Part One of My Fanfic
It's done! It's finished and I am free. This plot bunny has been nibbling at my brain for too long and I have set it free. Be gone plot bunny, plague me no more, be free! It took me over 24 hrs of typing, stopping only for food, water, sleep, and to check on you guys. Whoever is reading this, I love you forever! This is my first fan-fic and you guys put a big hand into it and I share the credit with you and your brilliantness. So please, sit back (it's a long one but it's complete), relax, and enjoy. I have to break it into chunks, lj says it's too long to post all of it.
DANGER WARNING!- Soilers for pretty much all of season 1 below, you have been warned-WARNING DANGER! "Warning, warning, danger, danger Will Robinson"~ LOL
DISCLAIMER: Kripke owns everything. He needs to share but I wont make him. I wrote this for fun and not to make money. I'm broke, so please don't sue me. @{'_'}@ <------Mr. Monkey out.
Supernatural Fanfic
Dean woke up in the backseat of the Impala. He tried to put together the broken pieces of his memory and how he got there.
They had rescued their Dad and went to hide in some shack out in the boonies. But it wasn’t his Dad, it was the demon. The demon they had hunted all of their life. The demon. It asked him for the colt and he said no. ‘Oh God,’ he thought. John was going to be furious that he hadn’t followed his instincts and shot the demon, he’d hesitated. ‘Damn it,’ he thought to himself. Rule number one, shoot first, ask questions later. Next he remembered bleeding. A lot. He pleaded with his father to regain control but he couldn’t, or did he? Dean couldn’t remember, he thought he had heard a familiar tone in John’s voice but it was soon gone. He then remembered hearing a shot fired. Sam rushed over to him to check him, he was barely alive let alone conscious. The only thought he had was to check Dad. He pleaded with Sam to do it for him and finally he did. He was barely awake enough to hear his father to beg Sam to shoot him. Dean remembered saying no. But it only came as a whisper. Like him, his brother hesitated and then he lowered the gun. He couldn’t do it. The room suddenly began to spin and he heard his father let out an agonizing scream. And it was dark. Suddenly he was in the backseat, he heard his favorite tape playing, the one Sam hated the most. He must have been carried to the Impala while he was out. He looked up into the rearview window as he heard his father scold Sam for not killing the demon when he had the chance. He saw Sam shoot a worried glance into the mirror. A look of relief crossed his face when he saw that Dean was awake, "No sir, not before everything." Dean listened to the words that were being exchanged in the front seat and then... Nothing. Just the darkness of unconsciousness that was too familiar lately.
His head was still swimming with all of this information and he needed to rest. He fought against the need to sleep but quickly lost the battle.
He was awoke minutes later to the sound of sirens. His strength was back, that little nap seemed to do wonders for him. He got out of the car, strangely, he was the only one left in it. He looked back at his car and said one thing, "I’m gonna kill him for this." He then turned back around and saw Sam with a bag of ice stuck to his head come out of the ambulance. ‘Thank God,’ he thought when he saw that his baby brother was no worse for the wear. Then he noticed the stretcher where his Dad was.
Sam walked over to his father as quickly as his body would allow. His father looked up at him with concern.
"Are you all right Sammy?" he said hoarsely.
"I’m fine Dad, I’m alright. Don’t worry about me, worry about yourself," he quickly assured. After a pause he smiled and said, "After all, in case you didn’t notice, you have a bullet still in your leg and not to mention that a semi-truck just sat on top of you." John let out a small chuckle, but it was too painful.
"I want you to stay with your brother, no matter what," he managed to get out before the paramedics put an oxygen mask over his face. He blacked out.
"Yes sir," Sam said.
Dean walked over to where his brother was standing. He noticed that there was another ambulance for the trucker and he was on a stretcher a few feet away. Sam was looking down on him with concern and worry.
"Sam?" Dean asked to try and assess his brother’s mental state.
No response.
"Sammy?" Dean said. But then he looked down at the man on the stretcher. He had to look away. There was so much blood on his face where the oxygen mask and tubes didn’t cover the face. ‘Sam is going to be messed up for a long time,’ he thought.
Dean walked over and put his hand on Sam’s to try and calm him, he could tell that he was worried just by how tense he seemed. This startled Sam and he looked down at his hand and then turned his gaze back to where it previously was.
"We need to go, will you be riding with us?" a paramedic asked.
"Yes," Dean and Sam said in unison.
They climbed into the back of the ambulance and left the horrible scene.
In the ambulance, some of Dean’s injuries started to catch up with him. He felt light headed and his body started to ache just a little. He quickly pushed it into the back of his mind. He had bigger problems. Suddenly they heard the heart monitor flat line.
Sam’s eyes grew wide as he grabbed his hand and yelled, "No! Don’t you do this! You can’t leave, not yet."
"Dad!" Dean yelled, as the paramedics started CPR.
He saw Sam look up at him and for a moment Dean saw fear in his brother’s eyes. The monitor started to beep again and Sam looked back down. They finally arrived at the hospital and went into the waiting room.
A few hours later, a nurse came out through the doors and said, "Salpeter?"
He watched as Sam stood when the name was said. Dean had wondered what name Sam had given the hospital and now he knew. Sam and Dean didn’t speak to each other while they were in the waiting room together. In truth, Dean didn’t know what to say to Sam, ‘Besides,’ he thought to himself, ‘Sammy probably has a lot to process right now.’
They headed over to the nurse together.
"He’s still unconscious, now but you can go and see him if you want," the nurse said softly.
"Do you know when he’s going to wake up yet?" Sam asked anxiously.
"No, he has a long road ahead of him, but we think that the worst is over."
Sam let out a relieved sigh and they followed the nurse into a small room.
Dean walked in and saw a spectacular array of machines and monitors.
