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Sorry tis taken me so long, but I work 12 hour shifts at the hospital now so not much time to write! I've taken my weekends now for time with my parents and family. I am only 15 so I need a life XD. I'll be writing more and more so at night now so the chapter's may not be as long.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of the character's. I only own the plot for this particular story.
Thanks to Merisha for the tips too!
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"What I'm trying to say, Mr. Winchester, is that Dean is a very sick young man, and at this point we're honestly not sure if he is strong enough to pull through."
John's heart dropped at hearing these very words "Oh God" John suddenly felt light-headed as hands reached out to slow his fall to the ground.
"Easy Mr. Winchester, this news is never easy to hear. Especially when it's your own child."
John was sitting in the chair with the doctor kneeling in front of him, making sure he was ok. "You mean….That my boy could die?" John asked.
The doctor avoided answering John directly, he instead look John straight in the eye and told him "If you think negatively, your son will feel it, you need to believe that he can beat this in order for him to."
"Can we see him?" John asked only now remembering that Sam was standing off to the side, not saying anything.
"In a little while Mr. Winchester, give the nurses some time to settle him into his room. I'll send a nurse out to get you when it's been done." the doctor told them.
Before the doctor walked away John stopped him told him "I never caught your name?"
"Oh sorry.." the doctor looked embarrassed "My name is Dr. Buttafuoco." He quickly walked away when he noticed the shocked looked on John's face.
He turned around quickly when he heard Sam snicker "Dean will have a field day with this when he wakes up." Sam quipped.
They sat in the waiting room in an uncomfortable silence, it was John that finally spoke "Sammy listen I…" he began but was stopped when Sam interrupted him.
"You should be sorry.." Sam spat "You weren't there when we needed you most…you're supposed to be the father, not me and NOT Dean."
John tried to interrupt his tirade "Sammy I really am…"
"SAVE IT…" Sam yelled in frustration "you're not really sorry, but if Dean dies….if he dies…" Sammy stopped yelling and broke down in heart-wrenching sobs.
He'd been running on empty the past few days while taking care of Dean and the exhaustion was now catching up to him.
John caught him as he cried and gently rocked him back and forth, trying to quiet his sobs and he whispered words of comfort to Sammy "I'll make it up to you boys', and that's a promise I intend to keep.
By the time the nurse had made it to the waiting room to inform them that Dean was now settled, she found the eldest Winchester holding his youngest as he slept. He held up a hand to silence her and gently picked Sammy up and motioned for her to lead them to Dean.
Once they got to Dean's room, John was shocked to see how pale he was. It was one of the most terrifying sites John had ever seen. His eldest was as pale as the stark white sheets he was laying on.
He had various monitors attached to his body. The most heart-wrenching one was the ventilator that was breathing for his son.
The nurse whispered quietly "Mr. Winchester, if you'd like, your son can sleep in the vacant bed next to his brother." John nodded his thanks and set Sammy gently down in the bed.
He then went to sit down next to Dean. He picked up Dean's hand and held it for awhile, just relishing the fact that his son was still with them.
A short while later, Sammy woke up and was angered to find that his dad hadn't woken him up to sit with Dean.
"Dad?" Sam demanded "Why the hell didn't you wake me up?"
"Samuel!" his father spoke sharply "I tolerated it before, but not anymore. I am your father and you will…"
"If you were my father, you would've acted like it!" Sam yelled
John sat back stunned "Fine Samuel…If that's how you feel then perhaps I should just leave."
John was now seriously doubting himself. He could just leave now and send Bobby. He was sure Bobby'd be a better then he could ever dream of being.
He stood up and began to leave when one of the alarm's behind him stopped him.
"SAM!" John yelled "HE'S FLATLINING OH GOD GET A DOCTOR!"
Sam ran into the hallway, nearly tripping over his own lanky legs.
Once the team of doctor's got into the room they quickly ushered Sam and John out.
Sam and John quickly forgot their argument and held each other, waiting…for anything.
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Dean opened his eyes and looked around…things were definitely not right.
The air was misty and cold. He couldn't figure out what to do so he just lay there. It wasn't until a warm hand reached out to him and helped him up that he realized something.
He looked into the face of his rescuer, in shock he said "Mom?"