Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters. Sadly.
Author's Note: So I watched a couple episodes of Supernatural today, because I'm rewatching the series during Hellatus 2014, and I got inspired to write a Supernatural fic. Set during 2x01, 'In My Time Of Dying'.
Sam isn't thrilled about being dismissed.
He can tell that Dad wants to talk to Dean alone for a couple of minutes. Typical. He doesn't want to say anything, not after his father's just asked him if they could stop fighting, so when Dad asks if he can go grab a cup of caffeine, he just nods. "Sure," he says, and leaves the room, glancing back over his shoulder when he's sure that neither Dad nor Dean is looking at him.
The hospital cafe's not far from Dean's room, and he gets a cup of coffee - strong, just the way Dad likes it. He considers getting one for himself as well - he's been awake for hours, and the exhaustion is starting to wear on him now that Dean's fine and the terror is gone, but he doesn't. He's not sure how soon they're going to leave, and he wants to sleep, without having to worry about caffeine keeping him awake.
He heads back to the room, figuring that enough time has passed and Dad is done talking to Dean. As he passes by another room, he sees a person on the floor, not moving, and it makes him freeze, looking closer.
It's a man, dressed exactly like Dad - no, it is Dad.
The coffee cup drops to the floor, but Sam barely notices as he rushes into the room, nearly tripping as he crouches down by his father. Dad's not breathing - he doesn't seem to have a pulse, either. Sam screams for help, and doctors and nurses come rushing in, taking over, making him back up until he's practically at the door. Dimly, he realizes that Dean's there also - he must have heard the commotion and come rushing over, since his room is only a few yards away.
He can't be dead. He can't be dead.
"Please," Sam whispers, so quietly he's sure even Dean can't hear him. There's no way John Winchester can be dead. Sam doesn't even know how it could have happened - thoughts are rushing through his brain, almost all of them involving the demon, but he can't be sure of anything. The doctors and nurses continue working on his father, trying to restart his heart, and Sam silently prays. Please let it work, oh, God, please...
"I'm gonna call it," says one of the doctors. "Time of death: 10:41 a.m."