"It’s not as bad as it looks," the nurse assured. "He’s breathing on his own and he has a steady heartbeat. I’ll give you some time to be alone before I send the doctor in." she said.
"Thank you," Dean said as she left.
Dean sat in the corner and watched his brother as Sam pulled up a chair next to the bed and began stroking his hand gently.
Dean didn’t approach the bed. He couldn’t look at his father’s face, not like that in his weak state. That was always Sam’s specialty. Sam always knew what to say. He was the catalyst for every chick flick moment in their family. Dean avoided them at all costs.
So he sat and watched and listened as Sam began to speak.
"Please," is what Sam finally said after a few moments.
"I know we haven’t always got along in the past," Sam paused, "And we’ve had our disagreements in the past, but you have to wake up."
Dean laughed a little at the statement, disagreements?! That was the understatement of the year, they had wars.
After a pause he saw his brother look away from his hand and into the man’s face and say, "I need you."
Dean sat up at this, he had waited to hear Sam say that for years, he knew Sam needed his father but never in his life had he admitted to it.
"If you wake up," Sam gulped at what he was about to say, "If you wake up," he said the next part slowly and deliberately, "I give you my word that I will hunt with you until there’s nothing left to hunt."
And with that Sam put his head down and Dean remained silent, shocked at what his brother had just promised.
Hours later the doctor had come and gone and explained the entire situation to him. He didn’t listen to a word though, neither did Sam he thought as he looked over and saw Sam’s eyes glaze over. He never really could pay attention to long speeches anyways. Dean followed the doctor out. He needed to walk a little, figure things out, or at least stretch his legs that had started to cramp.
Dean looked around. He found vending machines but he wasn’t hungry. "Damn it," he said in vain. He gave a frustrated punch into the wall that made everyone jump and look up. Dean walked away embarrassed and angry.
He started walking back and noticed a beautiful woman sitting next to an elderly man’s bedside. She had green eyes and brown hair, it reminded Dean of milk chocolate, she wore a white sun dress that looked good on top of her tan. ‘Probably her grandfather,’ he thought to himself. He watched her for a moment and the look on her face as she held his hand. She looked so sad, and then Dean noticed that the heart monitor connected to the man was on mute and he had flat lined and passed. She suddenly looked up at Dean and he was suddenly embarrassed, she had a look of shock in her eyes and Dean realized that he had intruded on a deeply personal moment for her. He quickly turned away and continued walking back to the room. He couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt that racked his brain.
When he arrived in the room he noticed that Sam had salted around the bed and he was now reading a magazine with a fresh ice pack against his head.
"Why didn’t I think of that?" Dean scolded himself. The salt would keep any demons from possessing the him while he was unconscious and it would keep his spirit from wandering. Dean stomped over to his chair, it was his job to look out for the family and what had he done instead? He went out for a little stroll. ‘Good job genius,’ he thought. He watched as Sam seemed to be getting a headache, but it quickly passed as Dean’s anger turned to concern.
Dean was really starting to worry about Sam. They hadn’t really spoken a word to each other, they had a lot on their minds.
Sam looked at his magazine, he wasn’t really reading it as much as he was looking at the various ads and pictures absent mindedly. He thought he heard the door open but he didn’t look up. He had a huge headache, but he was thankful that it was just a headache and not another vision. He comforted himself with the idea of how Dean was going to kill him for messing up the Impala when this was all over. He put the magazine down to go back to the side of the bed.
Although he didn’t show it, he worried about his Dad. He kept replaying their last conversation in his head.
"I want you to stay with your brother, no matter what," is what he’d last said to Sam and so far, he had kept his promise. Sam looked at the clock on the wall and he realized that he hadn’t slept and it had almost been a full day since his father had said those words to him. Sam was beginning to miss the sound of his father’s voice and wondered when he’d get to hear it again. Sam knew that John wasn’t in great shape, but neither was Dean. Sam had fought off sleep as long as he could, but it finally over took him as he collapsed into the hard chair.
Dean watched his brother go back to the chair and instantly fall asleep.
"Good," he said to himself glad that Sam was finally getting some sleep. "Now all I have to do is get him to eat," Dean worried. He knew that Sammy didn’t eat when he was caught up in everything and stressed. ‘How did he ever survive finals at Stanford?’ He thought to himself half laughing.
Dean then leaned back into the chair to get some rest.
He was startled hours later to hear the signs of Sam having a nightmare.
"Rise and shine Sammy," he said to his brother, but that didn’t wake him and the nightmare only got worse.
Dean got up and walked over to Sam and said, "Wake up Sammy," as he put his hand to Sam’s head.
A wave of dizziness caught Dean suddenly and he fell to the floor. He quickly stood up but he realized that he was no longer in the same room. Something caught the corner of his eye, it was Sam. He watched through the window as Sam was at his father’s bedside, he was trying to say something but all that came out was, "Dean," in a voice that cracked. Dean looked and saw that his father was awake. The looks on their faces were one’s of complete sorrow and sadness. Suddenly Sam stood and left the room nearly running into Dean.
"What the hell is going on here!?" Dean said surprised and confused.
Sam quickly turned on his heels to face Dean and a look of shock was on his face.
"DEAN!?" he yelled. He suddenly fell to his knees.
Dean rushed over to his brother and held him. "What’s wrong Sam?"
Sam looked up at Dean. His face was grave as he said, "Dean, your supposed to be dead, you died fighting a demon that tried to possess me."
It was then that Dean realized where he was, he was in Sam’s dream.
"Sammy!" Dean tried to get Sam to look at him again, "Sam you gotta listen to me," he said. He tilted Sam’s chin up to force his gaze. "Are you listening?"
"Yes," Sam whispered.
"Sammy, your having a nightmare, you have to wake up," Dean instructed. "Listen Sam, I came over to wake you up and I touched you to get you to come back to reality. It looked like you had enough lolipops and candycanes," Dean explained. "That’s how I got here," he finished.
