Eyes well up as they heard a sound escape from the house. It sounded like a thunderous scream from Sammy's room!
"Sammy!" Dean yelled and tried to run to buring house before his father grabbed him and held him close.
Outside 10 minutes later,John and Dean were both sat on the back of the impala, staring into the destroyed home, waiting for one thing... their family.
Suddenly, two fire fighters ran out of the house holding something in their arms. Could it be them? oh god!
John quickly sat Dean on the side of him and ran screaming to get to his wife and son.
Dean was paralyzed with fear and guilt. He was thrown to the ground and was totally unable to function anymore. Why didn't he just go and find Sam as soon as he woke up? He knew were he was and that he must have been so scared. He didn't want his brother to die. Defiantly not like this, hurt, crying and in pain.
"Mary! Sammy!" he repeated as he got stopped by a police man "let me go! PLEASE! They need me!" John screamed trying his hardest to get free from the man in the way of the people he loves. "Mary hunny answer me. PLEASE! SAM! They need me!" He bawled trying to plead for them to allow him to see his family. However, all he felt was a bruised shoulder from where they were trying to hold him back.
He was hysterical sobbing and just wanted to have his perfect picture family in his arms again. Just wants to wake up my Mary in the park and He her telling him off for falling asleep again on the bench.
He would give anything.
The fire fighter placed the body onto the ground and only sore one body. His son.
He was practicly black and red from the burns. It feelt like being in the grip of inevitably, and one is reminded of his own mortality as well. It is the recognition that one's life is changed forever, indeed somehow diminished. He wanted to get the sight of his son out his mind forever.
The paramedicss got to him before he could and he was quickly taken before he could fight of the poilce that were trying to hold him back.
"Look, sir." He looked at the man once the young boy was shut of in the ambulance and taken. "I'm so sorry, sir. You wife was found as well but she was to fare gone to be saved."
He took a breath and looked around to see his boy stand there next to him. "Daddy? She gone?" The man nodded as his eyes started running. He couldn't describe this feeling. Kind of like a feeling of anger, for which there is no salve save time.
It is very painful. It feels like the sun will never shine again because at that moment he didn't even care if it did.
By the time John and Dean got to the hospital everything they ever knew had changed and they had no hope of ever getting it back.
The world has collapsed but only leaving only them standing.
It was like a flame has burnt through everything they believed in and demolished all that's true. His wife was gone. His youngest son was on a machine keeping him breathing.
He has lost what made his family what it was. She is gone and never, ever coming back. It was on a repeat in his muddled mind.
"Dad, where is Sammy?" Caught him out of his day-dream. He quickly looked down at his oldest. He was sat anxiously in a chair that made him look innocent and tiny. He sat next to the bed that swallows a lifeless sam.
"What?" He said a bit harshly.
"Where is Sammy? We need him to come back, he gets scared when he is lost or alone." The big brother stated, worriedly grabbing the hand of his baby brother.
John looked at the ground. Slowly he opened his mouth to answer his confused son, when the door opened. Behind it was a concerned Bobby and a tall looking doctor with a serious face.
"Bobby!" Dean ran to his uncle and court him in a tight hug. "Shes gone forever, uncle Bobby" The boy said sadly, eyes welling up with a million tears. Dean felt like someone had taken a hammer to his heart. He was always happy, he had a amazing family, so this was a knew feeling he didn't understand.
"I know, son." he answered back hugging tight. He had to breath through the pain he felt so he could be there for his family. He had no time for grief.
"I would like to go over the injures of Samuel Winchester if that's ok?" The doctor were all weighting for John for an answer. They carried on weighting... but there was still no answer. Bobby knew that it just wouldn't happen so he nodded for the doctor to carry on.
"Ok well, he seems to be doing good and we all feel he will carry on improving once he wakes up." a breath of relief covered the room. He will be fine. "However, there are over things we need to consider. He has a large burn on his arm and shoulder that will scar. He will be fine physical, but mentally, we won't know untill he wakes. He lost his mother and was probably terrified when he was stuck in that house. He is a young boy and these things will leave more than just the scars we can see when you look at him. He breathed in a lot of smoke, that's why he is on the ventilator. We don't think from the scans we did that he has any long-lasting damage from the smoke but wont now for sure untill be wakes. You have any questions?"
