Gone
Disclaimer: I don't own supernatural. Eric Kripke does.
Plot: During IMTOD. Dean wakes up from his coma, only to find Sam gone.
AN; One – shot. Well a little drabble that came up in my mind.
Sam stood in the dark, dank, dirty basement.
Taking the thick piece of white chalk from his pocket, he began to draw a symbol on the floor.
When he was done, he stood back and checked his work.
He then lit a candle and began to chant.
The candle blew out and the room went dark.
A voice chuckled in the darkness. "Well. If it isn't little Sammy Winchester. What can I do for you Sam?"
"Bring my brother back"
"Sorry. I can't do that. Unless, you want to make a deal?"
"That's why I'm here" Sam said in a determined tone.
"Let me guess. Your soul for your brother's life?" YED laughed.
"You bet. You said it yourself. You want it. You can have it. All you gotta do is bring Dean back"
"Fine" YED put his hand on Sam's head and concentrated.
"SAM!" A Voice yelled in the distance and John Winchester came flying through the door.
"Too late" YED laughed taking his hand from Sam's head. Sam's body dropped to the floor in a crumpled heap.
"Sam!" John yelled, running to his son's side.
YED smiled and disappeared.
"Sam. Come on" John shook his son.
No response.
John Winchester flew through the hospital halls.
"Help!"
"What's the matter" A doctor asked.
"He collapsed" John replied.
The doctor took Sam into a room.
He called a nurse.
"No pulse"
He called two more.
"Paddles"
"Charging"
John watched as his son's body flew up and bolted back down.
"No response"
"Again"
"Charging"
"Still no response"
"Alright. I'll call it"
"No Sam!" John yelled.
"Dad" An awake Dean came into the room. He'd been wandering for ten minutes trying to find his father and Sam, only to hear the ruckus and find his father here.
"Time of death. Eleven, fifty three am".
"Dad. What's going on?" Dean asked, noticing the tears drenching the older man's face.
John only pointed to the bed. The doctors and nurses had now left.
Dean turned around and gasped at the prone, lifeless form of his brother.
"Sammy" Dean whispered ad tears fell down his face. "No"
"Dean…"
"No. No. No. No! Sam! Sammy!" Dean yelled shaking his brother.
"Dean…he's…he's gone"
"No! Sammy!" Dean yelled.
John grasped his son in a tight hug as the two mourned for the loss of the youngest Winchester.
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