Dead in the Water…Literally
So I recently discovered the awesomeness of Supernatural and now I'm addicted to this show. Everything about it is just ah-maaazzinnng! So here's a fanfiction that I came up with and I hope you'll like it enjoy!
Disclaimer: sadly I do not own supernatural
CHAPTER 1
"Lucas!" Screamed Andrea Barr as she, Sam, and Dean bolted down the hill to the lake, desperately trying to get to Lucas Barr before it was too late; but I might already have been.
"No!" Shouted Sam as Andrea tried to get ready to jump into the water. "Well get him!" With that, Dean and Sam dove into the water, not wanting to waste any more time. Each time they came up for air, though, they were always empty handed.
"Dad, no!" Andrea suddenly screamed as the officer, who was her father, began wading into the water, letting the spirit of Sweeny take him for the sin that he committed. In seconds, he was dragged underwater and disappeared without a trace. The brothers took this as a good thing, hoping that Sweeny would release Lucas, and dove back underwater for the tenth time. Two people went under, and two resurfaced once more; and only one of them was breathing. Dean swam to the dock, carrying a limp, non-breathing Lucas in his arms. He didn't even notice that Sam hadn't come up yet.
"Take him," grunted Dean as he quickly passed the younger boy to his mother. Andrea laid her son down gently, crying profusely for him to be okay. Dean shakily climbed up afterwards and felt for a pulse. None.
"Dammit," he muttered and he gently pushed Andrea away so he could start the CPR. He tried urgently not to cringe or lose focus as he heard the boy's ribs cracking under the pressure. It's going to save him; it's going to save him. It's better broken ribs than dead. Suddenly, Lucas began coughing, water dribbling out of his tiny open mouth.
"Oh my god! Lucas, baby!" Andrea sobbed as she grabbed Lucas and held him close. Dean sighed as he sat back on his heels, wiping the dripping water from his eyes.
"We did good, Sammy." When he received no response, though, he frowned and stood up to search for his brother. Sam was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Sam?" He panted, fear rising up in his throat.
Andrea looked up, her eyes riddled with tears and, then, realization. She looked around too, but had no luck. "I-I don't think he ever came up."
Dean looked at the water, panicking instantly. "Sam!" He yelled loudly, hoping for Sam to come up soon. "Sammy!" Without another thought, he plunged back into the freezing lake, looking for his brother. Once his eyes adjusted to the murky water, he swam to where he'd last seen Sam go under. Come on, come on, where are you Sammy! Deeper and deeper, his heart sunk lower and lower into his stomach; who knows how far Sam sunk or how long he'd been submerged.
All of a sudden, he saw a dark shape floating a few feet away from him.
"Sam!" Dean yelled, bubbles floating out of his mouth, not caring if water got in. Swimming quickly to his brother, his breath stopped cold when he saw Sam's condition. Sam's pant leg was caught on a spear held by a sunken statue. What were the odds that would even happen? He had no idea why the fuck that thing was down there, but he didn't care; all he knew was that it prevented his brother from returning for air. Getting closer and closer, he noticed that Sam's eyes were closed, his face was pale and worst of all, no air bubbles were emerging from his mouth or nose. He wasn't breathing, dammit he wasn't breathing! Snapping out of shock, he went to Sam's leg and pulled on the fabric, trying to remove it from the spear. It wasn't budging; groaning inwardly, he quickly took the knife concealed in his belt and cut the end of the pants, finally releasing Sam from the statue. In seconds, he grabbed his brother and swam to the surface for the eleventh time in fifteen minutes. He gulped air as he reached the top, but it was something his brother didn't do.
Once again, he waded to the pier and passed Sam into the waiting arms of Andrea. She lifted him out by the armpits and helped pull him out of the cold water. Dean followed behind and got back onto the landing.
"Sam!" He shouted, patting his brother's more noticeably pale face; even worse Sam's lips were blue and that just didn't work for Dean. When he went to go feel for a pulse, his breath caught in his throat. Sam had no pulse. Sam was dead. He'd been underwater too long and now his brother- the one he promised himself and his dad, that he would keep him safe- was dead.
"No. No, no, no, no, no. Sammy, come on! Don't do this to me, Sam! Please don't be dead, not like this. Breathe, dammit!" Dean shivered violently, but he could care less. He was alive and his little brother wasn't.
"Sam!" He yelled, his shout echoing throughout the air. Still nothing. Dean finally just gave up and began to administer CPR.
"One…two…three…four…" Dean began, pressing hard on Sam's immobile chest. Once he reached thirty, he stopped and moved over to Sam's head. Tilting his head back, Dean opened Sam's mouth and pinched his nose. He breathed into Sam's mouth, watching from the corner of his eyes to see Sam's chest rise and fall.
"Come on, Sam don't do this!"
"Dean, stop! It's not working, he's gone!" Andrea sobbed, trying to stop the man by grabbing his arms. Instantly, he retched from her grip and continued the compressions.
"No! He's not going to die, not if I can help it. It's not too late!" Growled Dean.
But after five long minutes, nothing changed and Sam was still silent, motionless dead.
"Sammy," Dean whispered, tears flowing out of his red eyes as he sat back and stroked Sam's damp hair that was plastered on his head.
"Please…" Dean sniffed as he wiped his nose with his hand and breathed. Something he longed for his brother to do. But he was gone. Sam Winchester was dead.
So? How do you like it so far? Don't forget to review and I'll post the next chapter soon
