin’ with me ‘til they got back.”
“God,” Anne gasped.
“Don’t have a damn clue how I’m gonna explain this to doctors…he has bruises on his neck from being strangled for God sakes!”
“We’ll figure it out,” she soothed. “You said the creature took Sam to the woods?”
“Yeah…”
“Alright…so you and Sam took a quick drive out passed the woods. Sam was feeling better but was still a little sick at the time. You…broke down…and called Alec to come pick you guys up. While you waited…some psycho campers came and took Sam into the woods with him!”
“How do I explain the burns?”
“Camp fire! It got out of control…Sam struggled and kicked some of the logs over into the brush. Woods have been so dry…no one will think anything of it.”
“I guess…”
“Or if you want, just tell the police that Alec was the one who-“
“No…Alec knows what he did was wrong and that he screwed up. I’ll handle him. Hell, John will handle him I’m sure…”
“Alright,” Anne sighed. “I think that takes care of you. Why don’t you stay here and I’ll go check on Sam for you. Do you need me to call anyone?”
“I wouldn’t even know how to get a hold of John right now. Left a message at the ranger station, so I’d say he’s headed back now. I could just call the house and leave a message…”
“Just hit the star key and 380 to dial out of hospital numbers. Phone’s over there sweetie. I’ll be right back.”
“Thanks Anne…I really appreciate all this.”
“I owed you one anyway,” she said with a wink before she left the room.
Bobby sighed to himself and climbed down from the bed. His bruised body protested slightly, but he paid it no mind. He crossed the small distance to the phone and punched in the extension followed by his own house’s number. The phone rang for a few moments before his own grumbling voice from the answering machine picked up.
“John, when you get this, ya need to come down to the hospital. Something…something got to Sam. Just, come down here. I’ll explain everything.”
Bobby hung up the phone just as Anne opened the door again. Her face had a slightly grim look to it.
“Bad?” Bobby practically whispered, praying he was reading her expression wrong.
“Isn’t great,” Anne admitted. “Doctors are still trying to stabilize him. They had to incubate him, but his brain waves seem to show that there wasn’t any damage from lack of oxygen. Granted, we won’t know for sure until he wakes up.”
“Ok…”
“His leg, it must’ve hit the flames at some point because he has 2nd degree burns to various portions. They are pretty severe, but we’ve got a good burn unit here. The doctors know what they’re doing.”
Her words didn’t comfort Bobby any at all. They only left him feeling shaky and sick to his stomach. He was pretty sure he had visibly paled at the ongoing list of injuries as well.
“His feet and hands are pretty cut up and have some smaller burns to them. Kid must’ve put up one hell of a fight, Bobby.” That at least brought a small smile to his otherwise somber face. “He won’t be able to really walk on them for a bit, but he probably won’t be wanting to with his leg as burned as it is. He also has bruised ribs and kidneys. Nothing is ruptured, but he’ll be sore from it for a while now.”
Bobby nodded in understanding. He remembered what that felt like all too well and absolutely hated that Sam would have to go through all of that.
“His fever is still holding out pretty high and he has signs of smoke inhalation on top of the flu. They’re giving him antibiotics to help with possible infections and to hopefully prevent pneumonia from developing. It is likely that it could though…”
Bobby sank back onto the bed, feeling as if his legs were going to buckle if he didn’t.
“I know it’s a lot to take in, Bobby. But you got him here as fast as you could and the best doctors here are working on the kid.” Anne walked over to Bobby and pulled him into an embrace.
“Thanks,” he mumbled with a tear filled voice. He couldn’t believe all this was happening. Sam shouldn’t have been in the hospital fighting so many injuries and illnesses. He should have been healthy and sitting in a tent with his family. He should have been learning how to fight and shoot with Dean by day and making s’mores by night. This shouldn’t have been happening…
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The gravel and dirt crunched underneath the tires of the Impala as it all but flew into the salvage yard. John and Dean had driven nearly 90 MPH the whole way back. They knew they had lost Pastor Jim and Caleb nearly an hour ago because of that, but they couldn’t worry about that. They were too worried about Sam. Jim and Caleb would catch up. Sam couldn’t wait.
John immediately noticed Bobby’s truck parked at an awkward angle just outside of the front gate; it wasn’t hard to miss. As soon as the Impala was put in park, Dean threw open the passenger side door and hurried up to Bobby’s front porch. He yanked on the screen door and pounded. “Bobby!!”
John came up behind him, brow furrowed at the fact that Bobby hadn’t opened up for his son. He fumbled with his keys until he found the one to Bobby’s house. He had never been more grateful that Bobby had given him a spare years ago. As soon as the door was open, Dean slipped past him and scurried inside.
