Chapter 3

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Son of a bitch!

"No!" Dean shouted angrily as he jumped out of his seat and rushed over to his brother. This can't be happening. This can't be happening. Sam can't be dead, not after all that had happened. He nearly collapsed on his brother's unmoving body as he tried frantically to revive him. He shook Sam vigorously, but it wasn't working. His brother was…no, he wasn't gonna give up; he wasn't gonna let Sammy give up, not if he could help it.

"Sammy, don't you die on me, don't you fuckin' dare die. Get your ass back here right now or I swear to god I'll march right into hell and drag you back myself, you hear me? Sam!" Dean firmly grabbed his brother's cheeks and shook his face violently, bringing it practically nose to nose with his own. Instantly, all the panic filled anger dissolved and replaced with guilt and misery.

"Sammy," Dean groaned as he brought Sam's head up to his chest and hugged him closely like there was no tomorrow. To Dean, there wouldn't be if Sam didn't wake up. He shuddered against Sam's ice cold bare skin; the kid felt like a friggin popsicle! I blew it, I fucking blew it! He stroked Sam's lifeless hair numbly as his body was wracked tremors.

"I'm so sorry, Sam. Please don't leave me by myself. God only knows where dad is now, but when we get back together again, we need to go after this thing together. You can't quit on me now, Sammy. Don't quit on this fight." Oh god, dad is gonna friggin' kill me when he hears what happens. He's gonna be even more pissed when he hears it wasn't even anything supernatural.

"Sir you're gonna have to let him-"

"No! I'm not leaving him; I'm not givin' up on him!"

"It's too-"

Suddenly, a weak bleep brought all three men to attention. Dean held his breath tightly, wondering what the hell was going on with his brother's body. He brought his ear to Sam's chest and smiled. His heart was beating again. It was weak… extremely weak, but it was there; Sam was alive.

"Sam?"

"I-I don't believe it…he's- he's back!" Exclaimed one EMT in shock. But he wasted no time in awe; the kid needed serious medical attention.

Dean was shoved back into the corner as Sam's body was pried out of his grip. He was too stunned to even notice. He was too shocked to notice that the ambulance had screeched to a stop until he saw Sam being wheeled away into the E.R. He didn't even remember following the group of medical personnel until he was forced to stay in the waiting room. He was in utter shock that he didn't even realize he'd been holding his breath until a nurse was shouting at him to breathe. He couldn't though, he was just frozen, and the next thing he knew, his vision went black and he felt himself descending into nothingness.

~+SPN+~

"Sir. Dean, can you hear me?"

Dean groaned in irritation as a bright light was flashed into his eyes. He squinted, slamming his eyes shut, as it disturbed the pain in the back of his head. He wiped a weary hand across his face as a thought came to light. How would doctors know his name? He didn't remember having any I.D. with him. Maybe it was all a dream and he slammed his head against something after being thrown by the ghost they were chasing. Just maybe Sam was worriedly trying to wake him up so they could leave. His life would be heaven if this whole thing was one big nightmare. There was only one way to find out.

Dean slowly blinked his eyes open and looked around. Bleach white walls instead of ugly puke green ones and the strong smell of floor cleaner instead of burgers, smoke, and dirty clothes. Well, he could wish couldn't he? Dean groaned in frustration as he started to sit up, only to be restrained by a hand.

"Sir, you need to lie down. You hit your head rather hard when you passed out."

When did he pass out? Where did this stupid oxygen mask come from? Why wasn't anyone telling him a damn thing? Maybe Sammy will have some answers. Wait, Sam? Everything came flooding back to him and his mind instantly went into big brother overdrive mode. The boredom, the challenge, Sam not breathing, Sam dead. Was Sam dead? He couldn't be. The kid must have overreacted and brought Dean to the hospital, right? No that could only happen in dreams. Sam never got injured in his dreams, but in reality…

Dean sat up quickly, ignoring the wave of dizziness and tried to get off of whatever he was laying on.

"Sir!"

Dean ripped off the oxygen mask, eager to start bombarding, who he assumed was, his doctor with questions.

"Where's my brother? Where's Sam? He was just here a moment ago, so where the hell is he?"

"Dean, calm down."

"How do you know my name?" Dean demanded.

The doctor pressed his lips together as he pulled out two I.D cards.

"My name is Dr. Mackey. Are you not Dean Bravo and your brother, Sam Bravo?"

"Oh…yeah that's us. Where is Sam, I have to see him."

"I understand that, but recognize that Sam is in critical condition. It's a miracle he made it this far, never mind come back to life after four minutes. Some people are not so lucky."

Dean gulped as he looked down at the floor. Yeah, Sam was damn lucky.

"I'm really baffled on how Sam survived after being dead for that long and I'm not gonna lie: the time he was dead in the motel combined with the time he was dead in the ambulance can lead to brain damage, which can very well be a huge factor in your brother's condition."

