It has been three weeks since Dean's suicide attempt, he had fallen into coma.
Bobby had picked Dean up off the bathroom floor, pulling Sam off him, taking him to the nearest E.R. Dean got urgent care, getting his stomach pumped, Bobby had to hold Sam as they took Dean. They were lucky Dean survived the overdose, but the doctors are saying he probably won't wake up, although Dean's body is fighting.
Sam had broken into more tears when he heard this, he had to save Dean by all means possible. But in the meantime Sam stayed by Dean as much as he could, as Bobby tried to get a hold of John, of course no luck. He played some of Dean's cassette tapes; ACDC, Metallica, Asia, Deep Purple, CCR and others that Sam knew Dean listened to. He did this because he believed Dean could hear them, and he thought he could keep Dean's body calm and steady if he did so.
Dean sat up, feeling fine, better actually. "Wow Sammy I had the most weirdest dream- hey why are you upset?" Sam just looked at Dean's body. Dean got up and walked over to him waving a hand in front of him.
"Helloooo?" Dean drawled out, starting to get irritated, what the hell was Sam looking at. Turning, he saw it, well him. "What the hell is going on Sammy?" Dean said slightly weirded out of the out of body experience.
"You stupid fuck of a father, answer your phone, your son is dying. And it's all your fault, you better get here soon so I can throttle you, and send you to Hell, John!" Bobby yelled onto the non receiving answering machine as Sam walked into the hallway.
Bobby slammed his phone shut. "How's Dean?" Bobby asked with slight irritation in his voice.
"Blood levels are low, same with everything else. Did you get a hold of Dad?" Sam asked looking down.
"Same as the last few weeks, it's no. I'm starting to hope your father got killed, as the universe is giving back."
"My Dad's too tough, so sadly I don't think he is dead. He just rather hunt down that stupid demon than care about his children. Dean has done everything he's asked, and what does he get in return? Abuse? An overdose?" Sam asked figurative, clenching his fists looking at Dean through the window, all the wires and tubes, the discolor in Dean's face.
"I want Dad alive so I kill him myself..." Sam said under his breath, feeling pressure on his left shoulder, it was comforting, turning to see who it was, but no one was there.
John drove into the Sioux Falls General Hospital parking lot, storming into hospital demanding to know where his son was. Finding Sam in the waiting room as he passed by looking for room 422. Dean was leaning on the wall next to Sam, gettin slight anxiety when seeing his father.
"Sam," John eyed Sam, "What happened?"
Sam stood up, furious tempted to stab him. "Dean tried to kill himself, and I wonder why?" Sam said sassily eying his father back as Bobby came back with coffee.
"I should kill you John, how dare you? The id'jit is only 16, poor kid only knows pain, discipline, punishment, and obedience. Dean's your son, not your soldier!" Bobby roared, Dean stood up straighter starting to get angry at tention going on.
"You don't think I know that? He's a great son, and I have no idea why he'd do such a thing to harm himself."
"Dad?" Dean asked warily wondering if anyone could hear him.
"You don't believe that! If you did YOU wouldn't of hurt Dean!" Sam yelled, making Dean even more wary, he knew where this was going.
"You don't know what you are talking about," John said with aggressiveness in his voice.
"Dad!" Dean yelled.
"Sure, ya' stupid son of a bitch. Dean's just clumsy and falls all the time, falls that break his ribs and give him black eyes." Bobby said sarcastically, wanting to beat down John.
"I want to kill you Dad!" Sam yelled. "You hurt my brother."
"Guys stop it!"
"Is that so? Then do it!" John challenged Sam, who started gain lots of energy and strength from an unknown source. And attacked John, tackling him to the ground.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Dean yelled knocking a lamp over, shattering it to many pieces.
"Woah, that was cool-Ah!" Dean started twitching, appearing in his room as many doctors rushed to his body, using defibrillator on him. He could feel the shock, the electricity to his heart, then he saw it. This creepy old faced, long clothed being hovered over his body. He attacked it with all the energy he had left, and it just left.
"I have a pulse," a nurse said, as a small smile crept over Dean in triumph.