-1Bobby knew something was wrong. It was almost dark, John would've been at the town by now. Something had happened, Bobby grabbed his phone and tried to call John- but failed to get his friend on the phone. Bobby knew the only way to see if John and his children were fine was to go to the town itself, taking the same route as John took though of course. Bobby quickly grabbed his car keys and stepped out side of his home, hoping things were going smoothly for the Winchester family. It was going to take at least three hours to get to the town, but if Bobby's suspicion was right, then they would only be in the forest which was only an hour away (it took nearly two and a half hours to drive through the forest). Of course though, things weren't going at all smoothly, and Bobby was about to find out as well.
Dean was only barely conscious, Sam was right him, clutching onto his shirt. John had stayed by the other side of Dean, Dean's head was killing him, the pain was too much. Yet he knew that John needed him to stay awake, he couldn't let down his father. They had waited for hours now, just waiting for someone-anyone to come, they had no luck. John had tried to fix the Impala of course but couldn't find any way to fix it, John found that there seemed to be nothing really wrong with it. John tried to jump start the car, using Sam to turn the keys in the car. Nothing he did to the Impala made it start, John didn't give up though, it was only when Dean had called out in pain did John stop and move to his son's side.
"Daddy said you have to stay awake Dean!" Sam said, his voice shaking slightly.
"Sammy, don't worry. I'm…trying" Dean said, feeling yet another sharp, stabbing pain in the back of his head. "Dad, I'm not feeling so well" Dean's eyes kept fluttering shut, though when Dean closed his eyes John would give him a light nudge.
"It'll be okay Dean, someone's coming soon" John promised, he didn't know when though. Dean looked just so out of it, so sick. John didn't understand though, all the doctors gave him the all clear sign. He knew he should've never brought his kids out here, it was too early. Dean cried out in pain, he abruptly sat up, his hands flew up to his head. Sam jumped, fell back from the sudden movement from Dean. Dean fell sideways onto his father's lap.
"Dean, Dean! Come on, stay with me. It'll be okay" John tried to sooth to Dean, Dean was extremely pale and sweating.
"Dad, it, hurts" Dean breathed, he could only feel pain. Everything was too much for Dean's body to handle, Dean knew he was going to die.
"Shh, Bobby will be coming any moment now. Just wait, a bit longer please" John was begging, it hurt him to know Dean was like this. John quickly looked to where Sam was, he was at the edge of the forest, his back turned to John. He wasn't that far away from them though, which John was thankful for.
"Sammy? Come here please" John said, he had meant it in a more sterner voice but that was nothing of what he heard. Sam didn't turn, it was like he wasn't listening to John but to something else. John cursed. "Sam, over here now!" John looked down at the barely moving, or breathing Dean. He couldn't leave Dean alone but, Something was happening to Sam, to not listen to John, Sam always listened to the orders the John gave. Though now he thought something else was happening, he just wished he knew what.
"Dad, what, happening?" Dean asked, eyes clenched shut. John was hugging Dean, not too tightly.
"It's your brother" John answered simply, he glanced back up to Sam who was swaying, looking as if he was going to pass out at any moment. Dean barely opened his eyes, as soon as he saw Sam though.
"Please, go, to Sam, he's not, feeling well" Dean pleaded, John didn't want to leave Dean's side, worried what would happen if he did so. "He, told, me, he…wasn't, feeling good, I, knew, he…" Dean's voice trailed off, and he began to mumble slightly. John looked again at Sam who wasn't moving still, he slowly put Dean down, who was groaning in pain with the movement.
"It's okay, Dean, I'll be back in a moment" John said, running towards Sam. Sam seemed almost vacant, John searched the forest where Sam was looking and saw nothing.
"Sam, come on" John said, grabbing Sam's hand. Though when Sam didn't move John stood in front of Sam's view to the forest. "Sam!" Sam shook his head and stared up at John, tears filling his eyes.
"He lied to me Daddy" John assumed Sam was talking about Dean, which Sam wasn't. It was talking to Sam, saying that he didn't keep his promise. And it was saying it wasn't going to save Dean, though Sam made sure he did everything he asked of him.
