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Dean watched in horror as Chelsea pulled a large knife from her pocket, holding it gingerly between her thin fingers.
"You know Dean, if you had just chosen none of this would've happened. You could've lived happily ever after with one of your siblings – now your all gonna die. So I ask you Dean, was it really worth it? Was one sibling's lives more important than all of you" she inquired but Dean couldn't answer, he was still getting choked by the witch, his face turning cherry red.
Chelsea laughed and threw Dean backwards; his head hit the bedside table with a sickening crunch and stars flashed in front of his eyes.
He took a deep breath and tried to blink away the fuzziness, feeling the slow flow of blood trickle down his temple which caused nausea to flutter in his stomach.
"You could've gotten rid of one of your burdens Dean, got a chance to be free but you gave up that chance. Why Dean? Why not just kill them?" she inquired.
"You BITCH" he spat out, getting slowly to his feet, holding the table for support.
"They are my brother and sister, I love them and no matter how hard it gets – it's my job" he said which just made Chelsea laugh, spinning the knife in her fingers.
"Oh you love them do you? Yeah, I'm sure, because if you did you would've chosen but now… your sister is having a brain seizure and your brother is about to be sliced in half" she cackled out before kicking dean in the stomach so he keeled over, breathing deeply.
Chelsea moved forward and grabbed Sam's hair, lifting him upwards holding the knife to his throat.
"I want you to see this Dean" She muttered, prepared to cut into Sam's neck before their dad came through the door, a stack of books in his hands.
"Hey kids, I found some…" but he trailed off at the sight in front on him.
"Son of a bitch" His dad growled out, dropping the ton of books that he carried and ripping out his .45 from his waistband.
The doctors at Roseward hospital were stumped. Their patient Jade Winchester was admitted earlier that day having seizures but they didn't know why. They tried every test under the sun to come up with a reason why the young girl was admitted – they found nothing.
Doctor Gomel looked over the patients records. For the first time in his career he was well and truly stumped.
He was lost in his thoughts until Nurse Cameron ran up to him claiming his patient, Jade, was having a seizure.
He ran to her room and saw the patient thrashing about the bed, her eyes rolling.
God help us, he thought before getting prepared to work.
Sam watched as his dad pulled the gun from his waistband and pointed it at Chelsea.
"You put my son down NOW" his dad threatened, fury evident in his eyes.
Sam could hear the witch sigh angrily and she gripped his hair tighter, pulling some hair from his scalp.
"Dammit" She growled out and kicked Sam away from her so he landed on the floor with a grunt, landing on his already cracked ribs from where she threw him into the wall.
"No matter, No matter, at least one of you gets punished – poor Jade eh? I would give her two minutes tops" The witch said, laughing at everyone's distraught looks.
Sam's heart lurched painfully. Jade. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't leave his sister alone, he had to help her. All his life she was there, helping him, making him laugh, always there for him… he needed her. Dean always said he was sure that when they born they were Siamese twins as they were so alike, saying the same things, thinking the same, hell even knowing what each other were feeling. He couldn't let her down. He wouldn't let her down.
Before Sam had time to knock the stuffing out of Chelsea three shots were fired off, one after another – straight into Chelsea's chest and she crumpled to the floor, dead.
Sam looked up, expecting to see his dad holding the gun that had just fired but instead he saw Dean. Dean was holding one of his own guns that was smoking from just being fired, anger evident in his face.
"Served the bitch right" he spat out and limped forward, gingerly pulling Sam to his feet.
"Good job son" his dad praised, before frowning slighting, worry creasing his face.
"Where's Jade? What did she mean about two minutes?" His dad asked.
Instead of answering, Dean and Sam raced out of the room, desperate to find their sister.
Jade knew she was slipping. She tried to hang on but there was nothing to keep her from falling. It was like a slippery surface and the harder she tried to grab a hold of something the quicker she would fall into the darkness.
The more she fell the harder it was to remember things, her name, her friends, her family. Each second that passed her loved one's faces were getting more blurred.
Jade wasn't ready to die, she actually liked living no matter how hard life got. She would miss her dad but most of all she would miss her brothers. They were her life and she couldn't let them go.
The darkness tightened around her chest making it hard to breath.
Dammit, she thought, I'm not ready – I'm not gonna give up she thought fiercely before bright white lights assaulted her vision, burning her retinas no doubt.
She looked up groggily, confused at the sudden onslaught of light because she was sure it was dark. Doctors and nurses in scrubs were peering down at her, shock written all over their faces.
"Hi" She said brightly, happy to be alive.
Dean raced to the car, his dad and his brother in tow. While they were speeding to the hospital both Sam and Dean tried to fill their dad in on what happened.
His dad was angry, Dean saw, but he knew that under that façade he was just as worried about Jade as he and Sam were… his dad just wasn't good at showing his emotions.
They skidded in the parking lot – not even caring if they ran anyone over – and dashed through the corridors of the hospital; they're feet eating up the ground.
Dean burst through Jade's door and almost laughed with relief at the sight on front on him.
Jade was standing up, getting restrained by a doctor and two nurses. She looked pissed off about something, her arms flailing about as if to prove a point.
"Excuse me…you have no right to keep me here, you let me go this inst…" But she trailed off as she looked over at her family.
"Would someone please tell me what the hell is goi…" but her voice was muffled by Dean's chest because he had raced forward and took her in his arms, his eyes filling up with tears at the sight of his little sis.
"Uh Dean, your kinda killing my ribs" She gasped out and Dean shakily let go of her, pulling back to peer at her and make sure that everything was okay.
"Dean, what was tha…" but she was interrupted yet again by Sam racing forward and spinning her around, lifting her off her feet.
"Oh thank god you're okay" His little brother said, still lifting her off the ground.
Jade laughed a full hearty laugh which made Dean's heart swell with happiness.
"Well duh brother, you think a simple wi…" she started to say before she looked nervously towards the doctors and nurses who were still staring at them in awe.
"I mean illness can keep me down for long, I don't think so" she said which made Dean laugh. She was okay, Sam was okay and that was all that mattered – at least to him, and he was determined to keep it that way.
So was it okay? Reviews are appreciated.
So next chapter I was thinking about doing one where Sam is leaving for Stanford, like when he gets the letter and the fight with his dad etc. what do you think about that? Yeah? No?
Peace out! :)