Okay just wanted to let you know this chapter is exactly like the episode In My Time Of Dying with a few exceptions. Also if you haven't noticed I took out anything to do with Sam's psychic abilities and his connection to the yellow eyed demon.

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Chapter 10

A rescue helicopter descends to the scene. Dean and John are unconscious.

"Significant passenger side intrusion. Unresponsive. BP is one eighty over sixty, heart rate is ninety five, ninety five," One of the paramedics said.

"Tell me if they're okay!" Sam screams.

"You have to stay still!" Another paramedic tells Sam.

"Are they even alive?"

"Sammy! You look good. Considering," Dean said.

"Oh, no," Sam moans.

"Man, tell me you can hear me. How's dad? Is he okay?"

A doctor enters the room and speaks to Sam, "Your father's awake. You can see him if you like."

"Thank god," Dean said.

"Doc, what about my brother?"

"Well, he sustained serious injury: blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney. But it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early signs of cerebral edema."

"Well, what can we do?"

"Well, we won't know his full condition until he wakes up. If he wakes up."

"If?"

"I have to be honest-…"

"Oh, screw you, Doc. I'm waking up," Dean said unheard by anyone.

"Most people with this degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. He's fighting very hard. But you need to have realistic expectations," The doctor continues as if he wasn't interrupted.

"Come on, Sam. Go find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me. Sam?"

Sam and Bobby stare at the Impala.

"Oh man, Dean's gonna be pissed."

"Look, Sam. This…this just ain't worth a tow. I say we empty the trunk, sell the rest for scrap."

"No. Dean will kill me if we did that. When he gets better he's gonna want to fix this."

"There's nothing to fix. The frame's a pretzel, and the engine's ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging."

"Listen to me, Bobby. If there's one working part, that's enough. We're not just gonna give up on…"Sam stops.

"Okay. You've got it."

"Here, uh, Dad asked for you to get this stuff for him," Sam said handing over his dad's list.

Bobby looks at the list and frowns, "What's John want with this?"

Sam shrugs, "Protection from the demon?"

Sam stalks into John's room with a duffel bag. Dean meets him at the door and tries to talk to him.

"Sammy! Tell me you can friggin' hear me, man, there's something in the hospital. Now, you've gotta bring me back and we've got to hunt this thing."

"You're quiet," John said.

Sam turns to face John, clearly fuming and tosses the bag on the bed, "Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

"What are you talking about?"

"That stuff from Bobby, you don't use it to ward off a demon, you use it to summon one. You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you? Having some stupid macho showdown?"

"I have a plan, Sam."

"That's exactly my point! Dean is dying, and you have a plan! You know what, you care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own son!"

"No, no, no, guys, don't do this!" Dean said clearly still unheard.

"Don't tell me how I feel! I am doing this for Dean," John said.

"How? How is revenge going to help him? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself, it's the same selfish obsession!"

"Come on guys, don't do this!" Dean said.

"You know, it's funny. I thought it was your obsession too! That demon killed your mother. You begged me to be a part of this hunt. Now if you'd killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened."

"It was possessing you, Dad. I would have killed you too."

"Yeah, and your brother would be awake right now."

Sam walks into Dean's room carrying a paper bag.

"Hey. I think you may be around. And if you are, don't make fun of me for this, but um, well, there's one way we can talk," He said and pulled out a box labeled "Mystical Talking Board.

Dean is standing behind Sam with his arms folded, "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me."

Sam sits on the floor and pulls out the board, "Dean? Dean, are you here?"

"God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party," he said and sat across from Sam. "All right, Sam. This isn't gonna work."

Sam has his hand poised on the pointer. Dean places his fingers on it slowly, concentrating, slides it to YES on the board. Sam gasps.

"I'll be damned," Dean said.

Sam laughs in relief, "It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you, Dean."

"Damn straight," Dean says and starts sliding the pointer again.

"Dean, what ? H? U? Hunt? Hunting? What, are you hunting?"

Dean slides the pointer to yes.

"What is it?"

Dean slides the pointer to spell out R-E-A-P. "I don't think its killing people. I think it's taking them. You know, when their time is up."

"A reaper? Dean. Is it after you?"

Dean slides the pointer to yes.

"If it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it," Sam said.

"Yeah, you can't kill death."

"Man, you're, um…"

"I'm screwed, Sam."

"No. No, no, no, um, there's gotta be a way," Sam said and started pacing the floor. "There's gotta be a way. Dad'll know what to do."

He rushes off to John's room and finds his bed empty.

Sam stares at Dean's body on the bed.

"Dean, are you here? I couldn't find anything in the book. I don't know how to help you. But I'll keep trying, all right? As long as you keep fighting. I mean, come on you can't, you can't leave me alone here with dad, we'll kill each other, you know that. Dean, you've gotta hold on. You can't go, man, not now. We we're just starting to be brothers again and much more. Can you hear me? I promise when you wake up, we'll have lots and lots of sex, Okay?"

Sam is sitting on the edge of Dean's bed stroking his hair. Dean suddenly gasps and begins choking.

"Dean?" He runs to the hallway, "Help! I need help!"

The doctor and nurses rushes in. After minutes the doctor looks at them perplexed.

"I can't explain it. The edema's vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You have some angel watching over you."

"Thanks, doc," Dean says as the doctor leaves. He turns to Sam, "You said a reaper was after me?"

"Yeah."

"How'd I ditch it?"

"You got me. Dean, you really don't remember anything?"

"No. Except this pit in my stomach. Sam, something's wrong."

Sam smiles and kisses Dean to ease his worry. Dean moans and pulls Sam closer and deepens the kiss. There was a knock on the door and Dean and Sam pull apart just in time to see their father come in the room.

"How you feeling, dude?"

"Fine, I guess. I am alive," Dean answers.

"That's what matters."

"Where were you last night?" Sam asks.

"I had some things to take care of."

"Well, that's specific."

"Come on, Sam," Dean pleads.

"Did you go after the demon?"

"No."

"You know, why don't I believe you right now?"

"Can we not fight? You know, half the time we're fighting, I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Sammy, I, I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?" John pleads with his younger son.

"Dad, are you alright?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm just a little tired. Hey, son, would you, uh, mind getting me a cup of caffeine?"

"Yeah. Yeah, sure," Sam said and leaves. John stares after him sadly.

"What is it?" Dean asks.

Dean and Sam hover inside the door of John's room while doctors and nurses work on their father. One of the nurses tries to push them out.

"No, no, no, it's our dad. It's our dad!" Dean said. "Come on," He pleads.

"Okay, stop compressions," the doctor said.

"Still no pulse," one the nurses says.

"Okay, that's it everybody."

"No," Dean pleads.

"I'll call it. Time of death: ten forty-one am," the doctor said.

"No, Dean, no." Sam leans into his big brother and tries not to let the tears to fall.

TBC...