Hey, guys! Guess who's back (back again)! That's right, you guessed it. Anyway, I just wanted to let you say that I had to rush finishing and uploading this one because my new job starts on Sunday, so if this story's not that good, that's why. Hopefully you all like it, but... you know. Well, anyhow, I don't want to take up your time because I'm sure at least one person is eager to jump right in. So, without further adieu, here is the season two premiere of the 11785 series!

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PREVIOUSLY ON SUPERNATURAL

South Dakota State Hospital
Aurora, South Dakota
Friday, November 3, 2006
10:41 AM

Sam Winchester's grip pressed tightly into his older brother Dean's bicep, as though making sure he was still real and still right in front of him. The past couple of days had been hell, and things only seemed to be getting worse. If Sam were to lose Dean, too, then everything about Sam's world would fall apart at the seams.

Sam, Dean, and their father, John, had been admitted to the South Dakota State Hospital after a crash involving a semi-truck barreling toward them at full speed and what was now the pretzel that had once been his brother's 1967 Chevy Impala. Sam had managed to survive with barely a few scratches whereas Dad and Dean appeared worse for wear, even worrying the EMTs who had airlifted them from the crash site. Within a few minutes of being there, and after a series of brain tests and blood scans, Sam had been released to walk the halls alone while the rest of his family were left in separate rooms, locked behind doors Sam couldn't get into as doctors and nurses worked on them.

For a moment, after hours of excruciating waiting, things had looked up when one of the doctors found Sam and reported that his father was going to be fine. However, that news was crippled when the other doctor, the one observing Dean, told him that his brother was seriously injured and not likely to wake up again. Despite the fact that Dr. Williams had made sure to mention that Dean was fighting hard, and that people in his condition—people with extreme blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidneys, and cerebral edema—usually didn't make it out alive but Dean still had a chance, Sam could feel his heart fall to his stomach as he watched the monitors and respirators keeping his brother alive continue to beep monotonously.

Ultimately, however, Sam refused to give up hope. Once he discovered his father was alive and well, Sam had automatically wanted to know if there was anything mystical they could do to help Dean, to snap him out of the coma he appeared to be in. Unfortunately, after ten seconds of conversation with the man, Sam was already surging with anger. It seemed to him—no, it was obvious—that John Winchester had already given up on his son. As his father sat on the bed he had been assigned, cradling the broken arm he was saddled with, Sam wanted nothing more than to shake him hard and knock him to his senses. There was no way they could just give up on Dean. They had to help him. They had to fight to get him back.

Adversely, Dad seemed to be more intent on keeping his eyes on The Colt rather than his kid. In the heat of Sam's anger, though he kept it buried in his chest to keep from fighting with his father in the middle of a crowded hospital, Dad had given him the order to track down wherever the remainder of the Impala had been towed to and to meet up with Bobby Singer once he arrived to take it back to his place in Sioux Falls. Following the command with little hesitation, and receiving a list from Dad asking him to get a few spell ingredients for protection from the demon, Sam had hitched a ride to a junk yard off of I-83, finding that Bobby had already beat him there and was examining the remnants of Dean's beloved car, which resembled a tin soda can after being smashed.

"Look, Sam. This... this just ain't worth a tow. I say we empty the trunk, sell the rest for scrap," Bobby had said, checking out the flank of the vehicle that proved his point.

The whole passenger's side was smashed in, some of it even reaching the driver's seat. Dean had been sitting behind Sam with Dad taking the brunt of the hit, but Dean had already been injured by the demon they were after, the one that John seemed to want to keep The Colt from.

Arguing with Bobby for a moment about the state of the Impala, and how Dean would want to fix it once he got better, Sam waited for Bobby to agree with him before passing along Dad's note, realizing the look on the older man's face was one of disbelief. Automatically knowing that something was up his father's sleeve, Sam pestered Bobby for information, finally getting it once the Impala was loaded onto the back of his tow truck.