"No," Sam said, "I saw you, I watched you die, you killed the demon. You saved Dad and I," Sam said.
Dean shook Sam and said, "No. It’s just a nightmare. WAKE UP!"
Suddenly Dean was back. He saw Sam wake up with a gasp and yell out, "DEAN!" It worked. "That was... weird," Sam said finally.
"You don’t have to tell me, I was there," Dean said with a groan as he got up.
Sam suddenly got up and leaving Dean behind as he left the room, he needed a break from all of this. Not to mention his stomach had started to protest hours ago. He was breaking his promise to his father, not because he wanted to, but because he needed to. Sam beat himself up over letting his father down again as he went in search of the vending machines.
Sam returned to the room after a few hours with enough snacks for him to hold out in there for as long as it took. Sam sat in the chair closest to the bed and Dean saw the look of guilt on his brother’s face as he stared at the bed. Dean got the message, Sam needed some alone time.
Dean got up and said, "I think I’ll go and check out some of the nurses, see if any of them are hot," as he left the room, he still got no response.
Dean walked around and was disappointed a little when none of the nurses met his expectations. He was on his was back when he bumped into the woman he saw before. He took this opportunity to apologize to her.
"Listen," Dean said, "I’m sorry about before, I didn’t mean to intrude-"
"Oh that?" she said, "Think nothing of it."
Dean gave her a confused look.
"You see, when someone is dying, I come in and take it upon myself to hold their hand, anything to comfort them in their last moments," she explained.
"So you work here?" Dean asked.
"You can say that, no matter how many times I do it though, it hits me," she said.
"It’s never easy to watch someone die," Dean said, he knew all to well from previous hunts.
"Listen, I have some place to be," she began, "But maybe we can meet up later?"
"Definitely," Dean said with a smirk and the voice he reserved for picking up girls.
"See you around," she said as she walked off.
Dean continued on his way back to the room.
Dean entered through the open door and sat down, Sam didn’t even seem to notice. ‘God, he’s in shock, he probably thinks that this is his fault for some reason,’ Dean thought to himself. Dean began to pace as he searched his mind for the right words to say to his brother. He would have to do this carefully or risk Sam blowing up in his face.
Meanwhile Sam was staring at the bed. ‘It’s been almost three days since I’ve spoken with either Dad or Dean," Sam thought to himself, he was getting increasingly worried and he needed to stay strong for both of them.
"Please wake up," Sam begged one more time. No response.
It had been about an hour and a half since Dean arrived back in the room. No matter how much he thought, he could think of the right thing to say. Everything that he would say would be followed be a quick reply from Sam with evidence to the contrary. He finally gave up and decided that he would take the direct approach and confront Sam head on.
"Damn it Sam, you know I’m no good at these chick flick moments. That’s your job. So come on, tell me what those wheels in your head have been cranking out," Dean said.
Sam just sat there, staring at the bed.
Dean stood there waiting for Sam to respond. He was easily frustrated, and the stress he was under didn’t help any.
Sam looked up at the ceiling suddenly and said, "Come on Dean, please."
Dean was taken back by this. It wasn’t like Sam to avoid a talk. ‘This is going to be worse than I thought,’ he though to himself.
"Alright Sammy," Dean said softly, "We don’t have to talk about it now but don’t think that I’m just gonna forget about this."
Dean continued to pace, he had to get Sam to talk to him.
It was day four, Dean was able to rest off and on, but Sam never slept. Not since his last nightmare. Although this started to worry Dean, he couldn’t blame Sam. That nightmare was really strange, even in Dean’s standards.
Dean turn his gaze towards the magazine table. He didn’t pick one up to read, he just looked at the covers, magazines were really never his thing. They reminded him of the ladies in beauty parlors that would go there to gossip too much. When he finally looked up, he noticed that Sam had drifted off.
A few minutes later, Sam was beginning to show signs of a nightmare.
"Here we go again. Just please don’t suck me into your brain again Sammy," he said aloud as he started to walk over to wake Sam. But before he had taken to steps he was beaten to it. Sam awoke with a gasp as a nurse knocked on the door. Dean turned to look at her.
"I’m sorry Mr. Salpeter, did I wake you? We could come back another time..." the nurse apologized.
"No, no. Now’s good. What is it?" Sam said running a hand over his face.
"He felt well enough to visit," the nurse said as she turned around to grab the wheelchair she had concealed.
"WHAT THE HELL!?" Dean yelled as he saw the person in the wheelchair. Sam flinched a bit at this.
"Dad," Sam said, "I was beginning to worry."
Dean had fallen to the ground in shock. That couldn’t be his Dad. His Dad is in the hospital bed to the left of him.
"Don’t worry about me," John said, "How’s Dean?"
"IS SOMEONE GOING TO TELL ME WHAT’S GOING ON HERE!?" Dean managed to yell out. Sam ignored his demand and rubbed his temples. Dean could tell he was getting a headache.
"You alright son?" John asked with concern.
"Yeah," Sam paused as he sat, "Just a headache," he gasped.
"Just a headache or-"
"Just a headache," Sam said.
After a moment passed and Sam’s pain lessened John repeated his question.
"How’s Dean?" John asked softly.
"I’m fine, I’m right here Dad," Dean said frantically. But his statement went ignored and he heard his brother say something that shook Dean to the core.
"He still hasn’t woken up," Sam said as he looked back at the bed.
"No!" Dean said. Dean slowly turned to look at the person lying in the hospital bed. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to look at the face since the ambulance ride. Dean was shocked at what he saw. All this time, he’s been the one Sam was worried about.
"Oh my GOD!" was all he could manage to say before he fell onto the floor.
