Shifters: Super glued Spirit


Previously:

The doctor cleared his throat and walked around to face the bed, checking some charts and scribbling some things down. He sighed and ran a hand through his limp hair, placing the clipboard down.

"Mr's Chasseur, I'm afraid to say with the level and extent of damage that has occurred from the accident, the likelihood of Ms. Caro recovering or even waking up is slim at best."

Darcy stared at the doctor. What the hell was he saying? She looked at the two men, desperation and terror in her eyes. Sam fidgeted on the spot for a few moments before he spoke, his voice low and soft.

"No. There has to be something more you can do! You can't just let her die."

Sam took a threatening step forward and Dean stood up to grasp his brother by the arms. Sam sank into his brother's grip and shook his head, allowing himself to be seating in the chair. The doctor looked between the two brothers before excusing himself.

"I'm right here! No, no, no! Sam! Dean, c'mon this isn't funny anymore! Sammy, please?"

Darcy stood up, turning to face the bed. She still lay there, tubes and drips and needles poking out of her body. Stitches and bandages marring her skin. She was there. She could see herself.

"Oh god.' She sank to the floor. 'God, please just let this be a dream."


Sam sat beside the bed, his eyes burning from the tears and lack of sleep. He watched as she lay in front of him, her skin so white and frail. The low beeps and raspy sound of the life-support echoed dangerously in his ears as her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath. He rubbed wearily at his eyes, sighing deeply as he ran a hand through her dark brown locks. It had been nearly two weeks since the accident, the last few moments playing over and over in his mind as he struggled to comprehend how stupid he had been. Dean had told him that he wasn't to be blamed for the accident; after all, Darcy had been the one to walk out of the car into the middle of the road.

The door scraped open, making him turn in his seat to face the intruder. Doctors and nurses constantly flittered in and out, making rounds, checking equipment. Sometimes they'd shake their heads and look sadly at her prone form, muttering as they left the room. Dean slinked in, head down and a brown paper bag in his hand. They usually took turns to look over her (not that she was likely to wake up anyway) and spend time talking to her. Telling her how much nothing had changed, how the other hunters were going, or what the weather was like outside. Just the stupid little things that gave them some reassurance.

He glanced over to his brother as he took the only other remaining chair, tossing the paper bag over to him. He caught it clumsily and practically tore it open, nibbling on the four dollar sandwich inside. Dean cocked his head to the side, smiling softly as the sandwich disappeared inside thirty seconds.

"Woah, take it easy kiddo. No need to rush."

Sam nodded his head slowly, scrunching up the bag and tossing it into the bin. He gave Darcy one last look and then faced his brother completely.

"Dean…"

"Look Sam, there's nothing we can do. All we can hope is that she finds her way out on her own."

"But Dean, there has to be something. I can't just sit here and watch her waste away."

Dean leant forward, focusing on his eyes and speaking softly. "Sam. I'm sorry. You know that if there was any way to save her I would be all for it, but there isn't. We can't stay here. Listen, I've got a possible hunt."

Sam gave his brother a betrayed look and stood up, pacing around on the spot as he tried to digest what his brother was saying.

"She's dying and you want to hunt? You want to just leave her here alone, what if she wakes up? What if she can't remember anything?"

"Sammy! It's just a salt and burn, nearby. I've made sure the doctor can call us if she reawakens. Look, we can't stay here indefinitely. Please, Sam. Please."

Sam stared at his brother and then sighed in resignation, folding his arms defiantly across his chest.

"Fine. But if anything happens we're coming back. Did you call dad?"

"Yeah, he says he'll drop by in maybe a week and see if there's any more local stuff. Anyway, we should rest up."

Dean stood up and walked over to his brother, grabbing him by the shoulder and turning him towards the door. He turned slightly to face Darcy and gave a reassuring smile.

"We'll be back soon. You can't get rid of us that easily."

Sam gave Dean a hopeful smile and mumbled his own goodbye to her before exiting the room. They had a hunt to do.


Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any related character's ect except for the one's you don't recognise.

A/N: Back again! I'm just taking a break from Darcy to focus on the boys and what better way than to put her in a coma?