“Sam! Bobby!” Dean frantically ran up the stairs. John was tempted to follow, but decided to check the downstairs first. He couldn’t find any signs of Bobby or Sam on the main floor. A few moments later, Dean darted back down the steps with his shoulders slumped.
“Dean?” John asked with concern.
“They’re not up there. And Sam’s room is a mess. They’re sheets and pillows thrown everywhere. Somethng’s wrong Dad!”
John walked towards Dean and pulled his oldest into his arms. Dean tensed but eventually melted into his dad, not giving a damn that he was a teenager now who shouldn’t need his dad’s hugs to make things better. Right now he was a scared big brother who wanted to find Sam.
John settled his chin on top of Dean’s head. In doing so, he noticed the red blinking light from the answering machine on the table. He gave Dean one last squeeze before letting go so that he could go listen to the message. John clicked the button and was soon listening to Bobby’s stressed voice.
“John, when you get this, ya need to come down to the hospital. Something…something got to Sam. Just, come down here. I’ll explain everything.”
“Dad…” Dean gulped. He looked much younger than his thirteen years as he gazed up with scared eyes at his father.
“Go ahead out to the car, son.” John tossed the keys back to Dean. “I’ll write a quick note to Jim and Caleb then I’ll be out there.”
Dean nodded and headed back out to the car. John’s hands shook as he tried to write the note, but he eventually got the words down and was able to follow Dean out to the Impala. He climbed in behind the wheel and threw it into reverse.
“What do ya think happened?” Dean asked in a timid voice.
“Don’t know buddy.” John cast Dean a worried glance before turning his attention back to the road. He broke just as many speed limits as he could get away with as he rushed towards the hospital. He was amazed the cops never pulled him over…
With him driving like that, the Winchesters made it to the hospital in less than twenty minutes. John lucked out with a parking spot fairly close to the ER entrance. He parked quickly, practically leaving the car at an angle in the tight space. For once, he didn’t care.
Both John and Dean all but ran into the hospital, having dodged a few cars and wheelchairs in the process. John rushed towards the main desk.
“Hi…my son was brought in here earlier by my friend. I don’t know what happened, but I need to find them,” John said, barely taking a breath in between words.
“Sir, you need to calm down before I can do anything. Furthermore, I can’t help you unless you give me a name,” the nurse snapped back.
“Sam…Sam Winchester. Friend was Bob-“
“Bobby Singer,” Anne finished, sending the other nurse a nasty look for snapping at the frazzled father.
“Yes,” John sighed.
“You must be John. I’m an old friend of Bobby’s. He helped,” she emphasized the word, “me out with a little problem I had awhile back. I’ve got him in a private room over here. The doctors are still working on your son.” Sympathy bled through her voice.
“Thank you…”
“Anne,” the nurse said, extending her hand out to John. He shook it before then squeezing Dean’s shoulder and guiding him along behind Anne.
“John,” Bobby gasped as the door to his room opened to reveal the Winchesters and Anne.
“Bobby…what the hell is going on here?” John sounded frustrated and worried, but not as angry as Bobby had expected.
“Guys,” Anne interrupted. “I’m going to go see if I can’t round up one of Sam’s doctors to come talk to you all soon.” With that, she left the men to discuss the nightmare that had happened that day.
“Bobby?” Dean’s voice shook.
“Hey kiddo.” Bobby ran his hand over Dean’s spiky hair and was surprised when the boy didn’t pull away like he tended to do nowadays.
“What happened?” John asked with less malice.
“Well,” Bobby sighed before launching into the full story. Retelling it left him feeling drained. Seeing the expressions on Dean and John’s faces didn’t help him much either.
“God…” John wanted to punch something…or someone. “So where’s that son of a bitch now?”
“We killed Moloch so-“
“No! Where’s that bastard that took my son?!?”
“Surgery…last I heard at least.”
“You already kick his ass for this?” Dean asked.
Neither John nor Bobby felt like getting onto him for his choice of words.
“No…he broke his arm pretty bad trying to save Sammy. He distracted the god while I got Sam outta there.”
The Winchesters were still pissed at Alec, but some of their anger disappeared at hearing that.
“Look, Alec isn’t a bad guy. His son died of leukemia a few months ago and his wife left him right after it happened. Not sayin’ it excuses what he did. But, ya know what it’s like to lose your family, John.”
John was about to respond when the door to their room cracked open.
“Family of Sam Winchester?” the head that leaned into the room asked.
“I’m his father,” John spoke up. “This is his big brother, Dean, and their Uncles Bobby.”
“I’m Dr. Harvey. I’ve been taking care of your son, and wanted to update you on his condition.”
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