Disclaimer: If I owned the show and its characters, oh the damage I would do. I seriously would write myself into every love scene if there were any. But sadly I don't own it yet...its on my list of things.Some refrences to the movie John Q. I do not own that movie nor am I making a profit for referring to it.

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Chapter 4

Dean's mind was racing as he paced back and forth in front of Dr. Reyes large, mahogany desk.

"Mr. Winchester, try and calm down please."

Dean looked furiously at the doctor, the fire radiating from his eyes.

"Calm down? Calm down! It's been two days and Sam's dropped from 45 to 43, My brother is dying and you want me to calm down. There's got to be something you can do for him, medication, drips, anything."

"I'm sorry but we've done all we can do, my hands are tied Mr. Winchester. The excess air in his chest cavity has depleted, letting his lung return to its normal size, but it even confuses me why his heart continues to decline."

"What the hell do you mean it confuses you! You're the damn doctor here!" Dean scoffed.

Dr. Reye stood up, slamming his paperwork forcefully on the desk. " Mr. Winchester, I will not be spoken to in that manner. Now if Sam's condition worsens within the next 24 hours we can increase his medication in his IV, but that is all we can do for now. There are just something's the body has to do on its own."

Dean placed his hands on the desk, staring straight into the doctor's eyes. " I'm warning you right now, if anything happens to Sam………I'll kill you."

The doctor leaned in to meet Dean's fiery gaze. "Is that a threat?"

"Oh no…...more like a solemn promise." Dean voice was dripping with all seriousness.

"And I'm telling you that I don't take to threats very well, and the same with intimidation." The doctor leaned back and slowly sat down in his chair. "Listen, us arguing isn't going to help anyone. I know that all this is making you upset but I can tell this isn't just about Sam. Why don't you say what's really on your mind Dean."

"Don't alright. I don't like to be handled Doc, so don't handle me." Dean said, raising up a forceful hand. With that Dean walked out of Dr. Reyes office. Some of the nurses that were in the hall turn their stares away as he walked passed them.

I guess I made more of a commotion than I thought.

When he reaches Sam's room he stood in the doorway, supporting his back against the frame. He hated to see Sam so…helpless. He wished he could breath for him.

I would die for that kid.

He watched Sam shift in his sleep, taking a deep breath in when he found a comfortable position. Dean walked in and sat in the chair he previously positioned beside Sam's bed.

"Sammy, I hope you can hear me. I don't know what to do here buddy. Believe it or not Dean Winchester, your big bro is at a loss. But they don't know you like I do. Your strong and your going to beat this. That Dr. Reye is a quack, he wouldn't know a heart condition if it bit him in the pursqueeter." Dean smiled to himself at that moment, but it quickly fizzled away when the monitor made a low beep. He didn't even look up, he knew all too well what that sound meant.

42.

Dean placed a hand on Sam's shin, giving it a light squeeze. " Damn it Sammy c'mon. You can beat this. After all we've been through, after all the obstacles you've overcome, you can't…" Dean's breath caught in his throat, his voice becoming shaky with every word. "I can't lose anyone else Sam. Dad is God knows where, but if I lost you…I have no one. Please Sam, I don't want to be alone…not again."

He shut his eyes tightly, refusing to let the burning tears fall. He felt a light vibration coming from his jacket's side pocket. He pulled out the black cell phone and flipped it open. He gave a loud huff at the screen with the inscribed numbers.

Friggin' Coordinates.

He snapped the phone shut and let it fall, making a small crack as it connected with the ground. He couldn't blame his dad for not knowing that his youngest child was in a hospital dieing from a wound that his eldest son had inflicted upon him. Dean could handle when his dad was angry with him, but he couldn't bear it when he was disappointed in him. His dad said that he had forgiven him for that night in the hotel when they were younger, when his carelessness almost got Sam killed. But this, this his father could never forgive him for.

"Knock knock, just came to check on him." Sydney said sweetly as she walked in carrying a small tray with two syringes filled with a opaque fluid. Dean slightly cringed when she administered one of the shots to Sam's left arm and one into the IV tube running into Sam's right arm.

"What are those for?"

"Well this one is more medication for his IV. It provides nutrients to the bloodstream, as the blood being pumped to and from his heart the nutrients will hopefully make it stronger. Looking at his vitals, his heart seems to get weaker by the hour."

"And that one?"

"This one…its for the pain." She looked at Sam as his sleepy brown eyes opened.

"Hey Sam. I'm going to give you some medicine right now that's going to make you feel kind of yucky for the first couple of minutes, but it will go away soon okay?" She said kindly.

"…Okay."

Sam's reply was almost inaudible, but Dean heard it, and that's all that mattered.

"Were going to run some more tests on his heart and I'll let you know what I find out."

"Alright thanks Syd."

"No problem, and Dean?"

"Yeah."

"You remember that promise I made you right?"

"Yeah. He's going to be fine."

"That's it. I'll be back later." She closed the door on her way out.

"I'm scared Dean" Sam said quietly. A small tear fell from the corner of his eye, his next breath making his entire body shake.

" It's okay Sam, there's nothing to be scared of, your going to be okay. I wont let anything happen to you. You remember that alright."

Sam shut his eyes and let out a low sigh. Dean watched for his baby brother's chest to rise again, but it didn't.

"Sam? Sammy!"

The loud, long screech of the two monitors sent Dean into shock. The red light over Sam's bed started to blink incessantly. Dean quickly ran into the hall and screamed for help as soon he saw the continuous, green,flatline run across the small screen.

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TBC.

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