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Attacks!

John, Jim and Dean all took places among the cluttered room at the motel. Each with a shot gun, loaded with iron rods held high and positioned to fire. Once they checked over the motel, they all meet back at he center.

"Anything" whispered John.

Both Jim and Dean nodded, 'no'. So they again waited. When all of a sudden a black figure burst through the window closest to Dean. He fired without thought, planting one into the striga's chest. It flew back with a wail. John and Jim came to the sides of Dean, each looking at the creature. It stood, but made no attempt to attack.

"You won't get him back.", the striga hissed.

"The hell I won't.", Dean hissed back. But still he did not fire.

The striga laughed, "you have no clue of his powers, the things he's destined to do. I'll be doing you a favor by taking him out."

Something in Dean broke, his face turned beat red. No one talked bad about his brother, or talked about harming him.

"I don't need any favors from you. Sammy is my responsibility. Mine and no one else so keep your favor." Dean said with venom in his voice, enough to kill a man. With that he shot the striga multiple times in the chest and head. The striga feel to the floor in a heap. White mist evaporating into the air.

The adrenalin left him breathing hard, and glaring at the black rope in disgust.

"Let's go.", was all Dean said. He didn't see the hurt expression on John's face. But it was quickly masked and Jim and John followed after Dean. each got into their own separate cars. Dean pulled out, leading the way. Jim followed Dean And John followed Jim.

While in the car John thought about what Dean had told the Striga.

Sammy is my responsibility. Mine and no one else...

John thought about it. Had Dean really been responsible for Sammy. Had John put that much burden on Dean. But more importantly, had ne ignored his son's that much that Sam thought Dean to be his guiding figure. One to turn to in time of need. One to help when he was in trouble. Had John failed as a father?

John shook his head clear of his thoughts as they pulled up at the hospital. Dean parked his impala with a screech of the tires. He jumped out of his car and was already inside the hospital before Jim and John had parked their cars.

Dean jogged to the elevator, not even bothering to wait for his father or Jim. He wanted...Needed to see Sammy. Had the striga been truthful when he said that he'd never get Sammy back? No, no, he had killed the thing. Dean ran out of the elevator when it reached to ICU floor, currently holding his younger brother. He walked briskly to his brother's room. All hope he had been building, dashed to crumples. His brother still lay still, the ventilator still preforming his brother's job of breathing.

"Oh Sammy." Dean said, a misting in his eyes caught him off guard. He quickly rubbed his eyes. He had thought once he had kill had the striga that his brother would be fine, just as all the other kids had. He numbly walked over to his baby brother. He took his hand and sat down.

"Y-you better come back soon Sammy. You're driving me crazy. I hate staying in one spot for to long ya know." Dean continued his useless chanting, and that's how John and Jim found him. Clinging to his brother's hand for dear life, as their hopes were dashed too.

888-3 days later

"We just don't know why Sam's case of pneumonia isn't responding to the antibiotics. We've run multiple test and pneumonia is still the only factor contributing to Sam's illness. His body is tiring out, you may want to consider taking him off life support." the doctor said with a grim expression.

Dean stood up, angered by the doctor's suggestion. "No, you are not just gonna let my baby brother die. He's still alive!"

The doctor looked at him , "yes he is. His brain is functioning, but with each passing day, his brain activity decreases. Soon his organs will begin to fail, even with medical science keeping him alive, there is only a limited amount of time. It's up to you if you wish to let him suffer or let him go."

"SHUT UP!" Dean screamed and ran back to his brother's room, leaving a startled doctor.

"I'm sorry for him, it's just..." John tried to explain.

"It's okay, it's hard on anyone. Especially with a sibling. Trust me I know. About 18 years ago I lost my baby sister to pneumonia. Her along with 10 others died that year. It was like an epidemic, like we had recently, but thankfully the outcome was better this time. In most cases."

John nodded, "I-I'll discuss it with Dean."

The doctor nodded, "take your time."

John sighed and got up, following in Dean's wake.

He leaned against the door frame, watching Dean tenderly grasp Sam's hand and brush his bangs aside.

"You'll be okay baby brother, you'll be just fine."

John smiled faintly at Dean's determination. Quietly John walked away from the door, a plan in his head. He got into his truck and drove off to the nearest cross road.

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