"No he didn't, Dean's going to be fine. Come on we got to get back to Dean" Sam nodded weakly and began walking towards the Impala and Dean. Once John saw the state Dean was in, he let go of Sam's hand and ran to Dean.
"Dean! You better be awake" John said, kneeling beside Dean, who's eyes were closed. He looked peaceful, too peaceful for John liking. John panicked, afraid that Dean had passed out, or worse. Dean moved slightly, relief swept through John, though he knew it wasn't over yet.
"Dean!" John's stern voice returned, and was now using it to try to get Dena to wake up. Which, just so happened to work. Dean's eyes fluttered open, slightly. Dean eye's had red veiny lines on the white of his eye. (I know nothing about eyes and what there're names are) Dean was sweating badly and shaking just as bad. His hands were clenched shut and he felt like he's head was going to implode, Dean felt weak, too weak to move. In fact, he barely had enough strength to stay awake. Dean tried to talk, but nothing came out, he bother trying any more.
"It's okay" John said yet again to Dean, just wanting Dean to have another reason to stay awake.
Why is he saying everything's okay, I know it's not. I think even he knows it.
"Dean" Sam said, sitting next to Dean, holding onto Dean's hand. "I helped you, your going to be better" Sam said, a small smile on his face. John turned to look at Sam, what was he implying, he didn't, do something did he.
"Sam, what are you talking about?" John asked, concerned.
"He said, I can't tell you. It's not part of the deal" Dean felt another, sharp pain, shutting John up from asking Sam any more questions.
"Hey, listen to me Dean, It's okay. He'll be here soon" John said, he knew Dean knew who he was talking about. Dean shook his head, swallowing hard. Noticing the blackness on the outskirts of his vision.
"No, it's not" Dean called feel tears running down his face from the pain and emotion, Dean could only turn his head slightly to look at Sam. "I, love you, Sammy…Love you Dad" Dean smiled slightly, with the last of his remaining strength he grabbed the necklace around his neck that he was given to from Mary when he was younger and held it out to Sam, who took it slowly. He wanted to say something more, but life wasn't like the movies, you couldn't say all you wanted then die…it just didn't work like that. He could see the black dots on the edges of his vision. They all spread around his eye site until he couldn't hear, see, or feel anything anymore. John stared blankly at Dean for a few moments before, everything sunk in and told John to hurry.
'Try saving your son!' it was saying, John felt Dean's pulse on his neck. He felt nothing.
"Dean!" John tried CPR, though it wasn't working, inside John knew it wasn't going to work. Maybe, just maybe if they were at the hospital then there could've been a chance, but there was none. John's heart shattered, he wasn't supposed to out live his children. He was happy Sammy was alive, but as he looked up into Sam's eyes and saw the tears and his vacant eyes. He knew he had lost them both. Sam knew what had happened, he didn't need Dean or anyone else to tell him what was going on.
"Dad…" Sam said, not removing his stare from Dean. Sam kneeled beside Dean and hugged him, he gripped the necklace tightly until you could see the white on his knuckles.
"Dean" John said once more, he stood slowly. Staring at Dean's face, now it was pale and peaceful and also…lifeless. "You can't do this to me, Dean! I've already lost one person I love, and now I've lost another, why!" John yelled, everything went quiet and then John heard something he wanted to hear earlier, a car.
Sam was crying so hard he paid no heed to anything, just Dean.
"You promised, you said you'd look after me. Dean, why did you lie?" Sam could feel a lump in his throat. He felt sick, not because he was but because he had lost Dean. Sam could hear two people talking and slightly looked up, he saw Bobby with John. Bobby was hugging John, giving the only support, though John didn't tell him what had happened.
Bobby looked over to Sam and saw Dean lying on the ground beside Sam. There really was something wrong, Dean wasn't blinking. Suddenly Bobby understood, and could himself, feel tears forming behind his eyes.
Note: Please review, and sorry for killing Dean for those who care. Thanks everyone who has reviewed, glad ya'll like it. Hope it doesn't change cause he's dead. looks down