"Your dad's got somethin' up his sleeve, Sam. This ain't a protection spell. This summons a demon. Powerful one, too," Bobby had explained as he got behind the wheel and waited for Sam to slip into the passenger's seat. "I don't know what your daddy thinks he's pullin', but I don't think it's anything that'll help your brother."

Again, anger flared in Dad's direction, causing Sam to want to ask Bobby to give up on getting his father's stuff and just take him back to the hospital so he could punch the man in his bruised face. Unfortunately, Sam knew that Dad would be pissed at him, probably more pissed than what both Sam and Dean had imagined he would be when he found out they had used another one of the four precious bullets left in The Colt, the man harnessing an anger comparable to a category five hurricane. There was only one shot left now, and based on Dad's intent to get the thing away from his boys and into his forceful hands, Sam could tell that his father was doing as he was, attempting to mask his anger until everything was right again, until their family was back to functioning like normal, to rip both Sam and Dean a new one for wasting bullets on demons that had nearly killed them all.

Waiting as Bobby dropped the Impala off in his lot and hurried inside to gather what John Winchester had asked him for, Sam sat inside the tow truck, his legs feeling restless as his heart hammered on. He didn't want to be away from his brother for too long, especially without any way for the doctors to contact him in case anything went wrong. He wanted to be there if something happened, or if Dean woke up from his coma. He couldn't trust Dad to tell him the moment anything changed, good or bad, his father probably still too involved in tracking down the demon to give a damn about either of his sons.

Getting out of the car to calm his nerves, Sam walked around to the Impala to inspect it again, finding the duffle bag he carried with him as he and his brother traveled lodged deep in the broken back seat. Pulling free a new shirt and jacket to switch out of the bloody ones he wore, Sam changed as he waited, shrugging on his coat just as Bobby emerged from his house.

Taking him and the newly-acquired items back to the hospital, Bobby waved Sam off as he drove away, the incensed feeling that had overcome Sam after being told of Dad's plan flooding him once again. Bursting into Dad's room, Sam headed straight for the window to try to calm down, staring out it into the trees surrounding the hospital as he tried to find the right words to say. However, his father started the conversation before Sam could choose his opening statement carefully, sparking an argument that was long overdue.

"Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

Playing confused, Dad furrowed his brows. "What are you talking about?"

"That stuff from Bobby, you don't use it to ward off a demon, you use it to summon one!" Sam shouted, trying to keep his voice from carrying out into the hall at the same time as he tried to convey his anger. "You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you? Having some stupid macho showdown?"

For a few minutes, Sam and his father went back and forth, the energy in the room rising the more heated their words became. As they fought over who was doing more to help Dean and whether or not Dad cared more about the demon than his son, the argument suddenly came to a halt as the glass of water sitting on Dad's bedside table shattered against the ground. Confused, Sam stared at it before commotion in the hallway stole his attention, causing Sam to leave Dad behind as he went to investigate. Down the corridor, nurses were hurrying in and out of Dean's room, the sound of defibulators charging and shocking his brother meeting Sam's ears before he took in the sight inside. Dean's chest was bare as two metal paddles were clamped against his heart and ribs, his body bowing upward with each electric current that ran through him. From the doorway, Sam watched in horror as his brother continued to flatline, the noise of the hectic heart rate monitor filling the room as though to urge on the doctors helping Dean.

"I said get back!"

His own heart stopping, Sam looked around the room for the source of the echo he had just heard. The voice had been Dean's, almost as though his brother was a few feet from him, piercing the veil as he suddenly yelled at… something. All at once renewed with hope that Dean was up and walking around somewhere, just out of sight, Sam listened to the rhythmic beeping of a pulse and continued to stare at Dean's body, his mind racing as he tried to sort through what to do. Making a decision, Sam turned away from his brother's hospital room and went to check on his father before making a quick stop at the store he had seen down the road.

It was dark by the time he returned, the paper bag containing what he had purchased clutched in his hand as though this was his one lifeline to Dean. Coming in to speak to his brother, and feeling stupid as he did so, Sam set up the Ouija board on the floor at the foot of Dean's bed, sensing some sort of snarky comment coming from his brother's mouth when he saw what he was doing.

