AN: This is my fist story. The formatting might be a bit weird, but I am trying my best. English is not my first language and so far I have no beta reader. I will do my best to avoid mistakes, but if I do make some, please tell me about it and forgive me. The characters in this story will be quite OOC, especially later on. I am aware of that fact and I want it that way. I hope they are nonetheless still somewhat recognizable.

I have no idea about hospital policies in the USA and don't know much about medical stuff. If something sounds utterly ridiculous you are invited to either ignore it or tell me.

This will be AU from season 2 onward.

I am not copying this from another author on this or any other page. Any similarities are unintentional.

Tell me what you think.

I do not own Supernatural.

Chapter 1

Sam didn't know what to do. Both his father and his brother were currently trapped in a coma. Dean even had a tube down his throat because he couldn't breathe on is own. He himself wasn't exactly unharmed either, but he was upright and functioning. Something that could not be said about the rest of his family. A concussion and some scrapes and bruises would not keep him from his badly hurt family, no matter what the doctors and nurses said about the risks he was taking with his health. He didn't really care about that. But Sam's stomach clenched when he remembered the doctor's words about his family from less than an hour ago:

"There isn't much we can do. I know you don't want to hear this, and I don't really want to say it, but the odds of either of them waking up are very, very small. Your father might have slightly better chances, but even if he does wake up, he'll probably be paralysed. And your brother. Well, in the highly unlikely event of him waking up there is a high risk of brain damage. He had lost too much blood when he was brought in. I'm sorry."

He was going to lose his only remaining family. And there was nothing he could do. Sam felt hot tears sting behind his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. Neither Dean nor their dad were dead yet. He wouldn't give up on them so soon. They were, after all, the strongest men Sam knew. The doctor talked a lot about "probably" and "unlikely" and "odds". But not once did he say "definitely". And he didn't know Sam's family and their stubbornness. His brother and dad could beat this.

"But what if they can't? What will you do, all alone?", Sam's mind whispered traitorously.

Sam shook his head. That wouldn't happen. It couldn't. He wouldn't let it. No matter the cost.

By the time the sun came up the next day, Dean's heart had stopped beating four times and their dad had stopped breathing on his own. Sam couldn't stand the thought of losing them. He had searched for someone or something to save them the whole night, but there was nothing. His remaining family members were dying and he couldn't find anything that would stop it. Sam felt lost and scared. He felt as if he was suffocating in misery. There had to be something he could do!

With a sigh he looked at Dean. Sitting next to his brother's still form seemed to be the only thing Sam could do. "What am I supposed to do now, Dean?", he whispered. There was of course no answer. With a sigh Sam stood up. Luckily for him the next library was within easy walking distance to the hospital. He had stayed there for the night and now planned to return and continue his search. He had to find a way to save Dean. Even if it was the last thing he ever did.

That thought made Sam stop short for a moment. Not because he didn't mean it. He had never meant anything this much. His brother was his world and if Sam's death could save Dean there was no question what Sam would do. And maybe, just maybe, he had just found a way to save his family. If he played this right, both his brother and their dad would soon be perfectly alright.

Two hours later Sam stood in the hospital's basement, preparing to make a deal with the devil.

AN: Not very long, I know. Future chapters will hopefully be a bit longer.