Hey guys~ As you know this is a Supernatural 1x12 inspired story. You'll see similarities to the episode to only this chapter. The rest of the chapters are like IDK. Because in my head Sammy is Dick and of course Jason is Dean~ :D Enjoy the stories! And reviews are appreciated.
Chapter 1
He nonchalantly flipped the channels, show after boring shows. Nothing was ever on Monday mornings. Not even cartoons he liked. He continued to flip as his doctor stepped inside the room with the grim face plastered on him and Jason knew at that moment: he was dying.
He carefully listened to his Doctor's words, soaking in every word. Every word that slips out of his lips, the more he felt empty inside. Fate seemed to be against his side to be dying again. What a cruel, cruel world to live in.
Jason stared out of the window as soon his Doctor left with his thoughts and he still couldn't grasp the concept that he fucked up and now he's dying. Again.
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Dick patiently waited on the chair in the lobby. Tim seemed frigidity, but Dick could still tell he was scared. He wasn't the only one though. Then there was little Damian with a huge frown sketched on his face. Even if the little kid didn't know it, he still cared for his older brother, his family. And then there was Bruce with an indifferent expression and with the track mind like Bruce, he must be thinking it was his fault that Jason got into this mess.
Last night, it was supposed to be a simple mission of busting a few drug cartels by the pier and yet one crazy motherfucker decided to bring a Taser with the voltage of 100,000. That could bring anyone down in an instant and take a life. Unfortunately, his brother got caught in the crossfire and Dick didn't even know how that happened. One moment he was fighting them off and the next moment, he heard a shrill cry echoing in the air. And he found his brother lying on the ground, not moving an inch. His heart skipped a beat when he couldn't feel his brother's heartbeat and as if it was a miracle, he could feel that soft pulse on his fingers.
And now he was here with the whole family and it has been five hours since they've taken Jason in. Leslie Thompson was out of town for the night, so they had to take him to the hospital. He was getting worried by each hour; his leg automatically tapping in anticipation. He just need to know if Jason was alright, if he was going to live the next day!
"Which one of you is Jason's father?" All of the family automatically stood up; their eyes on the Doctor. The Doctor seemed baffled by the actions.
"Doc, is he going to be ok?" Dick first spoke up, breaking the intense atmosphere. His whole family seemed too eager for news that they forgot to ask.
The Doctor let out a sigh. "He's resting. The electrocution triggered a pretty massive heart attack, I'm afraid. His heart is too damaged."
Dick stopped breathing and his mind was repeating the last words the Doc just said. His heart is too damaged? Flashes of his younger brother's grave came upon and he shivered. No. No. That is not going to happen again.
"How damaged?" Bruce inquired his voice slightly shaky. If anyone knew Bruce well enough that he was scared out of his wits for his son: it was Dick himself. He wouldn't know how Bruce would handle losing the same son again. Then again, Dick wouldn't know how to handle losing his brother again.
"We've done all we can. We can… try to keep him comfortable, but at this point he only has a couple weeks to month to live." The Doc solemnly replied; his eyes casting sadly at the family.
Nobody seemed to move at that point or breathe. It was devastating news to hear that one of their family members only has a short time to live.
Tim shook his head vehemently as his mind denied all possibilities that his older brother was dying. "No. No. No. There must be some treatment or something right? What about a heart transplant?"
Again, the Doc lets out a sigh and places a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, son. Even with a transplant he wouldn't be able to survive. We can't work miracles."
Tim fiercely glared at him and shoved off his hands from his shoulders. Then he ran down the hallways towards Jason's room. Shortly after that, Dick and Damian followed him.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne."
Bruce nods slowly and he trotted towards his son's room. Like all of his sons, he was also in denial.
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Jason was startled by the sudden forced of the door banged open revealing a haughty baby bird. In all of his life, he had never seen Tim so angry, frustrated and sad all at the same time. He takes it that the whole family probably heard the news already.
Before he could say anything, baby bird had beaten him to it by announcing: "I'm not going to let you die, Jason!"
Jason opened his mouth to retort but closed it. He was touched that his brother would even declare that he would of saving him. Really. He was. Jason didn't know he cared that much about him after all the shit he had done to younger boy.
He turned to his side when Dick reappeared with Damian right behind him and they slowly entered the room. After a few seconds, Bruce appeared as well and he closed the door behind him as he entered.
Jason felt overwhelmed. He hasn't faced them all ever since they tried to convince him to go home with them. "Wow." He said, his eyes suddenly focusing on the random babe on the flat screen. "Check out that body."
"We talked to the doctor." Dick began; speaking for everyone.
"And she's a red-head. Don't you like red-heads Dickie-bird?"
"Jason."
