As promised, here is the next chapter. Hope you enjoy it. Remember that this is not the end of the story.
It was a dream, or somewhere within the dream realm at least. Dean knew this, but it was so intense. He could feel his brother screaming for him, yelling "Help, Dean, help me!" That was impossible at best, though. The younger man hadn't so much as spoke at a normal level for weeks. He was much too weak to. Dean felt it, though, as broadly as if it were one of Sam's weirdo dreams. He saw as Sammy was ripped away from him, out of his grasp, screaming for him. He couldn't get him back, couldn't make things right. All he could do was watch as the air was stolen from his baby brother and he choked to death. Shaking himself to fight the dream realm, his eyes opened- to the sight of Sam struggling. Sam didn't make a sound, couldn't, but he was struggling for air. 'This can't be happening.' His baby brother had been just fine when he nodded off, a bit weaker than usual but fine. Telling him that he was loved, that they needed him here hadn't helped at all. The dream was coming true, his baby brother, his whole life, was dying before his eyes.
Mary stood back, angry that she had waited too long. She knew the life was leaving Sammy, and there wasn't anything she could do to make him stay. Her life had already been given for this little one's life.
"Sammy! Sammy!" Dean yelled at his brother, trying to jar him out of this. It wasn't a sight he ever wanted to see again. Sam was gasping, trying to get what little air he could.
Sam knew what was happening, could feel it himself. He felt the heaviness in his lungs, felt them closing up, hurting him as he died. Meeting Dean's eyes, he struggled to say the words that needed to be said. He couldn't die without saying them. "I'm... sorry, Dean. I... love you."
The words had been croaked out through gasps for breath, but Dean knew what they meant before the kid closed his eyes. "No, no, no, no, no...come on, Sammy. Don't do this! Come on, I love you!" He yelled through watery eyes. 'This can't be happening! This can't be happening!' He looked around frantically for their father, but he wasn't there. Sammy's vitals were going down. He could see it in the heart monitor and oximeter that were attached to his body. It didn't look good, and he knew he was panicking. He knew he should be doing something, but he couldn't leave Sammy. One moment- only one moment!- later, the machines started to make alarm sounds as his small body flatlined. This couldn't happen. He hadn't had enough time. It wasn't fair. He was too young. He hadn't even had a chance to live his life yet. 'I promise that if Sammy lives, I'll make sure he gets that apple pie life he's always wanted, just please let him live.'
Doctors ran in there, led by Dr. Lambert, with alarming speed, pushing Dean up against the wall. Frozen in time, he stood there, watching in horror.
His father came back in with one of the nurses, his face clearly written with guilt. He had just went out there to get Sammy a blanket and this had happened. He knew that he should have done something, but it was too late now. His baby was dying. They were losing him and all they could do was stand and watch.
The nurse that had come in with John grabbed Dean by the arm and gently guided him toward the door, giving John a look to follow him, while he was shell-shocked, and Dean was shut out from knowing what happened to the only precious thing he had in his life. He wanted to find a chair to sit down in, but he fell to the ground. 'This can't be happening!'
Mary was pleased. The doctors were in there now, and while Dean was scared, Sammy had a chance now. They could try to save him. He had a chance now.
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