Destiny Or Death.
Summary: Azazel may be dead, but he still wants Sam to lead his army. But Sam must choose; destiny or death. Sequel to 'Concequences'. Limp!Sam
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!
AN: Thanks to everyone who read, reviewed and supported 'Concequences'! Thank you!
Chapter 1.
Sam flicked the lettuce around on his plate with the fork. He really wasn't feeling well.
"You ok Sammy?" Dean asked, catching his brother's look of pain.
"Yeah. Just not hungry" Sam said, clutching his stomach.
Guilt floods through Dean's body. "God Sammy, i'm so sorry"
Sam looks at him through the pain. "For...what?"
"I should have let you rest more before we started hunting". Dean's fist slams on the table. "I'm so sorry Sammy".
Sam cut him off, the pain subsiding. "It's fine Dean. Dad made a deal, alright, I'm perfectly fine". Sam said sighing; it was his fault John made the deal. "It's just normal stomach ache".
"You sure?" Dean asked, worriedly.
Sam nodded and continued to pick at the lettuce, eating in small bites.
Dean continued to look at Sam worriedly, especially when Sam excused himself, running to the bathroom.
Sam quickly locked the cubicle, before kneeling next to the toilet as the bile rose in his throat.
Grasping the edge of the toilet, he prepared himself for a rough time.
When he was finished, he cleaned himself up and washed his mouth out a few times before going back to Dean.
He smiled at Dean as he got closer to the table to try and hide his pain, when suddenly everything looked strange and he felt really dizzy, his chest tightened and he couldn't breathe. He felt himself tipping and tried to grab something, but it was too late. He was falling. He felt himself hit the ground and heard Dean shout before he fell into darkness.
Dean saw his brother come out and was concerned about the colour of Sam's skin. It looked white.
Suddenly, Sam started to tip. "Sammy!" Dean yelled and raced toward his brother but Sam hit the floor before Dean could reach him.
"Sammy?" Dean whispered brushing the bangs from Sam's eyes. As he did he felt Sam's forehead. He was burning up.
"Damn it!" Dean yelled.
The woman behind the bar came over. "What happened? Does he need an ambulance?"
Dean nodded. "Please. I don't know what's wrong".
The woman nodded and picked up a phone from behind the bar, phoning 911.
Dean vaguely heard her relay the address, but he was too focused on Sam.
"Come on Sammy" Dean whispered. "You gotta be ok. After everything that's happened, you gotta be ok".
Dean wasn't sure how long it took for the paramedics to arrive, but he was glad when they did. He didn't know what was wrong with Sam, but he knew he needed help.
The paramedics loaded Sam into the ambulance and began yelling out instructions. Dean merely stood and watched, there was nothing he could do, he didn't know what to do.
"Breathing's shallow. Gonna have to intubate" One called out.
The other nodded and pulled out a long clear tube. He attached an ambu bag on one end before threading the other down Sam's throat.
"Let's get rolling" The second paramedic said before turning to Dean. "Are you coming?"
Dean nodded and climbed into the back on the ambulance, his eyes fixed on Sam.
The ambulance drove off, Dean's mind flooding with fearful thoughts.
Just a little teaser to get your tastebuds going!
Tell me what you think and if i should carry on!
Holls!