Sam was glad to see his father, one less family member to worry about. Guilt still ate away at him for leaving Dean alone for those few hours. What if Dean had woken up and was alone? What would he think? Sam knew all of the horrible worst case scenarios that would cross his brother’s mind. It would have been torture.
John saw the look of guilt on his son’s face and it made his stomach churn. He had to say something to him before this got to far out of hand, if it hadn’t already.
"Sammy, are you alright?" John asked, "You look like you’ve been to hell and back."
"Fine," Sam said absent mindedly without looking up from Dean.
"I know what you’re thinking," John continued, "This isn’t your fault."
"I was driving the car," Sam said devoid of emotion.
"What? You think that that’s why Dean’s hurt? What were you going to do, let Dean drive while he was unconscious, or me with a bullet in the leg? One way or another Sam, you got us to the hospital," John assured.
"Yeah I guess," Sam said. "I broke my promise, I left him," Sam said softly.
"What?" John said confused.
"You told me not to leave him and what do I do? As soon as I have a nightmare I go for a walk. Dean would never leave me," Sam said.
"Is that what your so broken up about? Listen to me Sammy, I’m not real excited about you leaving your brother but I understand, you needed a break," John said.
Sam still hadn’t looked up at John until now, and John then wished he hadn’t, it pained him to see how much Sam was torturing himself.
"Dean never did leave me, not even now," Sam stated.
"What do you mean Sam he’s been asleep?" John asked.
"He woke me up," Sam said, "From my nightmare."
"It was just a dream Sammy, just an everyday, run of the mill, naked in class-" John was cut off by Sam’s laughter.
"That’s exactly what Dean said the first time we had this conversation," Sam smiled at how much his brother and his father were alike.
"THAT kind of nightmare?!" John said alarmed.
"No, not quite. It was a normal nightmare, if you can call our kind of nightmares normal, but Dean was there," Sam explained.
"I’m not following you Sam, so what, Dean was in your nightmare," John said.
"No I mean, he was there Dad, he was real," Sam said, "He came and told me I was having a nightmare and woke me up."
"I’m still not convinced, you’ve been under a lot of stress Sammy," John said.
"Dad, I felt him, not just in the dream, even now," Sam said.
"That’s good Sammy, that means he’s still here, with us," John said.
"Yeah, I guess," Sam said slightly relieved.
Dean woke up in a haze on the floor of his room, man he had a killer headache. He stood up and everything came rushing back and he started to panic. "Okay, okay, so I’m outside of my body, worse has happened," he said to himself trying to calm down. ‘How do I fix this,’ he thought rationally. He needed to get back into his body, and fast. He could see that Sam and his father couldn’t take much more of this. He investigated the ring of salt that surrounded his body, ‘How bad could it be?’ he thought to himself. Dean bent over and lowered his hand to touch the salt. Bad idea, that was about as smart as touching a hot stove, it felt the same too. Dean pulled back quickly and cried out in pain, he saw Sam wince out of the corner of his eye. He wouldn’t be doing that again any time soon. ‘Damn, no wonder spirits are repelled by salt, it hurt like a bitch,’ Dean thought to himself. He also knew that this was probably Sam’s extra potent stuff.
"Okay, not your best idea Dean new plan," he said to himself.
Dean then decided to try to step over the salt, it couldn’t hurt him if he didn’t touch it he smiled inwardly at his own brilliantness. "See, you don’t have to go to college to be smart," he said to Sam before he attempted to step over the line. Dean hit a wall that pushed him back a few feet and he landed on Sam who immediately stood up startled at what hit him.
"Sorry Sammy," Dean groaned as he got up. "Out of everything Dad told us training, this is what you choose to remember college boy?" Dean said to Sam even though he knew that Sam couldn’t hear him.
Sam stood up to fast, he felt a spirit hit him and it caused him to feel dizzy and he fell back into the chair. He couldn’t take much more of this, Sam looked over at his father who had fell asleep in the wheel chair, Sam suddenly laughed inwardly when he looked at John’s hospital gown. John Winchester in a dress, where’s his camera phone when he needs it? Sam wondered silently why he felt like he had burned his hand, he hadn’t touched anything hot and there were no marks, he shrugged it off as imagination. "Get a grip Sam," he said to himself.
Sam reached over and hit the nurse’s button, a few moments later Dean’s nurse entered the room.
"Anything wrong?" she asked.
Sam put his finger to his mouth in a silent shhh. Sam pointed at his father and motioned for her to take him back to his room, he needed his rest.
The nurse smiled and nodded to say that she understood what he meant and took his father away.
Sam leaned back over to the bed and started to talk to his older brother again.
"You’re going to kill me when you see your car," Sam said to try and get a response.
Dean was standing next to Sam, he laughed when he heard what his brother said and replied with a, "Damn right I am."
Sam was willing to try anything to get his brother to wake up at this point and leaned in closer to say something into Dean’s ear.
"Metallica is the worst band ever and you know it," Sam said with a smile. He thought he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head as if some one wacked him but decided that it was nothing. Sam leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh.
He began to talk again, "I know that you’re here and I know that you can hear me, I feel you in the room, don’t ask me how, but I can." "I need you to wake up for me Dean," Sam said. "It’s been two days since I’ve had any sleep and I don’t know if I can stay awake much longer. Dean please, I know you think that I can go on without you, that I have all these friends to go back to, but I haven’t told you everything. After that shape shifter ordeal, no one’s called me or anything. Becky I understand, she’s a little freaked still, but everyone else Dean, they’ve moved on without me. In the end all I have are you and Dad, and God knows that Dad will sacrifice himself in this hunt and that just leaves us. Dean please, I can’t stand this anymore, you need to wake up," Sam said. He then put his head down on Dean’s arm and fell asleep at his side.
This was about all Dean could stand, he couldn’t watch his brother suffer like this. Dean decided to walk the halls, at least clear his head.
