Devil's Trap Choose Your Own Adventure - Choice 3d
3d. Sam fears for the worst
Sam pretended not to notice the look on the doctor’s face when he entered the room. And he definitely didn’t hear (nope, not at all) the apologetic tone to the man’s voice as he went on about “too much blood loss” and how there was “nothing they could do.” It took Sam back to a few months ago when he nearly lost Dean the first time. Except now, there was no hope, no miracle waiting to be found in Nebraska.
No matter what Dean had thought about the situation with the LeGranges, Sam still considered it a miracle. His brother was alive and with him and dammit, they deserved that much.
Apparently, God or whoever the fuck was in charge disagreed.
It wasn’t until John, voice full of emotion and anger, shouted curses at no one in particular that it hit Sam. Dean was dead. Dean wasn’t coming back. Dean died not knowing how much he mattered to his family. The demon had taken another important person away from him, this time possibly the most important person, and it was his fault.
Sam stood up, bile churning in his stomach and burning his throat. His rubbed his hands against his eyes - he would not cry, Dean wouldn’t want him to fucking cry - and tried to make his way to the bathroom.
And that was when he heard the doctor whispering to the nurse, saying all those things that didn’t get said to the family. Things like “would’ve made it if we had gotten to him sooner” and “the car crash was probably what killed him.” Things Sam didn’t need to hear.
Sam gripped his head as the burning sensation in his gut spread through his entire body, seeming to pool in his brain. He leaned against the wall and gasped in pain when the images of the last twenty-four hours flashed before his eyes. He couldn’t do this, not right then, not without Dean to help him through it. Dean had promised him that nothing bad would happen as long as he was around, but Dean was gone.
Sam tightened his grip on his head. He heard his father calling out to him and yelling for a doctor, but it seemed so far away. It didn’t seem real.
And then it wasn’t.
“Sammy…Sammy…open your eyes, son.”
Sam groaned. When he opened his eyes, his father was hovered over him. His eyes were hardened with anger, but Sam could still see a flicker of concern there. Sam quickly glanced around his immediate area. He wasn’t in the hospital. He was in the backseat of the Impala and his father was staring down at him from the door. There were no horrible smells or sounds and the Impala was in perfect condition. Sam shook his head, as though water was logging his brain, and rubbed his hand over his face. Nothing made sense.
“Dad? Where are we?”
“The cabin. You told me you were going to get the car so we could get Dean out of here,” John replied. He gripped onto Sam’s shoulder and said, “Are you okay? Did the demon…”
“I’m fine…I…we haven’t left the cabin yet.”
“Sam, we don’t have time-we have to get your brother to the hospital,” John replied. He motioned to where he was propping Dean up against the side of the car. “He’s lost a lot of blood.”
Sam sprung up from the backseat of the car. He wasn’t sure how he had gotten there at first, and then he remembered that he had run out of the cabin to get the car. He had left it running and opened the back door for Dean when the pain in his head had struck. Sam knew he looked insane to his father, but he couldn’t help but smile. It was only a vision. He could still fix things.
He said, “It was all so real.”
“What?”
Sam took Dean from his father’s arms. He couldn’t stop himself from checking for a pulse, which earned him a glare from his brother. Sam nearly kissed his brother. He was still alive, still Dean. Sam placed Dean into the backseat as carefully as he could. Patting Dean’s shoulder, he said, “I’m getting you to that hospital this time. You’re gonna make it.”
Dean’s eyes fluttered open and he replied softly, “I’ll be okay.”
Sam patted his brother’s shoulder again and then jumped into action. He slid into the driver’s seat and took off with a squeal of the tires. He met his father’s gaze and decided to beat his father to the punch. Sam said, “I know you’re pissed at me. You think I’ve lost sight of the mission, but, Dad, I think you’re the one who has lost sight of things.”
