Hey everyone thanks for all the reviews for the last chapter. Sorry for the delay in updates not my fault I promise the website wouldn't let me udpate it. So here is the next chapter and I hope it was worth the wait.
Disclaimer—Don't own them still, sad but true.
Chapter 21
"Sam? Sam!" Dean shook his brother roughly trying desperately to get a response from his brother's limp body. "Sam, come on. Open your eyes!"
Sam's body rolled limply with Dean's touch. His head rocking back and forth on the hard asphalt. Desperately Dean placed his fingers to Sam's neck and was relieved when he felt a pulse. It was stronger than he had expected.
"Hello? Are you still there? Hello?" The operator's voice rang in over Dean's phone.
Dean gingerly picked up the phone between his bloody hands and placed it to his ear. "He's not breathing!"
"Does he have a pulse?"
"Yes, he does." Dean said keeping his fingers to Sam's neck to reassure himself that Sam was still hanging on. At least for now.
"Is it strong?" The operator was keeping her voice calm. More than likely to keep Dean calm.
"Yes." Dean said looking over Sam's desperately pale face. The memory of the fight from earlier still vivid in his mind and his heart filled with guilt. He didn't hear the operator telling him that an ambulance would be there shortly. The only thing he could see or focus on at all was his brother's dying body.
"Sam, can you hear me?" Dean asked placing his hand on Sam's forehead and pulling back an eyelid to peer at Sam's pupils. He was relieved when he saw a reaction. He shook his brother's shoulders gently hoping that he could get his brother to wake. If he could Sam might have a better chance of surviving this.
"Sam, come on I need you to wake up for me. Sam?"
Sam watched his brother shaking his limp body. He circled around not quite sure where he was supposed to go or what he was supposed to do. He was out of pain for the moment but he knew that he wasn't dead. Not yet anyway. He could hear his heart pounding somewhere off in the distance. The steady thump gave him something to hold onto.
"Sammy, please wake up. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for everything. Please, just don't die on me." Dean pleaded to his unresponsive body.
Sam felt himself go weak in the knees. Dean never pleaded like that. He had never once heard his brother call for him like that, with pure desperation in his voice. Sam wanted more than anything to be able to wrap his arms around his older brother. To tell him that he was right here. That he wasn't going anywhere.
"Sam?"
It wasn't Dean that called his name this time. He turned and saw the spirit of the person he wanted to see more than anyone else in the world. Her long blonde hair bounced gently against her back. Her bright eyes peering up into his dark ones.
"Jess?" Sam was filled with disbelief. He reached out a hand and caressed Jess' cheek gently.
"Sam, you can't come yet. It's not your time. You need to keep fighting." Jess said gently holding Sam's hand in her own.
"I don't want to go anywhere. My brother needs me, but how the hell am I supposed to get back in my body?" Sam asked confused.
"With a little help." Jess smiled sadly at him and gave his fingers a soft kiss. "Don't worry Sam. We will be together again. Someday." She placed her hand over the spot where Sam had been shot. He didn't feel anything but he heard Dean gasp.
Sam spun around and saw the spot that Jess was touching on him was closing up the wound slightly. Not all the way but just enough to slow the blood flow and he felt a sharp tug. He glanced back at Jess but she just shook her head and disappeared. He felt another sharp tug and this time didn't fight it.
Dean watched in a stunned silence as Sam's wound stopped flowing so heavily. The wound closed slightly. Dean reached a hand forward to touch the wound gingerly but jumped back as Sam sat up gasping for air.
"Sam!" Dean raced to his brother's head and helped support his brother in an upright position, while his brother continued to swallow a big lungful of air.
"Dean, next time take the bullet yourself." Sam croaked after a minute and was able to breathe properly again.
"Sure thing, Sam. Sure thing." Dean smiled lovingly down into his brother's tired and worn face. He knew Sam was in a lot of pain. The sound of sirens rounding the corner made his smile widen. He knew now Sam was going to be ok. The damn black dog hadn't gotten him. Four down, one to go.