WARNINGS PLEASE READ!- This plot runs mostly of my own ideas so if there is anything that isn't right or true according to the show its because I made it up :)

ANOTHER WARNING! - This one's a bit short but its because I'm low on ideas :/

DISCLAIMER - This is a FANFICTION people! Kripke and all involve in the writing and making of Supernatural obviously would not write such a thing so yeah, that's me disclaiming all characters and events in the tv show featured in my fanfic.

Very quick update :) Sort of in the Supernatural mood what with season 7 getting so exciting. Bobby don't die!

Dean hit the back of his head off the metal door and closed his eyes. He sighed, pulling his knees up closer to himself. The thirst had started to come back and his throat started to numb.

"Oh balls." Bobby breathed, reading one of his books.

"What?" Sam stopped pacing and looked at the old hunter.

"The venom it..."

"It what?" Sam demanded, his voice breaking in desperation.

"It says here that the venom pierces the internal veins and seeps inside them, forming what appears to be a heart attack.

Sam had no words. "We've gotta find him!" He finally said.

"Alistair." Dean croaked, he had lost a lot of his strength and was starting to accept that he would die here, painfully.

"So if Alistair was last seen here," Sam circled a square on the map with red marker. "Then Dean must be," He drew a small line to another square and circled it. "Here!" Sam looked up at Bobby.

"Lets go then." Bobby said, he quickly grabbed his coat and they both ran out to the Impala.

Dean crawled slowly across the cold metal floor, coughing blood up from his deprived lungs and cringed as he did. The venom was starting to kill him, he'd been given so much of it over time that he didn't crave it anymore, it was killing him.

Dean's arm gave way and his shoulder went to the floor, but he let it. He dropped his other arm and fell to his side. His throat was agony as he coughed and the blood splattered out of his mouth onto the floor. Pain suddenly ripped through his chest, a feeling of tightness and pressure added to the pain causing him to let out a sharp groan.

This was it, this was when he would die, here covered in blood with no shirt of shoes in this dark room. He put his head down, blood trickling out of his lips as he closed his eyes. He was almost peaceful in his death before his lungs began to struggle for oxygen. He started to pant and wheeze and he squeezed his eyes shut tighter.

Then it all kicked off. He saw it in flashes as he drifted in and out of consciousness. The floor broke off the hinges and slammed down on the floor.

"Dean!" Sam's voice echoed through the room as he flew down to his knees beside his brother.

"S-am-y." Dean wheezed between harsh breaths, his voice barely above a whisper as Sam turned him on his back and held his head.

"Bobby, we gotta get him to the hospital!" Sam cried.

"C'mon." Bobby hurried over and helped Sam to haul Dean to his feet. Dean fell limp against Sam as the youngest Winchester pulled his brother's arm around him. Bobby did the same and they both helped to get Dean out into the Impala.

Bobby drove fast as Sam cradled his brother in the back seat.

"How's he doin'?" Bobby called to the back of the car.

Dean groaned painfully as blood spurted out his mouth.

"Just drive!" Sam cried, holding Dean's head in a weak form of comfort. "Hang on Dean."

Dean let out a shriek and gripped his chest. Was he having a heart attack? He took in a harsh, gasping breath and groaned on the exhale.

"Bobby he's drying!" Sam whimpered.

"Hang on son, we're almost there!" Bobby cried.

They pulled up at the hospital and pulled Dean gently out of the Impala. They took him inside and searched for someone to help them.

"Help! Somebody, my brother's having a heart attack!" Sam cried, catching the attention of several doctors and nurses.

The nurses came around with an oxygen mask and some other doctors brought a stretcher. They shifted Dean onto it and onto a gurney, before rushing him down the corridor.

Another nurse approached Sam and Bobby with a clipboard. "I'm sorry sirs but, we need to collect a few details from you."

Sam watched over the nurse's shoulder, before he looked at the nurse, stopping."Details?" He asked, not really aying attention as he was trying to see where they took Dean

"Just some information about the patient and how he sustained his injuries." The nurse smiled reassuringly.

"Look, we were just having dinner at home and he started having difficulty breathing and having chest pains, and coughing up blood-"

"Blood?" The nurse looked at him. "Are you sure this is a normal heart attack?"

"I don't know! What am I, a doctor?"

"I'm sorry, now do you know his name, date of birth, social security number and next of kin?" The nurse asked him calmly, with a friendly smile.

"Yeah um, his name is Dean, Dean Winchester."

"Like the rifle?" The nurse asked, scribbling down on her clipboard.

"Yeah," Sam nodded.

"His date of birth?"

"January 4th, 1979." Sam answered instinctively.

"Social security number?"

"I uh, I dunno." Sam rubbed the back of his head, his mind was frazzled and he just couldn't think straight what with all their fake ID's with a hundred different numbers.

"Okay, and his next of kin."

"Me!" Sam pointed at himself. "Sam-Samuel Winchester."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Winchester, if you'd like to take a seat in the waiting area?" The nurse gestured to their left.

"W- Is he okay?" Sam asked, a dumb question because she was with him not Dean.

"We won't know until later, please." She gestured again to the waiting area.

"C'mon Sam." Bobby placed a hand on the young hunter's shoulder and Sam started to backtrack towards the waiting area. He turned and began to walk towards it as Bobby slung an arm around him on comfort.

"He'll make it, Sam. He always does."

Sam bit his lip, unsure whether Bobby was right or not.

The ECG monitor flatlined, snapping everyone out of their thoughts.

"Clear!" A doctor called and pressed the pads to Dean's pale, bare chest. He convulsed once and fell limp again. "C'mon damn it!"

"Clear!" The doctor called and again, Dean's chest convulsed and fell. "Come back, Damn it!"

"Again." The doctor growled.

"No, he's gone, I'm sorry." Another doctor shook his head.

"Again!" The firts doctor barked.

Holy crap. Dean stared down at his own body, bloody, pale and motionless.

Wake up you son of a bitch! He barked at his own body. Wake up! He tried to punch himself but he fell through.

"One more!" The doctor ordered. "Clear!"

He pressed the pads to Dean's chest again and it convulsed. Dean's eyes shot open and he gasped hard.

"Oh my!" The whole room gasped gasped.

A few nurses screamed as Dean breathed heavily on the table.