As he left the room, he made sure that Sam was still asleep, he didn’t want to worry him if Sam couldn’t feel him in the room.
Part Two link here: http://avant-garde-7.livejournal.com/2848.html#cutid1
DANGER WARNING!- Soilers for pretty much all of season 1 below, you have been warned-WARNING DANGER! "Warning, warning, danger, danger Will Robinson"~ LOL
DISCLAIMER: Kripke owns everything. He needs to share but I wont make him. I wrote this for fun and not to make money. I'm broke, so please don't sue me. @{'_'}@ <------Mr. Monkey out.
Supernatural Fanfic
Dean woke up in the backseat of the Impala. He tried to put together the broken pieces of his memory and how he got there.
They had rescued their Dad and went to hide in some shack out in the boonies. But it wasn’t his Dad, it was the demon. The demon they had hunted all of their life. The demon. It asked him for the colt and he said no. ‘Oh God,’ he thought. John was going to be furious that he hadn’t followed his instincts and shot the demon, he’d hesitated. ‘Damn it,’ he thought to himself. Rule number one, shoot first, ask questions later. Next he remembered bleeding. A lot. He pleaded with his father to regain control but he couldn’t, or did he? Dean couldn’t remember, he thought he had heard a familiar tone in John’s voice but it was soon gone. He then remembered hearing a shot fired. Sam rushed over to him to check him, he was barely alive let alone conscious. The only thought he had was to check Dad. He pleaded with Sam to do it for him and finally he did. He was barely awake enough to hear his father to beg Sam to shoot him. Dean remembered saying no. But it only came as a whisper. Like him, his brother hesitated and then he lowered the gun. He couldn’t do it. The room suddenly began to spin and he heard his father let out an agonizing scream. And it was dark. Suddenly he was in the backseat, he heard his favorite tape playing, the one Sam hated the most. He must have been carried to the Impala while he was out. He looked up into the rearview window as he heard his father scold Sam for not killing the demon when he had the chance. He saw Sam shoot a worried glance into the mirror. A look of relief crossed his face when he saw that Dean was awake, "No sir, not before everything." Dean listened to the words that were being exchanged in the front seat and then... Nothing. Just the darkness of unconsciousness that was too familiar lately.
His head was still swimming with all of this information and he needed to rest. He fought against the need to sleep but quickly lost the battle.
He was awoke minutes later to the sound of sirens. His strength was back, that little nap seemed to do wonders for him. He got out of the car, strangely, he was the only one left in it. He looked back at his car and said one thing, "I’m gonna kill him for this." He then turned back around and saw Sam with a bag of ice stuck to his head come out of the ambulance. ‘Thank God,’ he thought when he saw that his baby brother was no worse for the wear. Then he noticed the stretcher where his Dad was.
Sam walked over to his father as quickly as his body would allow. His father looked up at him with concern.
"Are you all right Sammy?" he said hoarsely.
"I’m fine Dad, I’m alright. Don’t worry about me, worry about yourself," he quickly assured. After a pause he smiled and said, "After all, in case you didn’t notice, you have a bullet still in your leg and not to mention that a semi-truck just sat on top of you." John let out a small chuckle, but it was too painful.
"I want you to stay with your brother, no matter what," he managed to get out before the paramedics put an oxygen mask over his face. He blacked out.
"Yes sir," Sam said.
Dean walked over to where his brother was standing. He noticed that there was another ambulance for the trucker and he was on a stretcher a few feet away. Sam was looking down on him with concern and worry.
"Sam?" Dean asked to try and assess his brother’s mental state.
No response.
"Sammy?" Dean said. But then he looked down at the man on the stretcher. He had to look away. There was so much blood on his face where the oxygen mask and tubes didn’t cover the face. ‘Sam is going to be messed up for a long time,’ he thought.
Dean walked over and put his hand on Sam’s to try and calm him, he could tell that he was worried just by how tense he seemed. This startled Sam and he looked down at his hand and then turned his gaze back to where it previously was.
"We need to go, will you be riding with us?" a paramedic asked.
"Yes," Dean and Sam said in unison.
They climbed into the back of the ambulance and left the horrible scene.
In the ambulance, some of Dean’s injuries started to catch up with him. He felt light headed and his body started to ache just a little. He quickly pushed it into the back of his mind. He had bigger problems. Suddenly they heard the heart monitor flat line.
Sam’s eyes grew wide as he grabbed his hand and yelled, "No! Don’t you do this! You can’t leave, not yet."
"Dad!" Dean yelled, as the paramedics started CPR.
He saw Sam look up at him and for a moment Dean saw fear in his brother’s eyes. The monitor started to beep again and Sam looked back down. They finally arrived at the hospital and went into the waiting room.
A few hours later, a nurse came out through the doors and said, "Salpeter?"
He watched as Sam stood when the name was said. Dean had wondered what name Sam had given the hospital and now he knew. Sam and Dean didn’t speak to each other while they were in the waiting room together. In truth, Dean didn’t know what to say to Sam, ‘Besides,’ he thought to himself, ‘Sammy probably has a lot to process right now.’
They headed over to the nurse together.
"He’s still unconscious, now but you can go and see him if you want," the nurse said softly.
"Do you know when he’s going to wake up yet?" Sam asked anxiously.
"No, he has a long road ahead of him, but we think that the worst is over."
Sam let out a relieved sigh and they followed the nurse into a small room.
Dean walked in and saw a spectacular array of machines and monitors.
"It’s not as bad as it looks," the nurse assured. "He’s breathing on his own and he has a steady heartbeat. I’ll give you some time to be alone before I send the doctor in." she said.
"Thank you," Dean said as she left.
Dean sat in the corner and watched his brother as Sam pulled up a chair next to the bed and began stroking his hand gently.