Dead. Dead. Dead. Every single time the doctor said that word, it was like a stake to Dean's heart. Sam had died one too many times tonight, and Dean didn't plan on it ever happening again. He wouldn't allow it.

"He also had a dangerous reaction to the cinnamon he ingested which caused his throat to close up and go into anaphylactic shock while in surgery."

"Wait, is he out?"

"Yes, but he's in the CCU for now so we can keep a close watch on him. After twenty-four hours we'll move him to ICU; and if he remains stable after another twenty-four hours, we'll move him to a private room."

"But is- please tell me he's going to be okay."

"I'm not gonna sugar-coat it, Dean," began the doctor sadly, "there is a 63% chance your brother won't make it. Even if he did, the recovery process will be very difficult. His body has been through a lot, but as far as we know, Sam if fighting very hard to live-"

That's my boy.

"And it will be touch-and-go for the next forty eight hours."

Dean nodded and bit his lip nervously. Sam was gonna be okay, but for how long?

"Can-" but then he caught himself; he didn't want to sound desperate. "I wanna see him."

The doctor looked hesitant, but seeing the weary and scared look on the man's face made him succumb. He knew the guy was trying to be brave, but the truth was, he could see right past the "bad boy" facade. Dean looked like he was about to break any moment if he wasn't given answers.

"I'll allow you to stay with him ten minutes of every hour until he's moved into ICU; after that, you can visit longer. We really have to keep a keen eye on your brother in case anything unexpected pops up."

"W-What do you mean," Dean's voice wavered in dread.

"Well, with Sam's condition and the way that his lungs were affected, he could develop serious bacterial pneumonia and some future breathing problems. They could be temporary or they could be permanent; either way, we can't know for sure after the first twenty four hours are past. So, do you think you can walk?"

For Sammy? Hell, yeah. I'd do anything for him. I could have a fatal gunshot wound, broken leg and have a serious concussion, and that still won't stop me from getting to my little brother.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sam's the one you need to worry about." Dean jumped off of the gurney, swayed a bit before regaining his composure, before being led by the doctor to his brother's room. He was so eager to finally be able to see his brother, but truth was, he was scared to see what the kid would look like. He doesn't scare easily, but this…this was just absolutely petrifying.

~+SPN+~

His heart beat louder and harder- so hard it hurt- with every step he took closer to Sam's room. How could he let this happen? They'd both be sleeping peacefully right now if he hadn't practically forced his brother into eating the cinnamon. What was dad gonna say to him…well if he answers his calls for once. God damn it, where was dad when he needed him the most. Literally, everything was going to hell.

"Here we are," a voice tore Dean out of his thoughts. He suddenly realized that they were outside a huge room, separated by a glass window and a sliding door not too far to the left. Dean peered through the glass and his breathing hitched. He could feel all the blood in his body just plummet to his feet as soon as he took in his brother's appearance. But that could not be his brother; that could not be Sam. He looked so…broken and small. He put a trembling hand on the glass as his bottom lip quivered.

Dr. Mackey sighed in sympathy, his heartbreaking for the kid. He really wished he didn't have to send Dean away from his brother; he wished he allowed the older brother to stay with him, because it looked like he might fall apart if he was ripped away from Sam. It was a brotherly bond he'd never understand; a brotherly bond he yearned to have with his younger brother. He knew exactly how Dean felt; feeling the need to be their brother's keeper and protect them 24/7. But the stupid hospital rules went against him, and he needed to stick to them.

"I'll send a nurse in when it'll be time for you to leave for the hour."

Dean didn't acknowledge the statement, he just kept staring at his brother and unaware of what was going on around him. Mackey took a deep breath and pat Dean's back in assurance before turning to leave.

"Sammy," Dean whispered when he sensed the doctor was out of sight. Quietly, he stepped through the sliding doors, proceeding cautiously to Sam's bedside.

"Oh god," he whispered. He dragged a chair over to the bed and slowly lowered himself into it. "Oh god, Sammy." He looked his brother over from head to toe; Sam's face, though it was no longer puffy, had red splotches scattered all over it and that god damn breathing tube was still down his throat, supporting his weak and damaged lungs. Sam's forehead was layered with sweat, causing his long, curly bangs stick to his face.

"I'm so sorry kiddo." He grabbed Sam's hand, relieved to finally feel the warmth of life pulsing through it, and gently rubbed it with his thumb back and forth.

"You better come through Sam, or I'll never forgive myself."

A soft knock at the door made him look up slowly.

"I'm sorry, Dean, but the ten minutes is up," nurse said sympathetically. "I'll be glad to come and let you know when you can return in an hour."

Dean quirked a smile and nodded silently. He sighed heavily as he wiped the bangs out of Sam's eyes and squeezed his shoulder gently before leaving the room. Now he knew what he had to do; just hopefully he would be successful. It was time to call dad.

TBC

Next chapter will be up soon; time to bring in john :) Boy is he gonna rip Dean a new one! Hope u continue reading!