They looked around the room scared of what the future may have installed for this broken family.
They all had so many questions they needed the answer to, but not questions the doctor could anser for them.
Dean was so scared for when his brother woke up, but at the same time he just wanted him back. Does waking up from a long coma feel different from waking up from a several-day long coma? Or even a long night's sleep? Would he "feel" longer than the other in his different world? How is his brother feeling and thinking right now?
...
The next day was an overwhelming and horrible for the family.
Bobby had to hold Dean's hand as they went to bury a body that once held their mothers beautiful soul. He had to drag John away from the chair next to Sammy so he could attend the funeral for his beloved wife.
It was hard for them all to leave the hospital because the only hope they had of surviving this tragedy was on a ventilator.
They sat there in the funeral parlor and was dressed in black in a dark room field with hard ache. Dean couldn't understand why this had anything to do with his mommy. It was all very depressing and sad but his mommy was always happy no matter what.
John stood up at the funeral to say a couple of words about how beautiful wife.
"Mary," he said as his eyes became week and full of tears.
"My spirit, my inspiration and my strength. It was 10 years ago, a simple sunny Saturday afternoon when we had our first glance through out common friend. We had many great years together and should have had so much more. So much more days to take are kids to the park , so much more nights so you could sing to sleep are babies, so much more beautiful creations that we should have raised together in a house with a dog that we would walk as a family every night."
By this time his eyes were flooded and big tears were running down his face by the hundred every second he stood there.
"These were the dreams we spoke about when you were pregnant and grumpy because your feet were swelling. I hope you always knew how much you will be missed by our broken family. I once had been sent a gift by God; An angel who watched over me and take care of me. And no you will watch over us all for the rest of out gave me so much and you left the best creations in the world. Just please don't take Sammy with you because I don't know what i will do if i have to do this again. "
John nearly collapses on the floor in front of everyone, but Bobby quickly pulled away from Dean and pushed himself up to the front to help John back to Dean, They hugged until they had to leave. "Untill i see you again my love. I will be waiting."
Dean didn't understand what was going on. His brother was asleep and wouldn't wake up no matter how much he shock him. His daddy was sad all the time and angry at everyone and his mommy was gone forever. No more singing to sleep and no more comfort hugging on the sofa on movie nights. It was all changed and will never go back to normal.
They didn't think they were ever going to stop crying ever again.
There was many tears and heart ache that day but it was time to say goodbye.
They all had to listen about how sorry everyone was for them and how much they wished Sam back to health. Dean felt every bitter about it because he didn't know anyone here. Why do they get to feel bad and upset when they didn't los their family, he did.
After half an hour they had spoken to everyone and decided it was better for them all to just go back and see Sam.
Dean was worried he was scared. "We need to go back to him dad. He doesn't know what's happening."
John new better. Sam wasn't scared. He was alone in his silent mind and couldn't feel or think. Sam probably will never wake up or be scared again, but he coud never tell Dean that so he nodded and smiled sadly.
"Okay buddy. Tells go see Sammy." He was nearly in hysterics but he had to hold it back so Dean wouldn't see. He had to be stong for his boys. However, Bobby could see right through it and put a hand on his shoulder.
"We will get through this John."
They all sobbed in the car and just tried to hide it from each other. To scared to feel less strong or to set a bad role model. It wa too much to handle the thought of them being gone forever.
Till death do us part...
They went back to the hospital they had come to think of as home for the past couple days and just watched their youngest breathing. It was calming to see him alive and breathing, even if he looked dead.
It didn't matter that it was only the ventilator breathing. All they knew is it gave them hope.
Dean held onto his baby brothers hand and his tears would fall into Sam's small hands and shinned on the white hospital floors untill his father or uncle ould come alone and just hug him.
John waited holding his son's hand and stars down to check or detect a movement or clutch of any kind to give them a warning of him coming back to life anytime soon.