Dean didn’t approach the bed. He couldn’t look at his father’s face, not like that in his weak state. That was always Sam’s specialty. Sam always knew what to say. He was the catalyst for every chick flick moment in their family. Dean avoided them at all costs.
So he sat and watched and listened as Sam began to speak.
"Please," is what Sam finally said after a few moments.
"I know we haven’t always got along in the past," Sam paused, "And we’ve had our disagreements in the past, but you have to wake up."
Dean laughed a little at the statement, disagreements?! That was the understatement of the year, they had wars.
After a pause he saw his brother look away from his hand and into the man’s face and say, "I need you."
Dean sat up at this, he had waited to hear Sam say that for years, he knew Sam needed his father but never in his life had he admitted to it.
"If you wake up," Sam gulped at what he was about to say, "If you wake up," he said the next part slowly and deliberately, "I give you my word that I will hunt with you until there’s nothing left to hunt."
And with that Sam put his head down and Dean remained silent, shocked at what his brother had just promised.
Hours later the doctor had come and gone and explained the entire situation to him. He didn’t listen to a word though, neither did Sam he thought as he looked over and saw Sam’s eyes glaze over. He never really could pay attention to long speeches anyways. Dean followed the doctor out. He needed to walk a little, figure things out, or at least stretch his legs that had started to cramp.
Dean looked around. He found vending machines but he wasn’t hungry. "Damn it," he said in vain. He gave a frustrated punch into the wall that made everyone jump and look up. Dean walked away embarrassed and angry.
He started walking back and noticed a beautiful woman sitting next to an elderly man’s bedside. She had green eyes and brown hair, it reminded Dean of milk chocolate, she wore a white sun dress that looked good on top of her tan. ‘Probably her grandfather,’ he thought to himself. He watched her for a moment and the look on her face as she held his hand. She looked so sad, and then Dean noticed that the heart monitor connected to the man was on mute and he had flat lined and passed. She suddenly looked up at Dean and he was suddenly embarrassed, she had a look of shock in her eyes and Dean realized that he had intruded on a deeply personal moment for her. He quickly turned away and continued walking back to the room. He couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt that racked his brain.
When he arrived in the room he noticed that Sam had salted around the bed and he was now reading a magazine with a fresh ice pack against his head.
"Why didn’t I think of that?" Dean scolded himself. The salt would keep any demons from possessing the him while he was unconscious and it would keep his spirit from wandering. Dean stomped over to his chair, it was his job to look out for the family and what had he done instead? He went out for a little stroll. ‘Good job genius,’ he thought. He watched as Sam seemed to be getting a headache, but it quickly passed as Dean’s anger turned to concern.
Dean was really starting to worry about Sam. They hadn’t really spoken a word to each other, they had a lot on their minds.
Sam looked at his magazine, he wasn’t really reading it as much as he was looking at the various ads and pictures absent mindedly. He thought he heard the door open but he didn’t look up. He had a huge headache, but he was thankful that it was just a headache and not another vision. He comforted himself with the idea of how Dean was going to kill him for messing up the Impala when this was all over. He put the magazine down to go back to the side of the bed.
Although he didn’t show it, he worried about his Dad. He kept replaying their last conversation in his head.
"I want you to stay with your brother, no matter what," is what he’d last said to Sam and so far, he had kept his promise. Sam looked at the clock on the wall and he realized that he hadn’t slept and it had almost been a full day since his father had said those words to him. Sam was beginning to miss the sound of his father’s voice and wondered when he’d get to hear it again. Sam knew that John wasn’t in great shape, but neither was Dean. Sam had fought off sleep as long as he could, but it finally over took him as he collapsed into the hard chair.
Dean watched his brother go back to the chair and instantly fall asleep.
"Good," he said to himself glad that Sam was finally getting some sleep. "Now all I have to do is get him to eat," Dean worried. He knew that Sammy didn’t eat when he was caught up in everything and stressed. ‘How did he ever survive finals at Stanford?’ He thought to himself half laughing.
Dean then leaned back into the chair to get some rest.
He was startled hours later to hear the signs of Sam having a nightmare.
"Rise and shine Sammy," he said to his brother, but that didn’t wake him and the nightmare only got worse.
Dean got up and walked over to Sam and said, "Wake up Sammy," as he put his hand to Sam’s head.
A wave of dizziness caught Dean suddenly and he fell to the floor. He quickly stood up but he realized that he was no longer in the same room. Something caught the corner of his eye, it was Sam. He watched through the window as Sam was at his father’s bedside, he was trying to say something but all that came out was, "Dean," in a voice that cracked. Dean looked and saw that his father was awake. The looks on their faces were one’s of complete sorrow and sadness. Suddenly Sam stood and left the room nearly running into Dean.
"What the hell is going on here!?" Dean said surprised and confused.
Sam quickly turned on his heels to face Dean and a look of shock was on his face.
"DEAN!?" he yelled. He suddenly fell to his knees.
Dean rushed over to his brother and held him. "What’s wrong Sam?"
Sam looked up at Dean. His face was grave as he said, "Dean, your supposed to be dead, you died fighting a demon that tried to possess me."
It was then that Dean realized where he was, he was in Sam’s dream.
"Sammy!" Dean tried to get Sam to look at him again, "Sam you gotta listen to me," he said. He tilted Sam’s chin up to force his gaze. "Are you listening?"
"Yes," Sam whispered.
"Sammy, your having a nightmare, you have to wake up," Dean instructed. "Listen Sam, I came over to wake you up and I touched you to get you to come back to reality. It looked like you had enough lolipops and candycanes," Dean explained. "That’s how I got here," he finished.
"No," Sam said, "I saw you, I watched you die, you killed the demon. You saved Dad and I," Sam said.