“Sam, there are certain…” his father paused when Sam turned off the main road and onto one of the many dirt roads around the cabin, shifting his eyes from side-to-side for any signs of that goddamn truck. Not this fucking time. “What the hell are you doing? We need to get your brother to the hospital.”
“I know that, but if we stay on the main road we’re not going to make it.”
John stared at him for a moment and then replied, “Was that one of your visions back there?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What happened?”
“It doesn’t matter. It won’t happen again.”
“Sam, I need to know what we’re up against.”
Sam glanced in the rearview mirror at Dean, who was slumped forward with his eyes slowly opening and shutting. Sam forced an encouraging smile in his brother’s direction when his brother’s eyes locked on his via the mirror. Sam shifted his gaze back to the road, looking around carefully as he intersected with the main road again briefly before turning the car onto another dirt road. He said lowly, “Last time Dean didn’t make it. We didn’t get him to the hospital in time.”
“So you’re taking a back road?”
“Dad, we were hit full-force by a truck. That’s why Dean didn’t get to the hospital until it was too late. That’s why all his injuries…I’m not going to let that happen again. I had the vision for a reason.”
“So we need to keep our eyes out for a truck?” John replied. He turned his attention to the roads and said, “We’re not going to lose your brother, Sam.”
“No, sir.”
“I’m not sure you made the right call back there, son, but I’m not sure you made the wrong one either,” John replied. He grimaced as he shifted his weight to his good leg to get a better look at the area of the road around them. He added, “This demon has taken all it’s going to from our family.”
Sam nodded. For once, he and his father were in complete agreement.
Sam screeched the car to a halt at the entrance to the emergency room. He jumped out and gathered Dean up in his arms while his father hollered for help. Sam placed Dean on the gurney, bending down and whispering fiercely into his brother’s ear, “You hang in there, man. You can’t leave me, Dean.”
Before the doctors rushed Dean off, Dean reached out for Sam’s hand. He squeezed it and said, “Not going anywhere.”
And for the first time in what felt like days, Sam really believed it. His brother was going to pull through this, they all were. For once, he was able to use these powers of his to actually save someone he loved.
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Sam pretended not to notice the look on the doctor’s face when he entered the room. And he definitely didn’t hear (nope, not at all) the apologetic tone to the man’s voice as he went on about “too much blood loss” and how there was “nothing they could do.” It took Sam back to a few months ago when he nearly lost Dean the first time. Except now, there was no hope, no miracle waiting to be found in Nebraska.
No matter what Dean had thought about the situation with the LeGranges, Sam still considered it a miracle. His brother was alive and with him and dammit, they deserved that much.
Apparently, God or whoever the fuck was in charge disagreed.
It wasn’t until John, voice full of emotion and anger, shouted curses at no one in particular that it hit Sam. Dean was dead. Dean wasn’t coming back. Dean died not knowing how much he mattered to his family. The demon had taken another important person away from him, this time possibly the most important person, and it was his fault.
Sam stood up, bile churning in his stomach and burning his throat. His rubbed his hands against his eyes - he would not cry, Dean wouldn’t want him to fucking cry - and tried to make his way to the bathroom.
And that was when he heard the doctor whispering to the nurse, saying all those things that didn’t get said to the family. Things like “would’ve made it if we had gotten to him sooner” and “the car crash was probably what killed him.” Things Sam didn’t need to hear.
Sam gripped his head as the burning sensation in his gut spread through his entire body, seeming to pool in his brain. He leaned against the wall and gasped in pain when the images of the last twenty-four hours flashed before his eyes. He couldn’t do this, not right then, not without Dean to help him through it. Dean had promised him that nothing bad would happen as long as he was around, but Dean was gone.
Sam tightened his grip on his head. He heard his father calling out to him and yelling for a doctor, but it seemed so far away. It didn’t seem real.
And then it wasn’t.
“Sammy…Sammy…open your eyes, son.”
