Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the characters. I don't own the songs that I'm using either. I only own the people and things you don't recognize.
Authors note 1: Hello everyone. I wasn't sure if I was gonna continue this story, but since I saw that 165 people had read this story in 14 hours I realized I had to continue.
Authors note 2: I just have to thank all of you who have read the first chapter. Thank you. Hope you all will like this chapter too. Enjoy.
Authors note 3: I know that the song doesn't really fit with this chapter, but I jus loved it so much I had to take it in the beginning.
Hold on
I am dying; this world has for me no crying
This pain I am going through
The only one thing I will do is
Forever flying, forever flying
Don't need your tears, be strong
I am going home, where I belong
Something you've never known
I was your guardian angel, all time long
~Dying by Reby~
Chapter 2: Waiting.
Recap: Sam and Dean are alone in a house while their father is on a hunt. Dean knew something was wrong with Sam. Sam runs to the bathroom and threw up. When Dean got Sam to open the door to the bathroom Sam just fell in to Dean's arms and got unconscious.
Now: Dean took up his phone from a pocket and dialled 911. He told them everything that had happened and where he was. He never looked at something else than Sam. The person that had answered when Dean rang had told him to stay on the phone so he did. A couple of minutes past and Dean felt how much more scared he got for every second. He felt for Sam's pulse again, but he couldn't find one. He got tears in his eyes and said: "Oh my god. He… he…" The lady in the phone said: "Calm down and tell me what just happened." Dean took a few breaths and said: "He has no pulse." Now the tears started streaming down his face.
"Do you know how to do CPR?" Dean nodded, but fast realized that she couldn't see it so he said: "Yeah."
"Good. I want you to do it on him until the ambulance get there. Do you think you can do that?"
"Yes." He turned on the speaker and laid the phone on the floor before he started CPR." A few more minutes went before the ambulance was there. And that's all Dean could remember because the next thing he knew he was in the hospital waiting on some kind of news about his brother.
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Dean was sitting in the most uncomfortable chair in the waiting room when he saw an man around 40 years came in through the doors with some really bad wounds. It looked just like he had been attacked by a black dog. He was probably a hunter. Suddenly Dean remembered that he hadn't called his father. He searched trough the pockets after his phone, but he couldn't find it. He must have left it in the house. He stood up and started to search for a payphone instead. After maybe a couple of minutes he found one and called his dad. One signal. Two signals. And then voicemail saying: "This is John. Leave a message." Beep. Dean took a breath and said: "Hi dad. It's Dean. I know that you're busy, but it's really important. It's about Sam. he had been acting different for a few days and I understood that something was wrong that he didn't tell me. And earlier today when we where watching cartoon and I asked him what it was. Then he just went to the bathroom and never came out. So I went after him and got him to open the door and then he just… blacked out. He had a really high fever too and I didn't really know what to do so I called after an ambulance and then his heart just topped. Dad I'm so scared. We are at the hospital right now and… Please dad. Just come. I'm scared. What if Sammy dies? I… uh…" He hung up.
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Dean had been sitting in that chair for almost three hours. What was it that took so long? He was probably dead. Sam was dead and no one had the guts to tell him. A tall blonde doctor with blue eyes came in and said: "Is there anyone here for Samuel Winchester?" Dean stood up and walked to him and said: "I'm his brother Dean."
"Hi Dean. I'm Samuel's doctor. Dr Martin." He put out his hand for Dean to shake it. Dean looked at the doctors hand for a second before he took it and shook it. This man was someone he could trust. They let go of each other and Dr Martin said: "Mr Winchester, please follow me." They stared to walk and Dean said: "Is Sam okay?"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." He couldn't say it where they just had been so it had to be something serious wrong. He was probably dead. Dean tried to get the thought out of his head as they reached a private room they went in to. Dr Martin sat down on a chair and made a gesture for Dean to sit down. Dean sat down and never let his eyes off of Dr Martin. Dean said: "How is Sam?" Dr Martin sighed and said: "We have done every possible test we can think of, but there seems to be nothing wrong with your brother. He have a temperature on 102.2 degrees, but that's the only unmoral we can find. "
"Except the fact that he almost died."
"Yes." The doctor sighed and said: "For all we know he could be healthy tomorrow or he could be sick for rest of his life. I'm sorry Mr Winchester, but there is nothing we can do except keeping him here." Dean got tears in his eyes and said: "Can I go see him now?" Dr Martin nodded and said: "I can show you the way. I have to check on a patient in the room next to him anyway.
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Dean didn't like what he saw. There weren't hundreds of wires and things attached to his brother as he thought it would be. But he looked so pale and so vulnerable where he was lying unconscious in the hospital bed with the white blanket and the white pillow that was surrounding him. Dean sat down in a uncomfortable plastic chair and looked at his brother. We could find nothing. Was all Dean could think. They must have found something. There had to be something wrong with his baby brother. You didn't just faint and look so pale if there wasn't something wrong. It was just unnatural. Unnatural? Of course. It was something supernatural that caused this. It had to be. But what was causing this and how could he stop it?
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Dean had been staring out the window for almost 12 hours now. It was in the middle of the day right now and the sun was shining bright. Dean wished he and his brother could be out there and play soccer right now. Sam had always loved playing soccer. A little boy around 3 years old was in the nearby park playing with some other kids. He fell and stared to cry. A mother went and lifted him up. Kissing him on the forehead and telling him it was okay. It reminded him of his mother. God he wished that Mary was there right now. She could make him feel better. She could make him feel like there was some hope left for Sammy even though he was sure Sammy was going to die.
He let go of the thought and turned around as he heard someone saying his name. He smiled and said: "Hi Sammy." To his brother that just had woke up. Sam looked in his eyes and said: "I told you not to call the ambulance." Dean smile disappeared and he said: "I had to. I wasn't going to lose you."
"You weren't going to lose me." Dean looked down on the floor for a minute before he looked at his brother again with tears in his eyes and said: "Your heart stopped. I was so scared. I thought I was going to lose you."
"Dean, I…" He interrupted himself not knowing what he was supposed to say.
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