Dean shook Sam and said, "No. It’s just a nightmare. WAKE UP!"
Suddenly Dean was back. He saw Sam wake up with a gasp and yell out, "DEAN!" It worked. "That was... weird," Sam said finally.
"You don’t have to tell me, I was there," Dean said with a groan as he got up.
Sam suddenly got up and leaving Dean behind as he left the room, he needed a break from all of this. Not to mention his stomach had started to protest hours ago. He was breaking his promise to his father, not because he wanted to, but because he needed to. Sam beat himself up over letting his father down again as he went in search of the vending machines.
Sam returned to the room after a few hours with enough snacks for him to hold out in there for as long as it took. Sam sat in the chair closest to the bed and Dean saw the look of guilt on his brother’s face as he stared at the bed. Dean got the message, Sam needed some alone time.
Dean got up and said, "I think I’ll go and check out some of the nurses, see if any of them are hot," as he left the room, he still got no response.
Dean walked around and was disappointed a little when none of the nurses met his expectations. He was on his was back when he bumped into the woman he saw before. He took this opportunity to apologize to her.
"Listen," Dean said, "I’m sorry about before, I didn’t mean to intrude-"
"Oh that?" she said, "Think nothing of it."
Dean gave her a confused look.
"You see, when someone is dying, I come in and take it upon myself to hold their hand, anything to comfort them in their last moments," she explained.
"So you work here?" Dean asked.
"You can say that, no matter how many times I do it though, it hits me," she said.
"It’s never easy to watch someone die," Dean said, he knew all to well from previous hunts.
"Listen, I have some place to be," she began, "But maybe we can meet up later?"
"Definitely," Dean said with a smirk and the voice he reserved for picking up girls.
"See you around," she said as she walked off.
Dean continued on his way back to the room.
Dean entered through the open door and sat down, Sam didn’t even seem to notice. ‘God, he’s in shock, he probably thinks that this is his fault for some reason,’ Dean thought to himself. Dean began to pace as he searched his mind for the right words to say to his brother. He would have to do this carefully or risk Sam blowing up in his face.
Meanwhile Sam was staring at the bed. ‘It’s been almost three days since I’ve spoken with either Dad or Dean," Sam thought to himself, he was getting increasingly worried and he needed to stay strong for both of them.
"Please wake up," Sam begged one more time. No response.
It had been about an hour and a half since Dean arrived back in the room. No matter how much he thought, he could think of the right thing to say. Everything that he would say would be followed be a quick reply from Sam with evidence to the contrary. He finally gave up and decided that he would take the direct approach and confront Sam head on.
"Damn it Sam, you know I’m no good at these chick flick moments. That’s your job. So come on, tell me what those wheels in your head have been cranking out," Dean said.
Sam just sat there, staring at the bed.
Dean stood there waiting for Sam to respond. He was easily frustrated, and the stress he was under didn’t help any.
Sam looked up at the ceiling suddenly and said, "Come on Dean, please."
Dean was taken back by this. It wasn’t like Sam to avoid a talk. ‘This is going to be worse than I thought,’ he though to himself.
"Alright Sammy," Dean said softly, "We don’t have to talk about it now but don’t think that I’m just gonna forget about this."
Dean continued to pace, he had to get Sam to talk to him.
It was day four, Dean was able to rest off and on, but Sam never slept. Not since his last nightmare. Although this started to worry Dean, he couldn’t blame Sam. That nightmare was really strange, even in Dean’s standards.
Dean turn his gaze towards the magazine table. He didn’t pick one up to read, he just looked at the covers, magazines were really never his thing. They reminded him of the ladies in beauty parlors that would go there to gossip too much. When he finally looked up, he noticed that Sam had drifted off.
A few minutes later, Sam was beginning to show signs of a nightmare.
"Here we go again. Just please don’t suck me into your brain again Sammy," he said aloud as he started to walk over to wake Sam. But before he had taken to steps he was beaten to it. Sam awoke with a gasp as a nurse knocked on the door. Dean turned to look at her.
"I’m sorry Mr. Salpeter, did I wake you? We could come back another time..." the nurse apologized.
"No, no. Now’s good. What is it?" Sam said running a hand over his face.
"He felt well enough to visit," the nurse said as she turned around to grab the wheelchair she had concealed.
"WHAT THE HELL!?" Dean yelled as he saw the person in the wheelchair. Sam flinched a bit at this.
"Dad," Sam said, "I was beginning to worry."
Dean had fallen to the ground in shock. That couldn’t be his Dad. His Dad is in the hospital bed to the left of him.
"Don’t worry about me," John said, "How’s Dean?"
"IS SOMEONE GOING TO TELL ME WHAT’S GOING ON HERE!?" Dean managed to yell out. Sam ignored his demand and rubbed his temples. Dean could tell he was getting a headache.
"You alright son?" John asked with concern.
"Yeah," Sam paused as he sat, "Just a headache," he gasped.
"Just a headache or-"
"Just a headache," Sam said.
After a moment passed and Sam’s pain lessened John repeated his question.
"How’s Dean?" John asked softly.
"I’m fine, I’m right here Dad," Dean said frantically. But his statement went ignored and he heard his brother say something that shook Dean to the core.
"He still hasn’t woken up," Sam said as he looked back at the bed.
"No!" Dean said. Dean slowly turned to look at the person lying in the hospital bed. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to look at the face since the ambulance ride. Dean was shocked at what he saw. All this time, he’s been the one Sam was worried about.
"Oh my GOD!" was all he could manage to say before he fell onto the floor.
Sam was glad to see his father, one less family member to worry about. Guilt still ate away at him for leaving Dean alone for those few hours. What if Dean had woken up and was alone? What would he think? Sam knew all of the horrible worst case scenarios that would cross his brother’s mind. It would have been torture.
