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Author's note: Ok so, here's my first fanfiction story. It's a little short but, I promise you the story gets better. This is actually my re-edited version. The other one was badly written and way shorter. I just didn't have the hang of fanfiction. My chapters get longer and waayyy more interesting as the story progresses so, if you're reading this, please, if you're not sold on it first, just keep reading!! Anyways, here's chapter one.

Spirits and hospitals

Sam and Dean ran through the corridor trying to ditch whatever was following them. As they ran they shot rock salt randomly trying to get it to give them a break.

"What the hell is it, anyways?" cried Sam, just nearly missing the wall as they turned a corner.

"I have no freaking idea but I don't plan to find out!" shouted Dean.

'You will pay for what you've done!' hissed the spirit following them.

"Isn't that lovely!" Dean cried, ducking as something made of stone was flung at his head. "Jesus!"

'DIE' cried the spirit.

As they ran a cold, unnatural wind blew, stopping the two Winchesters in their tracks.

An involuntary shiver went up Sam's spine. His head started to throb and his vision suddenly went white. A gasp of pain escaped his lips as he clutched his head with both of his hands. He went down on his knees. He had no clue what was going on and he could barely hear Dean call his name. He was almost 100 percent positive that he was having another vision. Although, this was a little more intense than any vision he had before. He tried to say Dean's name but, nothing was coming out. He could feel himself losing consciousness and he was afraid the spirit was going to attack Dean while he was out. He tried to shake it off but, it just made it worse.

"Sam?" Dean asked, lowering himself to his knees to try and see Sam's face. "Shit Sammy, c'mon. Breathe through it."

Sam couldn't just breathe through it. The pain was unbearable. He kept ahold of his head when a picture came into his mind. It was a vision but different. It wasn't just the normal flash of images it was almost like more than one even happenning.

It finally ended and he felt the pressure slowly release from his head, pushing him into the happy darkness that was pain and vision free. His eyes rolled into his head and he fell to the floor, hitting his head in the process.

"SAM!" Dean cried, grabbing his younger brother.

Dean sat in the waiting room impatiently. He hated hospitals. They smelled gross and they were always too quiet. It creeped him out. He hated that he had to be in the hospital right now. He wanted to get up and walk out of there. Just say 'see you suckers' and walk out the front door. But he couldn't. He had to wait and see how Sam was. After that bump on the noggin he was afraid not to bring him to the hospital. He was sure that he'd wake up and they wouldn't have to come to this white hell. And then, of course, when Dean was starting to pick Sam up to bring him to the car, the spirit they had been chasing appeared, angrier than ever. She started flinging things at him. He had to lay Sam back down on the floor and shoot at her a couple of times before he actually got her. He was a little shaken up. He wasn't in the best shape either. That spirit had the shit knocked out of the both of them. Dean had several things thrown at his head and Sam was strangled by that damn ghosts' grubby, dead hands.

'Damn that spirit. She did this to him. When the doctor finally takes time out of his friggin' schedule to come and talk to me I'll go check on Sammy and go burn that b--'

"Mr.Glockenfeffer?" asked the doctor, cutting into Dean's thoughts.

"Yeah?" Dean asked, ready for the doctor to say 'Sam's fine go on in.'

"Your brother isn't doing the best right now. He's still unconscious and those few blows to the head along with the abbraisions on his kneck hasn't helped. I'm sorry to tell you this but, he's in a coma."

Dean just sat there. He didn't know what to say. He was trying to think but his head wouldn't let him.

"What?" Dean managed to spit out.

"He's in a coma. You can go see if you'd like." the doctor said, pity in his voice. "He's in room 305."

Dean walked down the hallway and looked at the door numbers as he passed them.

'301, 303...305.' Dean counted as he stopped in front of the door.

He put his hand on the doorknob and stopped.

'I should call dad. I'm sure he'd want to know.' Dean thought to himself.

He took his cell phone out and sat down on a chair in the hallway, a little ways down from Sam's room.

He waited for the answering maching to kick in like it always did but, instead, a familiar voice answered.

"Hello?" Jonh Winchester asked.

Dean was amazed. His father almost never answered his phone.

"Anyone there?" asked his father with a bit of annoyance in his tone this time.

"Yeah, dad. It's Dean." He managed to say, though it wasn't more than a mere whisper.

"What's wrong? You sound like shit."

"It's Sam...h...he's in a coma..." Dean said, trying to breathe.

It was only now sinking in that Sam was in a coma.

"What?" John asked, suddenly losing the joking tone from his voice.

"Yeah." Dean said, trying to hold back unshed tears.

"Where are you?"

"What?" Dean asked, unable to comprehend.

"Where.Are.You?" John asked again.

"California." Dean choked.

"Your only about 7 hours away from me. Stay there. I'll be there as soon as I can." John said, hanging up the phone and leaving is eldest son dumbfounded.

Author's note: So, there was the first chapter. As I said, not very long but, it does get better. Not much else I have to say accept please review! They really do make me squeal like a little school girl.

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