He slowly moved his orbs and landed upon his oldest brother's electric blues. "Yeah. Ok. Family, I am here to announce that I hereby give Dick Grayson or whoever wants it the lower part of Gotham."
"What are you talking about Jason? We're not going to let you die." Tim replied.
"You guys better do a damn good job. If I see one scumbag dealing with kids, I swear I'll haunt all of your asses." Jason threatened jokingly, his upper lips quirking into amusement.
Damian folds his arm, not amused by the joke. "Todd, that is not funny."
"Aw, c'mon Demon Child, that was a little bit funny. Man I swear you need to live a life." Jason sighed as shook his head. The intensity in the air grew tenfold and at that moment, he knew he shouldn't joke around anymore. "Look, I knew what I was getting into with the whole vigilante life. It's a dangerous gig. I drew that short straw. I know it's not easy but I'm going to die and you guys can't stop it—unless I call Talia for permission to use the Pit."
"No!" Bruce sudden outburst got a startled reaction from Jason and as well as the rest of the family. "No, Jason. I refuse to take you to the Pit. I—we will find a way to cure you."
The determination on his father's face caused Jason to blink at him at few times before his eyes scanned the rest of his family. They all shared the same determination, even the youngest bird. At that moment, he could only heave a sigh. "Fine, do whatever you want."
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For the past three days, Dick had his face glued onto books and his laptop. He googled every information he could find a cure for his brother. From heart transplants, to test drugs, to even sorcery with the help of Zatanna of course. He was pretty sure the other family is doing the same.
Dick heaved a frustrated sigh before messaging his temples. It was already midnight and he should be going out to patrol soon. He already had a plan in mind on to where to take Jason when he gets released from the hospital. He gleefully cackled with the thought of taking his young brother to a 'specialist'.
His thoughts were bothered by the noise of something shattering and few familiar curses. Wait. What?
Dick jumped out of his bed and ran out the door to find Jason using the walls to support himself.
"Jaybird! What are you doing out of the hospital?!" Dick ran by his side and tried hoisting his little brother up by the waist as he helped him walked to his bedroom. It was a good thing that Jason's room was right across from his.
Jason grinned cheekily at him. "I checked myself out. I refused to die in a hospital when the nurses aren't even hot."
Dick rolled his eyes. "Bruce is going to get mad at you."
"I don't care what boss man thinks. I am not staying at that boring old hospital with crappy food. I want Alfred's cooking." The other man childishly says swapping away the helping hand from him.
He carefully led his brother to his bedroom, walking right behind him just in case if Jay falls to the ground. Dick noted how weak he seemed, all colors drained from Jay's face leaving his pale skin. When Jason finally made it to his bedroom and lay down with the stubborn helping hands of Dick.
And Jason sighed.
Dick did the same. "What do you say about going for a little road trip with me?"
The other man cocked an eyebrow at him. "…Where are you taking me?"
"This heart… specialist. I heard he's good at healing people." Dick innocently smiled, ignoring the suspicious look from his brother. Even if Jason said no, he's still going to take him to the specialist.
His smile grew even bigger when his Little Wing agreed to go with him.
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"I thought you were taking me to a doctor, not a guy who heals people! You bastard!" Jason snarled, slamming the door shut as he swapped away the helping hand from Dick. He glared at the older man and yet the said man remained unaffected by such look.
Dick grinned innocently. "C'mon, Jaybird, let just go and see how it is. He might even heal you."
"You've got to fucking kidding me." Jason pulled his jacket around him and crossed his arms. "It would've been nice to tell me that it'd be cold up here too!"
"Hey! I told you to wear warm clothes!" Dick said, defending himself. He huffed as he wrapped his coat around himself. He had been telling his brother to wear something warmer during their trip down the stairs and to the garage before heading to the airport. Though, maybe he should've told Jason that they were going to Nebraska?
He followed closely behind Jason inside the tent, just in case his Little Wing decides to take a fall or fake out on him or something. It broke his heart that his Little Wing could barely walk without grabbing a near object to hold him. Once the brothers entered the tent, he was surprised how many people were in here.
"C'mon, let's go to the front." He nudged Jason lightly.
Jason looked bewildered. "What? No! Let's just stay at the back."
Dick rolled his eyes and carefully dragged his brother to the third row seats, ignoring the low growls behind him. He sat on the empty chair and tried to help his brother to sit down. Though that was also added with some extra slapping the hands away and a hiss, "I'm fine! Stop babying me."
Even when Jason is dy—sick, he was still damn feisty. He was looking around the tent, counting how many people had gone here to see the faith healer. Maybe this faith healer might actually heal his brother.
"Hey, lady, is this guy legit?"
Dick almost choked. He turned his head back to Jason. What is he up to now? He saw the lady glare at Jason and before the lady could berate his younger brother; the man behind the podium began speaking. The lady had turned around to listen to the healer, forgetting whatever Jason had asked her.