"Dean? Dean, are you here?"

Letting his fingers lightly touch the pointer, Sam waited a few minutes as he felt something grab it from the other side, moving the device up to the top of the board toward the "yes" that was situated there. Sighing in relief, Sam spoke to his brother before the pointer began to move again, this time spelling out letters that confused Sam. Why would his brother be hunting in a hospital? Asking as much, Sam's heart sank when he finally saw why, knowing that Dean was screwed if Sam didn't do something to help.

Getting to his feet and leaving the board behind, Sam's heart hammered in his chest as he walked away muttering to himself. "There's gotta be a way. Dad'll know what to do."

Unfortunately, by the time Sam returned to his father's room, the bed was empty, Dad gone, along with the stuff Sam had picked up from Bobby's. Automatically knowing what his father was doing, Sam grabbed the man's journal out of his discarded coat pocket and skimmed through it, heading back to Dean's room as if to confer with him. Speaking to the emptiness, Sam flipped through the book and found the page dedicated to Reapers, his eyes not taking in much that would help him or his brother in figuring out what to do.

Sitting for hours on the edge of Dean's bed, Sam read through the book dozens of times before giving up to stare out the window, the feeling of absolute helplessness finally overtaking him. While he wasn't about to give up on Dean, he didn't know what to do or how to bring his brother back. He would keep trying, using every avenue he could, but he didn't know where to start. As tears began to well in his eyes in frustration, the sun was beginning to appear on the horizon. Taking a deep breath as he was about to get up to check for Dad again, the sound of Dean's stuttering breathing caught his ears before one big gasp overtook the room.

Swallowing hard in disbelief, Sam acted before he could process what was going on, calling for a doctor and waiting for one to arrive. As he sat in the corner while Dean was observed and tested well into morning, Dr. Williams finally came in to speak with them, telling both Winchesters with stunned disbelief that every internal contusion was gone and that Dean was fully out of the woods. Sighing in relief as the doctor disappeared, it was only a moment later that Dad arrived in the doorway, the sight of him after the night-long battle he had faced alone causing Sam to become irritated. He had spent the past thirty-six hours awake and researching, never stopping to rest as he tried to find something to help Dean, and for most of that, Dad had been gone or resolved that there would be nothing, leaving Sam to search for a solution on his own.

However, after only a short spar that seemed to be one-sided, Sam noticed something in his father's appearance, making him appear weak and frail, almost as though the strength that John Winchester always carried with him was gone. As Dad asked in a heavy voice for Sam to get him "a cup of caffeine", his father's code for coffee, Sam agreed out of surprise, confusion overtaking him as to why Dad was suddenly changed, the thought bothering him as he wandered down the hall.

Unfortunately, it would only be a few minutes before he found out.

Heading down the barren corridor with the warm cup of coffee in his hand, Sam could sense a coldness spreading throughout the hallway, giving him the feeling that something was wrong. Rounding to his father's room, Sam suddenly knew why. Lying lifeless on the floor was John Winchester, his body splayed out as if he had fallen on the spot and would never move again. Dropping what was in his hands, Sam rushed for his dad, practically screaming for help and waiting for it to arrive. Within a few seconds, doctors flanked them, separating Sam from his father and hefting Dad back onto the bed near where he lay. Unsure of what to do, Sam made to get Dean, finding that his brother was already headed his way.

Again, Sam watched from the doorway as crowds of people worked on another member of his family, the defibulator out and pushed against Dad's chest. Grabbing onto Dean for dear life, both of them stood helplessly aside as doctors struggled to bring their father back to the land of the living, the effort seeming futile. As a nurse tried to keep them out of the room, Dean pleaded with her as they both willed Dad to wake up and be fine, just like Dean had moments before. Unfortunately, it seemed as though whatever luck Dean had encountered didn't seem to be working for Dad. As Dr. Williams passed the paddles back to his assistant, the flatline of the monitor becoming deafening, only one thing was audible over the sound, the one thing Sam and Dean Winchester had never wanted to hear:

"I'll call it. Time of death: 10:41 AM."