A/N: I came up with this awhile ago while watching "Something Wicked" for the billionth time. I wanted to know what would happen if Dean was unconscious for a little too long.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural...I just tortureit'smenwith Chick-Flick Moments..
"DEAN!" Sam shouted, watching in shock as his brother is thrown across the room, landing in a motionless heap on the floor. He watched him for a moment, praying that he would jump up, brush himself off and say something sarcastic. Unfortunately, that prayer was not answered.
Apparently, the Shtriga wasn't fatally shot by Dean's gun and turned for revenge. First Dean, now him. Before Sam knew it, the Shtriga was advancing on him. Without the chance to react, Sam was thrown into the wall, landing softly on the comfort of a beanbag chair. However, that comfort was soom diminished as the Shtriga held him down tightly, grabbing at his neck. Sam grabbed the cloaked arm and pulled, hoping to somehow force it's release. Realizing that pulling wasn't doing the trick, Sam reached his arm out, in hopes of contact with his gun. He stretched as far as he could, staring at the gun from the corner of eye. He gave up the effort as soon as he feltthe hand move to his jaw and anodd sensation take over his body, alerting his senses, yet calming his muscles. His body started to feel heavy, and his mind began to cloud. He gazed into the mouth of the creature, with a confused expression, and was instantly hypnotized by the swirling pool of light in it's mouth. Sam let his body relax as the oxygen quickly escaped his lungs andrushed him, uncomfortably, into the darkness.
Dean awoke to an instant pain invading his mind. Every inch of his body ached while he took a mental check of his limbs. Looking around trying to register where he was and what had just happened, the memories flooded back in a nauseating rush. The panic began to set in. The Shtriga. Sammy.
"Sam?"
He picked himself up from the broken pieces of closet door and looked around the find Sam lying on his back, unmoving, across the room. The Shtriga was nowhere to be found.
"Sam…" Dean whispered and ran, coming to an unsteady stop at Sam's side. Just behind him, a trembling Michael slowly emerged from underneath his bed.
"Sammy? Sammy, come on. Wake up!" Dean pleaded, lightly slapping his unconscious younger brother on the cheek. He moved his fingers toward Sam's neck, feeling for a pulse. He let out the breath he didn't know he was holding as he felt the sweet relief of pumping blood beneath his fingertips. The relief was quickly washed away when Dean heard a low, rapsing sound coming from Sam's chest. Oh no.
"Michael! Call 911!"
"Is he gonna be okay?"
"I don't know Michael! Just go call an ambulance!" Dean ordered, instant regret at yelling at the scared boy tore into his emotions. Michael ran out of the room quickly, and Dean could hear him frantically talking on the phone. He turned back to Sam.
"Come on, Sam."
And with that, Dean bowed his head, and a single tear escaped his eye.
"I'm so sorry, Sammy."
To Be Continued...
A/N: Well..you likey? It's my first fic ever, so be gentle with my feelings. I gladly accept any constructive feedback…..anything to help me be better at this! There's more to come, if you want it. Just let me know by REVIEWING!