Here's a new story for ya'll. Don't worry, I'm still writing my Gracilynn fic. I had this dream and needed to write it down so sat down for an hour and banged this this out on my computer. Hope ya'll like it.
It's kind of AU because it takes place further in Season 8 than we've seen. I took a spoiler that Jared gave us in an interview so you've been forewarned. There are SPOILERS for Season 8 and in the future.
Enjoy!
"Okay, so all of the victims have one thing in common," Dean says, looking at the computer in front of him.
"I'll bite, what is it?" Sam says, grimacing and rubbing at his chest, a pain beginning to form.
"They've all been to the same group gathering," Dean says looking up from the computer. Sam quickly changes his rub to a scratch. Dean catches it though and narrows his eyes.
"What's that?" Sam asks, dropping his hand even though the pain's still there, but feeling Dean's studying gaze on him.
"Some lecture thing where a…Mark Garinton talks about the dangers of guns," Dean says, looking down at his research but still keeping an eye on his brother.
"Okay…" Sam begins, stopping as a particular sharp pain hits him in his chest, "Then we should…go talk to this guy…right?"
Dean's eyes narrow further, hearing the pain lacing his brothers' words and his features. He doesn't miss how his brother grabs his chest.
"Sammy?"
"It's fine, Dean. It's…ah!" Sam begins but is cut off by another sharp pain hitting him. He drops to his knees on the floor. Dean lunges off his chair and grabs his brother right before his head slams into the floor.
"Sammy?!" Dean asks, fear hitting him full force. He hears his brother begin to cough violently, his whole body shaking.
"It's…it's okay. It's nothing…It's…" Sam says, groaning at the end, resting his head on his brothers' shoulder, his hands gripping his brothers' shirt. He can feel the blood trickle out his mouth. Dean was going to be so pissed when he found out he'd been hiding the coughing up blood since way before he finished the second trial. There was only one more to go, he had to finish it.
"This doesn't look like nothing Sammy," Dean says, his blatant fear starting to turn to anger. He pushes his brother back, needing to see his face. What meets him is the last thing he expects. His eyes widen at the sight of the blood coming out of his brother's mouth. Sam wipes it away, already knowing the damage is done; his brother already saw it. "Jesus Sammy."
Dean tilts Sam's head back a little trying to get a better look at him. Sam weakly pushes his hand away but allowing his other hand to still grip his brothers' shirt. He grimaces as another pain shoots through his chest. Sam coughs again, more blood appearing sending another wave of fear through Dean.
"Sammy?" He's greeted with silence. "Sammy? Come on dude, you're scaring me here."
"It only happens when I cough," Sam says, hearing the unveiled fear emanating from his brothers' voice.
"What?" Dean asks, the words registering in his head. "How long has this been going on?"
"Since before the second trial. Shortly after I finished the first one," Sam explains, shutting his eyes to the pain. Dean shakes his head in anger. He stands up, yanking himself away from Sam's grasp. Sam stutters in his movement a bit, not expecting the sudden movement from his brother.
"You said you'd tell me if something went wrong," Dean accuses, running a hand through his hair. "You were supposed to tell me so something like this didn't happen."
"I didn't want you to think I couldn't do this," Sam explains lamely, giving his brother the 'puppy-dog look'. Sam struggles to stand up but eventually gets there, with help from the bed next to him. He lets go of the bed and takes a step towards his brother only to stumble and fall forward. He feels strong hands grab him and lead him back towards the bed. Dean helps him lay down in the bed, trying to control his overwhelming fear of everything that has happened. Sam closes his eyes, trying to control the pain. Dean panics a little seeing Sam's eyes closed.
"Open your eyes, Sammy. Sammy, I need you to open your eyes," Dean says, cursing the fear in his voice. It must've done the trick though because Sam instantly opens his eyes.
"I'm not dead Dean," Sam says, looking straight at his brother, hating seeing the fear in Dean's eyes as a result of his condition.
"Not yet," Dean says angrily, giving Sam a scowl. "Just…just lay here for a minute."
Sam nods his head and closes his eyes. Dean grabs his phone and walks out the door, standing near the window where he can see his brother at all times. He dials a number and waits for someone to answer.
"Hello?"
"Kevin? I need you to tell me exactly what you know about these damn trials," Dean demands, his jaw clenched and his hand squeezing the phone.
"Dean? I already told you everything I've found out," Kevin says, surprised by the intensity in Dean's voice.
"What about the person who's performing them?" Dean asks, looking through the window to see his brother sleeping on the bed.
"What do you mean?" Kevin asks, confused, his brow furrowing.
"I mean does anything happen to them while their carrying out these shit-ass trials?" Dean growls into his phone as he glares at a spot down the sidewalk. "Like do they end up coughing up blood or have sharp pain in their chest?"
"Sam? Is that what's happening to Sam?" Kevin asks, putting two and two together.
"Yes, dammit!" Dean yells, a snarl on his lips.
"I…I don't know. I'll look though," Kevin says quickly trying to calm Dean down. Dean hears a voice in the background and Kevin talking to someone. Dean taps his leg in impatience. Just as he's about to tear into Kevin for making him wait he hears a shuffle and Garth's voice comes on the phone.
"Dean? Kevin told me what's going on," Garth says over the phone, understanding in his voice.
"Yeah, 'cause telling everyone is going to do something about it," Dean snaps. He looks in the window to check on his brother, seeing he's still sleeping.
"Dean, Kevin's going to look to see if he can find something," Garth says calmly, knowing he can't get Dean to stop worrying but maybe he can get him to stop snapping at them. "He's gonna pull through this Dean."
"Really?" Dean asks sarcastically, turning away from the window and glaring at a car driving by. "And you know this how? You hiding a crystal ball or something?"
"No Dean," Garth says, keeping his calm expertly. He knows a worried Dean in overprotective big-brother mode is a ticking time bomb. "Because he was practically raised by the best hunter around."
"Who? Dad?" Dean asks angrily, scowling. "I don't…"
"I was talking about you Dean," Garth says firmly effectively shutting Dean up. Dean stares at the Impala in front of him. "As soon as Kevin finds something out, we'll give you a call. In the meantime, try not to do anything stupid."
Dean scowls but is cut off from saying anything in return by the click of the phone. Dean closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, running a hand through his hair and down his face. He turns around and looks in the window at his brother sleeping anything but peacefully.
"No offense Garth," Dean says, watching Sam twist and turn in the bed, "But I ain't taking a chance on Sammy's life."
These chapters will be kind of short. I could've made it a one-shot but the story has three distinct scenes and I wanted to make each their own chapter. Having said that, because the chapters are short, I will be updating every day. Please review and let me know what ya'll think!