Chapter 7:"Like his brother"
A / N:I'm totally running out of headlines here ;D Okay..soo enjoy it and please R&R! Thank you
Sam woke up laying on a barr.
He looked around totally confused until he discovered Dean sitting next to him and holding his hand.
He saw Dean's mouth moving but didn't hear what he was saying.
Suddenly he felt a sting on his arm which made him flinch and twist his face in pain.
„Sa..."
„Sam..."
After closing and opening his eyes for a few times he concentrated on Dean's voice.
„Sammy?Everything's gonna be okay. I promise, brother. Do you understand me? Please, nod if you understand me", he begged desperately.
Sam slowly nodded.
Then his arm started to twitch.
He looked to his arm and slightly moaned as the twitching went over to his entire body.
Dean started to panic.
All that Sam could hear was the paramedic talking.
„He's seizing...-"
Then blacked out.
OooooooO
It took them a lot of time to restrain him once he had been in his room.
Dean had been watching them worried.
A small tear rolled its way down his cheek.
'Why does he have to suffer like this?', he thought while he watched the sleeping form of his brother. He was tied to his bed, hooked on IVs and heart monitors... He was a prisoner in his own body. Dean knew how Sam was disgusted by himself, so disgusted and sick he tried to kill himself, yet couldn't escape his own prison, his own hell.
'He'd be really mad if I'd make another deal.'
Dean sat down on a chair next to his brother and watched hin.
He looked like a little kid with that innocent look on his face, those brown puppy dog eyes and that chocolate brown hair.
But despite that... Sam had changed.
Dean didn't really know how..
But then it dawned on him.
Sam never used to be so pale.
He had aways had a light sun tan on his skin...but now...
'It's gone', Dean thought. 'He looks like a corpse.. He..he lost the will to live..He used to smile so much...and now? Now he thinks he doesn't deserve to live..that he's an abomination.. a disappointemt... a mistake... a freak of nature.'
Dean grabbed his hand and caressed it.
He whispered.
„Wake up,Sammy. You gotta wake up,man. I need you here.. I can't live without you... I love you, Sammy."
With that said Dean thought he would wake up just like in any other story...
But Sam didn't wake up.
He was struggling.. in his own prison..his own hell...
He was fighting for his life..fighting for a second chance...
to be with Dean again...to hear his stupid senseless jokes... to hear his laugh.. his yelling...to feel him touching his arm or to feel his hug whenever they made up again...
hell to even feel him beating him up.. or calling him stupid names.
But he didn't wake up.
All Dean had in front of him was a coma patient that looked like his brother...