Sam groaned. When he opened his eyes, his father was hovered over him. His eyes were hardened with anger, but Sam could still see a flicker of concern there. Sam quickly glanced around his immediate area. He wasn’t in the hospital. He was in the backseat of the Impala and his father was staring down at him from the door. There were no horrible smells or sounds and the Impala was in perfect condition. Sam shook his head, as though water was logging his brain, and rubbed his hand over his face. Nothing made sense.
“Dad? Where are we?”
“The cabin. You told me you were going to get the car so we could get Dean out of here,” John replied. He gripped onto Sam’s shoulder and said, “Are you okay? Did the demon…”
“I’m fine…I…we haven’t left the cabin yet.”
“Sam, we don’t have time-we have to get your brother to the hospital,” John replied. He motioned to where he was propping Dean up against the side of the car. “He’s lost a lot of blood.”
Sam sprung up from the backseat of the car. He wasn’t sure how he had gotten there at first, and then he remembered that he had run out of the cabin to get the car. He had left it running and opened the back door for Dean when the pain in his head had struck. Sam knew he looked insane to his father, but he couldn’t help but smile. It was only a vision. He could still fix things.
He said, “It was all so real.”
“What?”
Sam took Dean from his father’s arms. He couldn’t stop himself from checking for a pulse, which earned him a glare from his brother. Sam nearly kissed his brother. He was still alive, still Dean. Sam placed Dean into the backseat as carefully as he could. Patting Dean’s shoulder, he said, “I’m getting you to that hospital this time. You’re gonna make it.”
Dean’s eyes fluttered open and he replied softly, “I’ll be okay.”
Sam patted his brother’s shoulder again and then jumped into action. He slid into the driver’s seat and took off with a squeal of the tires. He met his father’s gaze and decided to beat his father to the punch. Sam said, “I know you’re pissed at me. You think I’ve lost sight of the mission, but, Dad, I think you’re the one who has lost sight of things.”
“Sam, there are certain…” his father paused when Sam turned off the main road and onto one of the many dirt roads around the cabin, shifting his eyes from side-to-side for any signs of that goddamn truck. Not this fucking time. “What the hell are you doing? We need to get your brother to the hospital.”
“I know that, but if we stay on the main road we’re not going to make it.”
John stared at him for a moment and then replied, “Was that one of your visions back there?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What happened?”
“It doesn’t matter. It won’t happen again.”
“Sam, I need to know what we’re up against.”
Sam glanced in the rearview mirror at Dean, who was slumped forward with his eyes slowly opening and shutting. Sam forced an encouraging smile in his brother’s direction when his brother’s eyes locked on his via the mirror. Sam shifted his gaze back to the road, looking around carefully as he intersected with the main road again briefly before turning the car onto another dirt road. He said lowly, “Last time Dean didn’t make it. We didn’t get him to the hospital in time.”
“So you’re taking a back road?”
“Dad, we were hit full-force by a truck. That’s why Dean didn’t get to the hospital until it was too late. That’s why all his injuries…I’m not going to let that happen again. I had the vision for a reason.”
“So we need to keep our eyes out for a truck?” John replied. He turned his attention to the roads and said, “We’re not going to lose your brother, Sam.”
“No, sir.”
“I’m not sure you made the right call back there, son, but I’m not sure you made the wrong one either,” John replied. He grimaced as he shifted his weight to his good leg to get a better look at the area of the road around them. He added, “This demon has taken all it’s going to from our family.”
Sam nodded. For once, he and his father were in complete agreement.
Sam screeched the car to a halt at the entrance to the emergency room. He jumped out and gathered Dean up in his arms while his father hollered for help. Sam placed Dean on the gurney, bending down and whispering fiercely into his brother’s ear, “You hang in there, man. You can’t leave me, Dean.”
Before the doctors rushed Dean off, Dean reached out for Sam’s hand. He squeezed it and said, “Not going anywhere.”
And for the first time in what felt like days, Sam really believed it. His brother was going to pull through this, they all were. For once, he was able to use these powers of his to actually save someone he loved.
{Fin}
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