Hi! New story! I've been into Supernatural lately and I've been tossing this idea around for a while. Decided to do a prologue and see what people think. This takes place after 5x15, Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid. Everything from there out will be AU. For the sake of the story I'm going to slow down Castiel's fall. He's still falling but he's just starting to lose his mojo. Let me know if I should continue the story or not please.
Disclaimer: I do not own them. If I did, I'd have made this story happen ages ago in an episode.
Prologue
"Dean!" Sam cried, throwing himself towards his brother as he collapsed.
Dean's eyes widened and he continued to cough. He struggled to get air into his lungs, but they seemed to be closing up on him. He didn't notice the choked sob that escaped his lips.
Sam knelt next to his brother, lifting him up and cradling him gently.
"Hang on." He whispered softly. "Castiel will return soon. He'll help."
"S'mmy…" Dean mumbled. He gave another wet cough. This time it was accompanied by a trickle of blood.
"Shoot Dean, hang on. Please! Just breathe slowly Dean, hang in there." Sam pleaded.
"Tryin'." Dean grunted, gasping again.
Sam watched his brother with worried eyes. Shivers wracked his body and heat from the fever radiated off of him. Sweat covered his body and he clung to Sam.
"Please…please hang on Dean. Hang on." Sam whispered.
Dean tried to speak, but went into another coughing fit.
"Sorry, S'mmy." He mumbled.
Dean met his brothers eyes, tears glistening in them. He searched his brother's eyes once, and then Dean went limp, his eyes fluttering shut.
"Dean? Dean! Come on man, wake up!" Sam begged.
There wasn't a response. Sam swallowed hard. Please, he begged mentally. But Dean didn't stir.
Sam bent his head over the limp form in his arms and cried.
So that's the start! Any guesses as to what's wrong? Please review!
Eminnis