Consequences.

Summary: Sam and John are always butting heads. When a hunt doesn't end well for Dean and John, Sam is blamed. But is Sam hurt too? Limp!Sam.

Sam: 18 Dean: 22

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. Jared's on my wish list though! Lol!

AN: Thanks guys for all the reviews! You're awesome. However, this is the last chapter. Sorry and sorry for the wait (I've been mega busy)! Tell me if you want a sequel though, I do have an idea!

Chapter 7.

John sighed as he stood in an empty hospital room. The YED's symbol drawn on the floor in chalk. The candle's lit. He'd preformed the ritual with accurate precision; a bandage now wrapped around the lower part of his left arm. However, he was alone.

Sighing again, tears falling down his face, John sat on the bed. This was his last chance to save his baby boy. And he'd failed. Placing his head in his hands, he cried his heart out.

"Awww. What's the matter Johnny?" A voice rang out and John jumped up, coming face to face with a woman, her black hair swaying behind her shoulders.

"Who are you?" John asked.

"I'm Azazel's…replacement. You could say". She replied.

"Replacement?" John was confused.

The woman laughed. "Yeah. Sammy boy used his powers and totally obliterated Azazel. Looked painful".

John shook his head. "He wouldn't".

The woman smiled. "Doesn't matter anyway". Her eyes flashed red. "You wanna make a deal". She laughed at John's look of confusion. "Well, you wouldn't be calling Azazel for any other reason. Right?"

John nodded.

She smiled lightly. "What do you want then John?"

"Sammy" John's answer was simple. "I want him alive and healthy".

She smiled wickedly. "And what do I get?"

"My soul" Was John's answer.

"You sure you wanna do that Johnny boy? Because Sammy's our prodigal leader. As soon as he's up again we're gonna be out to get him on our side". She chided, a large grin on her face.

"You won't touch him!" John growled.

"Well Johnny, if you make this deal, you won't be around to do anything" She laughed evilly. "So. What's it gonna be?"

Dean woke to an empty room. "Dad? Sammy?" Then he remembered the previous night. "Sam! Dad!"

Rushing out of the room, Dean ran to Sam's room. "Sammy?" Dean brothe a sigh of relief when he saw Sam sleeping peacefully.

"Dad?" Dean walked round the hospital. Where was dad? He had to apologise. He let his anger get the better of him. He knew it wasn't his father's fault. If anything, it was his. It was his idea for Sam to trick the demon. "Dad?" Dean repeated, going outside. The impala was still in the lot; he hadn't left.

Walking back inside, Dean decided John might have just gone for coffee, so he went back to John's room.

However, he didn't get there.

As Dean walked past a room, he noticed a flurry of doctors working on a patient.

A patient he recognised as his father.

"Dad!" Dean yelled rushing in. A nurse tried to stop him but Dean yelled. "That's my dad!" Tears were pouring down his face.

"Clear!" The doctor yelled, placing the paddles on John's chest.

John's body jolted up, then fell back down. The nurse shook her head.

"Start compressions and push an amp of Atropine!" The doctor yelled and the nurses followed his orders obediently.

The monotone noise continued.

"I'm sorry doctor" The nurse said, causing the doctor to sigh.

"Alright" He said. "I'll call it" The tears flew faster down Dean's face. "Time of death. 4: 27 am".

Dean found himself in his father's room, half an hour later; clutching John's jacket tightly. It was all he had left of his father.

Tears fell onto the jacket and Dean made no movement to them; he just clutched the jacket tighter.

As he did, a piece of paper fell out. Jacket still in hand, Dean picked it up.

Dean, Sam

I'm sorry. So sorry for everything I've put you through. But I know I can't make that up to you, so I want you to know I'm sorry and I love you.

Sammy. I'm so proud of you for everything you've done. When you said you got into school, I was so proud of you. I guess I was just worried, worried that I couldn't protect you. Guess that didn't turn out well, huh? But I'm sorry Sammy. I love you, my baby boy.

Dean. I'm so proud of you too. You excel as a hunter and you always protect Sammy. I love you son, do me proud. I know you can.

I love you both so much. Don't blame yourselves for what I'm about to do, but Sammy, I'm not gonna let you die son. I can't. I won't. I'm sorry boys, but I have to do this. I love you both, stay safe.

