John watched Dean, as he began to wake up. He had been fast asleep, cradling Sammy's hand, for a good hour or two. Sam was in the same condition as before, but his heart rate, and blood pressure had finally stabilized. The nurse and doctor walked in to the room. The nurse began to check Sam's vitals, and the doctor walked over to John, and sat down in front of him. The doctor could tell John was exhausted. His eyes were dark, and his face just drooped gloomily.
"Mr. Winchester. We have pushed all of our options, and Sam has not woken up yet. I think it is best if you consider the option of withdrawing care."
"I would never think of doing such thing." John replied, keeping eye contact.
"Sir, I know this is hard, but he has minimal brain activity. Even if he does regain consciousness, which is very slim, he will have significant brain damage. Possible paralysis, and future complications are also big factors. And we can't forget the state his left hand is in. it would need a miracle for this boy to go back to being himself."
"I SAID NO!" John shouted, his face getting red hot. "Just please leave me with my son. J-just please."
John turned back to Sam, leaned in and placed a kiss on the small boy's forehead. He stroked Sam's hair, and looked at Dean, who gave his dad a tiny smile.
"Sammy?"
"Yes mommy?"
"It is time for you to go back to daddy and Dean baby." It pained Mary to have to tell him that.
Sam's face scrunched up, as he began to cry.
"B-but I wann' stay!"
"I know honey," Mary replied, letting tears fall down her cheek,"But you can't be here. It is not time to be with mommy. I promise you will be one day."
Sammy looked up to her, his eyes red from crying. "R'lly?"
"Yes sweetie I promise. Tell daddy and dean that mommy loves them and is watching over them. And tell them to be brave." Mary said.
Sam felt himself getting dizzy, and he yelled out for mommy. But she was no longer there. He felt really cold, and his head hurt. Suddenly, he felt like he was being pulled down. He tried to stay awake, but his eyes could not focus. Suddenly he was falling.
"Daddy? Is Sammy ever gonna' wake up?" Dean asked, while playing with a strand of his comatose brother's hair.
"I don't know Ace. But we both know he is a fighter, and we know he won't give up, until he can't fight anymore."
"But what if he is giving up daddy? What if he can't fight anymore?" Dean said, tears filling his small green eyes.
John walked over, and held his crying son. He held Dean tight against him, while the Boy's body was racked with shaking. Suddenly, there was a little sound. It sounded like a small gasp, and then a sputter. Dean stopped crying, and stared at Sammy.
"D-DADDY! S-SAMMY!"
John glanced over at his youngest son, and saw as the little boy opened his eye, and started to writhe. tears fell down his face, and John could hear the heart-wrenching sound of his son choking.
John threw himself out of the room, and shouted,"HELP! I NEED SOME HELP OVER HERE! SAM IS AWAKE!"
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Omg this story has been so fun to write! I have cried writing this, and I feel like I have been part of this journey. I think there will only be one more chapter, sadly. But thank you for all of those who have faved/followed. AS ALWAYS REVIEWS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!