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This is something a little special for the new Supernatural premiere tonight.
Please tell me what you think!
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Before even looking at Dean, Sam sat down in the cold, plastic chair. He didn't want to see what was poking and prodding his brother. He had seen Dean with wires in him when he had been electrocuted but it didn't suddenly make it easier to see his big brother in such a vulnerable position. Sam closed his eyes and braced himself before opening them.
Sam sucked in a breath when he laid his eyes upon Dean. Sam was right about the wires poking and prodding Dean, he had a ventilator shoved into his mouth along with a feeding tube attached to him. His head was wrapped up with white gauze to hide the wounds he had obtained. Sam let his eyes wander up and down his brother's body. Now Dean looked somewhat hydrated. His lips weren't as chapped as they had been when Sam had first found him. Dean was still just as skinny as the last time Sam had seen him. The doctors weren't putting much food into him by the look of things.
He wasn't wearing a shirt but there were bandages covering his whole chest. There was an IV drip intruding his left hand. Despite all the wires, Dean's amulet was laying neatly on top of everything—almost as a sign that everything was gonna be okay.
Smiling, Sam took Dean's hand and pressed it gently to his forehead. He felt the emotions from the last couple days escape the bottle. He had held it together pretty well while looking for Dean. Actually, he hadn't let one tear slip. Not even when finding Dean had seemed next to impossible. He had been too focused on Dean's condition to let emotions to show at that point.
Feeling the warmth of his brother's hand on his forehead, Sam finally let the tears fall. He felt the sobs quaking through his body. He was somewhat glad that Dean was in a coma because he would have woken him up with the loud sobs permeating the room. Well, he wasn't glad Dean was in a coma, but you know what Sam means.
Sometime later, Sam pulled himself together. He heard the beeping of the monitors in the background along with the compression of the ventilator helping Dean breathe. Wiping the remainder of the tears from his face, Sam placed Dean's hand back on the bed and leaned back in his chair. Propping his leg up on his opposite knee and folding his arms over his chest, Sam took in the site of his older brother.
It was hard to see Dean likes this. All his life, Dean had been the one who made sure Sammy was alright. He made sure that he wasn't hurt. He made sure he was feed and taken care of. He made sure he did his homework and the bullies wouldn't get him at school. Now, it was Sam's turn to make sure Dean pulled through.
Taking Dean's hand again, Sam held it and looked at the comatose form of his only brother. "Dean, I'm here, man. I need you to wake up. Those days…when I was away from you… You were the only thing I was thinking about." Sam lowered his head and shook it, feeling the tears begin to pool.
"I fought off a bear to get to you. And won. I'm no sissy." Sam chuckled and looked at Dean's hand. "You did good. Staying alive those five days. I know you're tired. Tired of everything… but Dean… I need you. You can't leave me here. When we find Dad, we're gonna rip each other's heads off. I need you Dean. Dad needs you." Sam wiped a stray tear that had leaked down his face.
"You've always told me you wanted to go down fighting and that you wanted a noble death. This isn't a noble death. Make it through this, and you can have it. Just don't leave me Dean. I need you."
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I hurt… So tired… Why can't I open my eyes…? What's going on? Where's Sam? SAMMY? …I hear him… He's talking to me. Everything must be alright… Okay, I can go back to sleep now…
"I need you."
He needs me. I can't leave him. But I want to sleep. I don't want to open my eyes. But I need to if I want to see Sam. What happened? I can't remember… Maybe Sammy knows. I can ask him if I just open my eyes… They won't open. I guess that means I go back to sleep…
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Sam was jolted awake by his phone ringing. He fumbled for it and pressed the green button. "Yeah?"
"Where are you?" Bobby's voice came on the other end.
Sam shook his head trying to remove the remaining grogginess. His voice was hoarse from last night. "Dean's room."
"I thought you weren't being released until later today," Bobby said, confused.
"My doctor released my early. Did you get the Impala?" Sam asked looking around the room until his eyes landed on Dean. Maybe hearing his baby's name would help pull him out of his coma.
"Yeah, it's in the parking lot. What's the room number?" Sam gave the room number and hung up after Bobby said he'd be up in a couple minutes.
Sam didn't remember falling asleep last night. He remembered talking to Dean until late. It was something they did. When one was sick or hurt, they just talked. They talked for hours because it comforted the other- along with themselves. That's what Sam did. He talked to Dean. He tried to get responses. Tiny ones like moving his toes or fingers. He didn't get a single response. Sam had hoped for something but nothing came.
"Poor kid."
"Hey Bobby," Sam muttered, looking up at the older hunter. "Thanks for coming."
"No problem. What did the doctor say?" Bobby took the only remaining chair and absorbed the site of Dean.
"He's in a coma because his body didn't have enough energy to keep himself functioning and heal his injuries. He has a fever that's staying at 102. They can't get it to go down. They can't pull him out of it because it isn't a medicated coma. Nelson, his doctor, told me that he will come out of the coma eventually."
"How long?"
"I don't know. He didn't say." Neither hunter said anything. They sat there in silence.
"I talked to him for hours last night. Trying to get a response from him but… I got nothing. Bobby, what if he doesn't make it?" Sam leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees. He hissed in pain as his arm began to throb in disagreement with the movement. He pulled his arm to his torso.
"You know your brother better than anyone. Do you think he'll pull through?" Bobby ignored the piss of pain Sam gave and leaned back in his chair.
"He lasted five days without food or water and was injured. If he could make it through that, he can beat this." Sam said out loud for -more his sake-Bobby's because he needed to hear the words spoken to believe them.
"He's stubborn. He'll wake up 'cuz he wants to know if you're alive. You know him," Bobby said trying to comfort Sam.
Sam looked at Dean. "I hope you're right."