Dean folded the note back up and put it in his pocket, the tears flowing freely. There was only one thing his dad could be talking about. He'd made a deal. Dean had only read about it once while flicking through his Dad's journal. It was the only way he could have been sure that it'd save Sam.

"Dad" Dean whispered and hugged the jacket once more.

He made his way to Sam's room and took his little brother's limp hand in his.

"You gotta wake up now Sammy. You gotta, or else….Dad…Dad'll be gone for nothing. Please Sammy. I need you. I can't deal with this on my own".

Dean watched for any sign of movement. When he got none, he sighed and placed his head on Sam's chest, once again falling asleep.

"Dean?" The small whisper woke Dean the next morning and when Dean looked up, he was glad he was a light sleeper. When he looked up, he saw the big piercing blue eyes of Sam looking back at him.

"Sam?" Dean whispered and hugged his brother tightly.

"Sammy" He smiled brightly. Sam was gonna be ok.

"Uh…Dean?" Sam gasped and Dean pulled back.

"Sorry Sammy" He noticed Sam's wince. "You ok?"

Sam nodded. "My ribs just hurt a bit".

Dean frowned. "You sure? Nothing else hurting?"

Sam shook his head. "They probably haven't healed yet".

Dean looked confused. "Doc tell you what happened?"

Sam nodded.

Dean smiled lightly. "How long you been awake?"

"Couple of hours" Sam replied and looked around. "Where's dad?"

Dean sighed, tears escaping his eyes. The doctor obviously didn't tell him what happened.

Sam caught the pained expression on his brother's face and gasped, his eyes widening slightly as tears fell down his face.

This caused more tears to fall down Dean's face and he hugged Sam; both brother's clinging to each other for support.

Sam's body shook with his sobbing and Dean pulled his little brother in closer. "It's gonna be ok Sammy. I promise"

Dean sighed lightly as Sam's body continued to shake. Sam had always fought with their father, but Dean knew Sam cared, and his little brother was taking it really hard.

Sam's sobs reduced and he looked at Dean; face red.

"I'm sorry Dean" Sam whispered.

"S'fine Sammy. Everything's gonna be ok" Dean replied as he stroked Sam's hair. "Get some sleep. You look tired".

Sam nodded laying back into the matress, quickly falling into a deep slumber.

Dean smiled sadly and sighed. He hated seeing his brother in pain or upset.

"Sammy"

"So, is he ok to leave?" Dean asked Dr Wilson, the next day.

Dr Wilson nodded, but he looked dumbstruck. "It's like a miracle. The internal contusions are gone. The cerebral oedema's vanished. He must have some sort angel".

Dean smiled sadly. 'Dad' He thought, touching the note in his pocket.

"…I'll have the paper's drawn up for his release" He heard Dr Wilson finish and Dean nodded.

"I'll go tell Sammy" Dean said.

Dr Wilson nodded and walked away to the reception.

Dean smiled lightly, glad that Sam was ok, and entered the room.

"Hey Sammy" Dean greeted.

Sam turned to look at Dean and smiled. "Doc say I can go?"

Dean nodded. "Perfectly healthy".

Sam frowned. "But how Dean? I was a goner".

Dean sighed and pulled out the letter. He didn't say anything, merely handed it to Sam.

Tears flew down Sam's face as he read it. "This is my fault. I caused this. God, I'm sorry Dean". He placed the letter on the bed and rubbed his face with his hands.

Dean shook his head. "Nah Sammy. It wasn't your fault".

Sam looked at Dean with pleading eyes. "Don't lie to me Dean".

"I'm not lying Sam! And how would you know anyway!?"

Sam sighed. "Because I caused it. Because I wouldn't let him get away!"

"What are you talking about Sam?"

Sam sighed once more. "I killed him. I used my powers…and I killed him" Tears fell down Sam's face. "I knew it'd happen…but I didn't care. I couldn't let him get away".

"Damnit Sam!" Dean said angrily. "Why? We could have gotten him later"

Sam had seemed to shrink under his gaze. "Sorry".

Dean sighed and gathered his thoughts. Sam already felt bad. Smiling lightly, Dean said. "Doesn't matter Sammy. I'm proud of you". Because he was. It may have been an unorthodox way, but Sam had killed the demon, and Dean was damn proud of his baby brother.

Sam smiled. "You ready?" He asked, already having his stuff packet.

Dean nodded and Sam smiled, swinging the duffel onto his shoulder.

"We got work to do".

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