John saw the look of guilt on his son’s face and it made his stomach churn. He had to say something to him before this got to far out of hand, if it hadn’t already.
"Sammy, are you alright?" John asked, "You look like you’ve been to hell and back."
"Fine," Sam said absent mindedly without looking up from Dean.
"I know what you’re thinking," John continued, "This isn’t your fault."
"I was driving the car," Sam said devoid of emotion.
"What? You think that that’s why Dean’s hurt? What were you going to do, let Dean drive while he was unconscious, or me with a bullet in the leg? One way or another Sam, you got us to the hospital," John assured.
"Yeah I guess," Sam said. "I broke my promise, I left him," Sam said softly.
"What?" John said confused.
"You told me not to leave him and what do I do? As soon as I have a nightmare I go for a walk. Dean would never leave me," Sam said.
"Is that what your so broken up about? Listen to me Sammy, I’m not real excited about you leaving your brother but I understand, you needed a break," John said.
Sam still hadn’t looked up at John until now, and John then wished he hadn’t, it pained him to see how much Sam was torturing himself.
"Dean never did leave me, not even now," Sam stated.
"What do you mean Sam he’s been asleep?" John asked.
"He woke me up," Sam said, "From my nightmare."
"It was just a dream Sammy, just an everyday, run of the mill, naked in class-" John was cut off by Sam’s laughter.
"That’s exactly what Dean said the first time we had this conversation," Sam smiled at how much his brother and his father were alike.
"THAT kind of nightmare?!" John said alarmed.
"No, not quite. It was a normal nightmare, if you can call our kind of nightmares normal, but Dean was there," Sam explained.
"I’m not following you Sam, so what, Dean was in your nightmare," John said.
"No I mean, he was there Dad, he was real," Sam said, "He came and told me I was having a nightmare and woke me up."
"I’m still not convinced, you’ve been under a lot of stress Sammy," John said.
"Dad, I felt him, not just in the dream, even now," Sam said.
"That’s good Sammy, that means he’s still here, with us," John said.
"Yeah, I guess," Sam said slightly relieved.
Dean woke up in a haze on the floor of his room, man he had a killer headache. He stood up and everything came rushing back and he started to panic. "Okay, okay, so I’m outside of my body, worse has happened," he said to himself trying to calm down. ‘How do I fix this,’ he thought rationally. He needed to get back into his body, and fast. He could see that Sam and his father couldn’t take much more of this. He investigated the ring of salt that surrounded his body, ‘How bad could it be?’ he thought to himself. Dean bent over and lowered his hand to touch the salt. Bad idea, that was about as smart as touching a hot stove, it felt the same too. Dean pulled back quickly and cried out in pain, he saw Sam wince out of the corner of his eye. He wouldn’t be doing that again any time soon. ‘Damn, no wonder spirits are repelled by salt, it hurt like a bitch,’ Dean thought to himself. He also knew that this was probably Sam’s extra potent stuff.
"Okay, not your best idea Dean new plan," he said to himself.
Dean then decided to try to step over the salt, it couldn’t hurt him if he didn’t touch it he smiled inwardly at his own brilliantness. "See, you don’t have to go to college to be smart," he said to Sam before he attempted to step over the line. Dean hit a wall that pushed him back a few feet and he landed on Sam who immediately stood up startled at what hit him.
"Sorry Sammy," Dean groaned as he got up. "Out of everything Dad told us training, this is what you choose to remember college boy?" Dean said to Sam even though he knew that Sam couldn’t hear him.
Sam stood up to fast, he felt a spirit hit him and it caused him to feel dizzy and he fell back into the chair. He couldn’t take much more of this, Sam looked over at his father who had fell asleep in the wheel chair, Sam suddenly laughed inwardly when he looked at John’s hospital gown. John Winchester in a dress, where’s his camera phone when he needs it? Sam wondered silently why he felt like he had burned his hand, he hadn’t touched anything hot and there were no marks, he shrugged it off as imagination. "Get a grip Sam," he said to himself.
Sam reached over and hit the nurse’s button, a few moments later Dean’s nurse entered the room.
"Anything wrong?" she asked.
Sam put his finger to his mouth in a silent shhh. Sam pointed at his father and motioned for her to take him back to his room, he needed his rest.
The nurse smiled and nodded to say that she understood what he meant and took his father away.
Sam leaned back over to the bed and started to talk to his older brother again.
"You’re going to kill me when you see your car," Sam said to try and get a response.
Dean was standing next to Sam, he laughed when he heard what his brother said and replied with a, "Damn right I am."
Sam was willing to try anything to get his brother to wake up at this point and leaned in closer to say something into Dean’s ear.
"Metallica is the worst band ever and you know it," Sam said with a smile. He thought he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head as if some one wacked him but decided that it was nothing. Sam leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh.
He began to talk again, "I know that you’re here and I know that you can hear me, I feel you in the room, don’t ask me how, but I can." "I need you to wake up for me Dean," Sam said. "It’s been two days since I’ve had any sleep and I don’t know if I can stay awake much longer. Dean please, I know you think that I can go on without you, that I have all these friends to go back to, but I haven’t told you everything. After that shape shifter ordeal, no one’s called me or anything. Becky I understand, she’s a little freaked still, but everyone else Dean, they’ve moved on without me. In the end all I have are you and Dad, and God knows that Dad will sacrifice himself in this hunt and that just leaves us. Dean please, I can’t stand this anymore, you need to wake up," Sam said. He then put his head down on Dean’s arm and fell asleep at his side.
This was about all Dean could stand, he couldn’t watch his brother suffer like this. Dean decided to walk the halls, at least clear his head.
As he left the room, he made sure that Sam was still asleep, he didn’t want to worry him if Sam couldn’t feel him in the room.
Part Two link here: http://avant-garde-7.livejournal.com/2848.html#cutid1