AN: Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! So I wanted to have this out last night, but it seems like Fanfiction had a login problem. Yeah. Anyways, follower to the Battle For The World 'verse, we are taking a small break; after this fic we'll go back to the 'verse. But for now, new fic! And this has been on my list to do for a long time and it's really been dying to come out, so I'm getting it out now, and like I said afterwards I'll go back to the 'verse I was working on. But yeah. New fic whoo! Also to those who have read my book, the sequel is finished! Yay! I got it all done, just need to go through it once more and make sure everything's all good, then get my cover made and boom! Sequel! This one is called Revenge and Love, if I'm able (I might be losing internet for a few days) I'll try to have it published this weekend. But yeah. It's all done! Whoo! I just have the prequel to do, and my first ever trilogy will be complete! I still feel like it's a dream, but hey, I became an author because stories won't write themselves, and I have a ton to share with the world! Alright, I'm done rambling, let's get going!

Summary: AU to In My Time of Dying and the rest of Season 2! John never made the deal, and Dean wasn't hurt badly. But Sam is and they don't know it. John is angry at Sam for not doing what he was told and kicks him out his and Dean's hospital room, when Dean doesn't stand up for Sam this time, he leaves and mets a fairy whose human daughter resides in the hospital, the fairy is upset and makes Sam do her bidding, but at what cost? Will Dean and John save Sam? Or will he fall to oblivion forever? Read on and find out!

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Take My Spirit, No One Wants Me Anyways

"Sammy there you are! Are you alright?" Dean asked his brother worried when he was finally able to step into the room.

"Yeah. Just a knock to the head and some ribs, but I'm fine mostly." Sam said. "What about you two? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine now. Just sore as hell." Dean smiled at his brother motioning for him to sit down. "Sit little brother, you look ready to drop. Are you sure okay?"

Sam does what Dean asks and feels better sitting down. "I'm fine. Doc said I'll be a bit a woozy for a day or two."

"You're-" Dean started.

"Dean, I'm alright." Sam smiled.

Dean returned it but it was fake. He had this awful feeling that something was wrong with Sam, that he was more hurt than he was letting on. But he wouldn't call him out on it. He learned a long time ago that Sam hides everything and if you call him out he'll just hide even more and take longer to recover. So he'd have to wait and catch Sam on his own.

"What about you dad? You never answered me before." Sam asked.

"I would've been better if you'd done what I told you." John grumbled.

"What?" Sam asked. "Dad I couldn't kill you."

"And because of your actions your mother's killer got away! How could you let him go!? We were so close!" John exclaimed angrily.

"What?! Dad! Don't pin this on me! I couldn't kill you! You may have not been the best father, but you're still my dad and I'm sorry I couldn't murder you." Sam threw back.

"Yeah well, you're no son of mine. My son would've done what I had asked and wouldn't have let his mother's killer escape." John said with a death glare.

"Dad-" Sam began his voice trembling a little.

"Get out Sam." John growled.

"Dad-"

"I said get out! I don't want to see you right now! This all your fault! Everything is your fault! I should've left you to burn that night!" John spat.

Sam was stunned. Had his dad always felt that way.

"Dean?" Sam looked to his brother, Dean wouldn't look at him, as if he agreed. "Y you agree with dad? You think it's my fault...and I should've..."

Sam couldn't finish he bolted out of the room without seeing the broken look on his brother's face. Sam raced out of the hospital and into the woods behind it. He stopped at a lake that wasn't too far from the hospital but far enough away from them. He fell to knees, his head and chest were killing him, he was really woozy and couldn't breathe.

'You're prefect.'

"W who's there?" Sam rasped.

'I'm Sakana. And you're prefect."

"For what? What are you?" Sam demanded though his strength was waning.

'Perceptive human. I like that. I'm a fairy. My human daughter resides in that hospital and want to see her. But sadly they won't let me in. I'm a monster. But you. You can get me in. I finally know how.'

"H how? And what if I say no?" Sam asked.

Sam screamed in pain and fell to the ground sideways, clutching his chest.

'I'll end your pathetic life and all you care about will cease to exist.'

"F f fine. I'll help you. What do I have to do?" Sam asked.

'That's easy. First you'll be my vessel, then I'll bring you out in spirit and you'll track my daughter down. Once I see her, I use your strength to heal her.'

Sam thought about it and then his mind wandered back to a moment ago. He shook his head, and sighed sadly. This was his chance of making things right. Then maybe his father will find peace that his screw up of a son will no longer be around to be a burden, and Dean will be free of him too.

"I accept." He whispered.

'Excellent.'

Sakana grinned wickedly and took over his body for now. She made him go back to hospital and once at the ER entrance she made his existing injuries worse, even the ones to his head and his heart. She watched as he fell to floor gasping for air and the doctors rushed to aid him. She then took his spirit and dragged it out his body.

"What did you do to me?" Sam asked.

"You have a severe concussion, and damage to your heart, I made them worse. I also amped your cuts and bruises." She smiled cruelly.

Sam growled but didn't say anything. They watched as the doctors worked furiously to save him, but somehow Sam knew in the end of it all, he wasn't going to make it. He was oddly okay with that.

"Now then. Time to do your job little sparrow. Let's go. My daughter's running out of time." Sakana said moving away from the OR.

Sam followed her and wondered if his family would care if he died.

'Probably not. I can't bring myself to care right now. I just want this to be over.' Sam thought.

A few hours later

The surgeon called it. He had done all he could for the boy on his table, but it wasn't enough. He called to his team and sewed the boy back up. Once Sam was cleared from recovery Dr. Jeremy Abbot took the boy to his family's room. It was big enough for four beds comfortably, and he figured the boy should be with them. He wheeled the boy inside and was bombarded with questions.

"Sammy! Oh god! What happened!?" Dean demanded as he watched the doctor place Sam's bed next to his and hook his baby brother up to a dozen machines.

"Sam! Doctor what's wrong with my son?!" John asked looking at his baby son fearfully, the tube in his throat was scaring him.

"I'm sorry Mr. Singer. But Samuel I'm afraid has quite a bit of damage. But it's his concussion and heart we're worried about. He's in a coma and the damage to his heart is...well it's devastating." The doctor said.

"W will he be okay?" Dean asked quietly not taking his eyes of his brother.

"Too early to say. But I'll be amazed if Sam makes it through the night and to the morning." The doctor said. He told them about the rest of Sam's injuries and how he would be able to seem fine one moment and then collapse the next. He wish he had better news for the tiny family, but the damage was too great. He left the family to be alone with their youngest.

Dean slowly got out of bed and walked up to his Sammy. He couldn't help the tears that rolled down his face. His baby was covered in wires and tubes, he couldn't breathe on his own!

"Sammy." Dean said tearfully.

Across the hospital Sam stopped and turned. He felt something. Like pain. His brother's pain. But that wasn't possible...Dean didn't want him, like his dad...right?

Well I'm going to end it here. But damn! Stupid fairy...wait till I get my hands on you!

Until Next Time! *snoozes the day away because the heat makes me a sleepy zombie*