He nudged him lightly in the ribs. "Hey, don't argue with the old ladies here." Dick whispered and only received an eye roll and few muttering curses from Jason. It was only a few minutes in and the healer kept talking. Dick was really getting sleepy and wondered when the healer was going to shut up and actually heal people!
"—The Lord guides me on who to heal by helping seeing through people's hearts." The man behind the podium continued.
Dick saw his brother leaned forward towards him with a smirk plastered on his face.
"I call bullshit." Jason whispered, a little bit too loud.
"You think so, young man?" The healer called out.
He nudged Jason on the side lightly and gave him a pointed look. He mouthed, "Apologize!"
Jason cleared his throat as he noticed the glares around the tent. "Sorry."
And the man behind the podium laughed; telling him that as a blind man he has sharp sensitive ears. "What's your name son?"
"Jason…" He trailed off, eyeing the man suspiciously.
"Well, Jason, why won't you come up here?" The blind man gestured him as Jason shifted in his seat uncomfortably.
Dick never felt so happier that his brother was chosen to be healed! "C'mon, Jaybird!"
"Uh maybe you should pick someone else."
"The Lord has chosen you to be healed today, Jason!"
A few cries broke out, beckoning for the young man to come up there. Dick also joined in, after ignoring his brother's pleading looks and eventually, his brother gave in and made his way up the stage.
Dick was on the edge of the seat as the watched curiously when the healer laid his hand on his brother's forehead. In his mind, all he could think about that his brother was going to get healed. Everything would go back to normal before and wouldn't have to worry about his brother dying again. Because all of that was going to go away.
He held his breathe when he noticed Jason shivering and his teeth were chattering as if it had drop below zero degrees. Dick then realized that something was about to go wrong. He continued to watch fell down to his knees and suddenly Jason shoved the hand away from his forehead and fell down on his back.
Dick had immediately stood up, ignoring the murmur within the crowd. He could hear his own heart pounding like drums and he hoped to god that Jason was alright. Once he reached his brother, he was relief to find him breathing, but he wasn't waking up.
"Jay! Jaybird! Wake up!" He shook his brother's body. A tidal wave of emotion hit him and he cast his eyes angrily at the healer. "What did you do? What happened to him?!"
The healer took a step back. "I'm sorry; it would seem God rejected of healing him. I… am sorry."
Dick looked back at his brother, pulling him by his shoulders and tried to drag him out of the room. Eventually, he got help from other people to the car and decided he was going to take Jason to the hospital.
Once he made sure his brother was secured in his seatbelt, he set off to drive to the hospital.
And he didn't realize tears were rolling down his eyes. He should never take him here. It was bad idea and he was never a believer of the 'healing touch of God' but damn it!
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His eyes instantly opened. He blinked a couple of time to get his eyes focused and cleared. Once cleared, Jason instantly realized that he was back at the Manor, tucked in his bed and his brother sleeping soundly on the nearby chair.
Jason tried to sit up, still feeling weak from last week's incident. He tried to remember the details of the healing since it was kind of fuzzy. One second later, it all came crashing down and every single moment that happened during his healing and he shivered when he found out how the healer was 'healing' people.
He had heard it a couple times from Talia before; well one time from Talia and it always got him wondering if it were true.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a loud squeal from the other occupant in his room and Dick suddenly snuggled with him to no end.
Jason squirmed a bit. "Hey, let go! Damn it. I'm not a kid anymore. Go torture baby bat!"
Dick's grip seemed to tighten and he could feel his shirt get wet from his brother's sobbing. "Jason! Oh my god, I was so scared. What— What happened during the healing?" He inquired when he pulled away.
Jason heaved a sigh, wishing he could smoke right now. But ever since he came back into the family, all of his cigarette stash disappeared every time he buys one. He suspected: Bruce, Dick and Tim. "That blind guy is so not much of a healer."
His brother furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean?" He pressed.
"That guy uses a reaper to heal people." Jason clarified. "It's like the reaper takes one life away to heal others. But the reaper—"
Dick leaned in closer in anticipation. "But the reaper—?"
"The reaper wanted to take my life instead." And he closed his eyes and all he could see the reaper in his all black suit, sneering at him, telling him that his soul is better to take.
Because his soul was touch by the Universe. And he had pushed off the blind guy off of him before the reaper could attack him. At that moment, he almost felt his life slipped away again.
Jason opened his eyes and his brother was even more of a crying mess. It must have hit him that he had almost died again though he is still dying but still.
Jason has no plans of dying, not now, not for a long ass time.
This time, he didn't protest when Dick attacked him with hugs. Honestly, he thinks needs one.
Next chapter; Jason spends time with Tim and well Jason regrets it. ;A;
