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When Sam wakes up several hours later, Dean is sitting at his side. As soon as Sam lays eyes on Dean, his expression turns to one of disbelief, and uncertainty. Due to the mask, he can only whisper a few muffled words. "De...What...doing...here?"
Dean moves closer to Sam, and tells him. "Jim called me. Me and Dad got here a few hours ago." He angrily wipes away a tear as he asks Sam. "Why the hell didn't you tell me, Sammy?! I would've tried to help."
Alana then walks into the room, and seeing Sam's efforts to speak to his brother, she quickly swaps his mask for a nasal cannula so he can speak more easily. Once she's done, she moves towards the back of the room, allowing Sam and Dean some space.
"I'm sorry, Dean. I just, I never wanted you to see me ...like this. You were always Dad's favorite, and I was the stuff-up, I couldn't let myself be a burden to you." Sam tells his older brother, his best friend, sadly.
"But I should've been there for you, I'm meant to look after you." Dean says guiltily, as he continues to berate and beat himself up he adds. "I never should've taken Dad's side that day, when you left. I should've known there was something going on."
Sam, clearly getting weaker, tells Dean. "I never wanted you there, I couldn't bare hurting you like that." He pauses, trying to catch his breath. "I'm sorry, Dean."
Before Dean can say anymore, Sam's eyelids slip shut, and his whole body visibly relaxes. Dean instantly turns to Alana, in fear, and asks. "What's going on? Is he alright?!"
Alana looks at Sam, and straight away she stops what she is doing, and comes over to Dean, as she places a comforting hand on his arm, she tells him. "He has slipped into a coma." Dean looks between her and Sam disbelievingly, as she goes on to say. "It is to be expected at this point."
Despite the devastating news, and Dean's overwhelming need to escape, he stays at Sam's side.
Later that evening, Dean has left Sam, just long enough to get something to eat. As he walks into the kitchen, he overhears John talking to someone on the phone. "...can be there in a few days... ...Yeah, no major hold up, it'll be taken care of soon, and I'll be there."
Dean can't help the surge of anger that comes over him upon hearing this. No major hold up?! No, it's just your own son on his fucking deathbed! You sonva bitch!
Reacting on instinct, Dean lunges at his father, knocking the phone from his hand as he forces him to the ground. "You bastard! How dare you!?!" Dean screams as he lays into his father, punching and kicking him in a fury fueled rage.
John, caught by surprise, fights back against his son's attack, with little success. As he lies there, taking every blow, John pleads with Dean. "Dean, what're you doing?! Stop!"
Dean doesn't slow down as he screams at John. "This is your fault, you bastard! Sam never would've left, and I would've been there for him through all this! But you, you kept pushing and pushing him, and now he's dying, and you call him no major hold up, how dare you?! How fucking dare you!?!"
At that moment, Jim walks into the room, and sees the fight. He quickly pulls Dean away from his father, and takes him outside to talk. Dean needs it.
The next day, Dean has barely left Sam's side since his fight with John, and is now alongside his father and Jim as Alana prepares to start disconnecting Sam from all the medical equipment, except for one line to give him pain medication. They have decided that it is time to let him go peacefully, he's suffered for long enough.
Before she starts, Alana looks up at each of them in turn, and compassionately enquires. "Are you ready?"
John and Jim nods, while Dean asks. "When you do this, is he going to..." He still struggles to say it. "die straight away? Or what? I mean, how's this gonna happen?"
Alana smiles gently at Dean as she sympathetically answers. "It could be minutes, or hours, possibly even days, it varies greatly, but most likely he won't live through the night."
Dean barely acknowledges Alana or anyone else in the room, except Sam, as Alana expertly disconnects him from the life prolonging equipment.
In the early hours of the next morning, Dean is resting at Sam's bedside, when Alana gently shakes him awake.
After a moment of confusion, Dean looks over to his brother. Sam's breathing is shallow, and he is clearly struggling. Dean jumps out of his seat, and moves closer to Sam, taking hold of his hand. "Sammy?!"
Alana steps close to Dean, and gently tells him. "It won't be long now. I thought you'd want to be with him."
"You're sure? Can't you do something?" Dean questions, even though he knows that this is what Sam wants.
"It's his time." Alana replies simply before moving away to give Dean the space he clearly needs. She has only known him a couple of days, but the bond between him and her patient is obvious.
Dean silently sits down on the side of Sam's bed, and keeps one hand holding Sam's, and places the other on Sam's head, and strokes it gently, comforting his baby brother.
Dean is lying alongside Sam, holding him, when he suddenly notices that Sam chest isn't moving, he isn't breathing. Dean looks up at Alana, who just smiles reassuringly as she turns the sound off on the heart monitor, knowing what will happen next.
Dean fights back his urge to run as he feels Sam slipping away in his arms.
Oh god, this can't be happening.
This is so fucked up, he's just a kid!
Why is this happening?
Dean doesn't even notice when Alana calls John and Jim into the room, and John sits down by the bed, all he's aware of is Sam, and the steadily weakening throb of his heart beat.
And then, it stops.
Dean doesn't even notice the tears cascading down his face as he looks up at Alana questioningly, needing confirmation.
Alana meets Dean's glance, along with those of Jim and John, and sympathetically tells them. "He's gone." Before she makes a note of the time, and leaves the family, clearly heartbroken, alone to grieve.
As Alana walks out of the room, she passes Jim in the doorway. "At least they were here." She murmurs to him softly.
"At least they got to say goodbye." Jim replies in an equally hushed tone, despite his own sadness he's relieved that Dean and John got to see Sam before his death.
The end.
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