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Title: Fight For Survival

Chapter Title: Chapter Ten

Set After: Future Consequences

Summary: Sequel to Future Consequences. Everyone knows Sam's dreams come true one way or another. But this time he had a dream about his own death, and Dean's determined to keep it from happening.

Warnings: Typos, most likely… I type fast and don't look back… sorry!

"Dean, why would I want to stay here?" Sam asked, staring at his brother like he was crazy. Dean then looked over at his brother, at Anna for a minute, then back as his brother, expecting an answer. "You need me."

"Um… you guys talk about this, I'm gonna go get a soda or something," Anna said before leaving the room quickly.

The two boys watched her leave for a moment, then Dean looked back at his kid brother. "So does she."

Sam sighed, shaking his head. "Dean, you know as well as I do that I can't stay here."

"Sure you can," Dean said, shrugging. "Don't be so hard headed."

"I'm being hard headed?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows. "Dean, why are you so eager to get rid of me? Was --"

"Sam --"

"No, let me finish," Sam demanded, swallowing an angry lump in his throat. Dean sighed and sat back in the chair, looking stressed. "Was what the demon said true? Am I a burden to you? Do you wish that you didn't have to lug my ass around everywhere we go and wish that you didn't have to spend the time saving me when I get into trouble? Dean --"

"Sam, shut up," Dean said forcefully. He was pissed, and it showed in his expression.

"Excuse you?" Sam asked, looking a bit surprised, but yet angrier.

"You heard me. Shut up," Dean said, standing up quickly. He pointed a finger at Sam, his eyes like broken glass and his voice like fire. "Don't you ever say that I think you're a burden, do you hear me? I never said that. I believe that I actually took a minute or two trying to 'convince' you otherwise after the demon 'toyed' with your belief system. I don't care if he brainwashed you or not, or if you were acting or not, Sam. I believed that he had made you believe those things, and I tried my hardest to snap you out of it, because I believed that you didn't think that when you were under control.

"I can deal with saving you and lugging you around, I really can. I don't care that I have to save you, because I know that our job is dangerous. You're my baby brother and would never let you die. But you know what I can't deal with? I can't deal with the fact that no matter what I say you're always complaining. I am so fucking sick and tired of hearing words like what you just said come out of your mouth. After everything I've done for you you somehow still find room to doubt me. And, to be honest, that pisses me off.

"You know why I think it'd be good for you to stay here? It's not because I find you as a burden, Sam; you're my brother and I enjoy doing this with you. No, Sam, you want a normal life; you've always wanted one. I just want you to have what you've always dreamed of. I'm sorry if that makes me a monster in your eyes." Dean shook his head and turned around, staring towards the door.

"Dean --" Sam started, but was cut off by Dean slamming the door behind him.

"Mr. Winchester, we're allowing your release."

It was the next day and Dean still wasn't back; Sam feared that his brother had left him, forcing him to stay with Anna… He hoped not. A doctor had walked in the room a little while ago, a bottle of pills in his hands. After discussing health insurance, he had instructed Sam when to take the pills and what not to take with him. The pills in question were a precaution; Sam's breathing was normal again, and he could now breath on his own without any difficulties, but the pills were to help incase he got short of breath. Now it seemed as if Sam could leave.

Sam smiled slightly, nodding. "Great. Um… have you seen my brother around anywhere?"

"I ran into him last night," Anna said, walking in the room. Sam smiled as her saw her. She smiled back, walking over to him. "I heard from one of the nurses that you guys got in a fight yesterday and went to go check on him. He was at the motel." At the look Sam gave her, she quickly continued. "Sam, he's not leaving. He told me he wasn't; he wants to stay here until he's sure that you're not gonna die. Okay?"

Sam nodded, smiling slightly. "Okay."

"Mr. Winchester, if you can just sign these release forms I'll let you go," the doctor said, handing Sam a clipboard. Sam nodded and did as he was told. "Stay well." The doctor smiled at him slightly then let the room.

Anna smiled at Sam as the Winchester stood up from the bed. She hugged him tightly. "Yay! You get to leave!"

Sam sighed, nodding. "Yeah, I get to leave."

"What's wrong?" Anna asked, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye.

"Dean said that he'd stay long enough to make sure I'm not dying, right?" When Anna nodded, Sam smiled sadly. "Well, I'm not dying; me leaving the hospital proves that."

Anna looked down for a moment, then backed up from Sam slightly. "Do you want me to talk to him?"

Sam shook his head. "No. I'll do it."

Sam walked into the motel room, looking around. He sighed in annoyance when he found neither Dean nor Dean's stuff in the room. As Sam turned to the beds, however, he did find a note on his own. He walked over to it and picked it up, reading.

Sam --

Anna called me and told me that you were getting out of the hospital. Once you read this I'll probably already be gone. I know you hate me for leaving, but you'll thank me one day, I promise. You want a normal life with a normal girl, and, no matter how much she annoys me, Anna's a great girl. She can give you the life you deserve.

I'll probably call you tomorrow. I'm hunting down Jess at the moment. I know you're going to hate me for it, but better her than you. Call Anna as soon as you read this; she needs to be there to help out, incase your dead girlfriend shows up again.

I'm really proud of you, Sam. Take care.

-- Dean

Sam sighed and tore up the note, tears in his eyes. But, no, he wouldn't break down. He'd leave and he'd find Dean. Then they could talk things over and it would be alright again. It had to be. Sam quickly started towards the door, but stopped as his head started to hurt, and it became a bit difficult for him to breath. He walked over to his bed and sat down, grabbing the bottle of pills from his pocket. He popped a couple, closing his eyes tightly before laying down.

"Sam, you can't leave me."

Sam quickly opened his eyes, them going wide. He shook his head, swallowing hard. "Jess, please."

"Sam, why don't you want to be with me? I want to be with you," Jess said, walking over to him slowly. She crawled on top of him, smiling seductively.

"Jess --"

"Sam, I know you want it just as much as I do," Jess whispered in his ear, flickering like a candle. She kissed him deeply.

"Jess --"

Jess put a finger to his lips, silencing him. "I promise you it'll be over soon, Sam. Then you can join me... we'll be together again." She then sat up, straddling Sam. She blew a kiss at him before sticking her hand in his chest.

Dean sighed as he drove. Maybe he should have talked to Sam before leaving, but could you really blame him? He knew Sam wanted a normal life more than ever, and he was giving it to him. He wasn't tired of trying to save Sam's ass, but he was tired of having to see his baby brother almost die repeatedly right in front of his eyes. So he was saving Sam, and himself, from future hurt. It was the best thing for both of them.

But maybe Dean would check on him, just to make sure he was alright…

Dean grabbed his phone and quickly dialed Sam's number. He waited as it rang, until it went to Sam's voicemail. Okay, so Sam didn't turn his phone off and he didn't ignore Dean's call, or else it would have gone to the message a lot sooner. So Sam just plain wasn't answering, which worried Dean.

Dean cursed himself silently. Great, he was now freaking out because Sam wouldn't answer. He shook his head and looked around before quickly doing a U-Turn.

It didn't take Dean too long to get back to the motel; he had only left ten minutes ago, timing it just right so Sam would barely have caught him. He wanted to be in a good distance incase something bad happened. Good thing he did, too.

Dean tried the handle of the motel door and cursed when it was locked. He shook his head, knocking. "Sam?" He waited, and was presented with silence. He knocked again. "Sam, open up!" More silence. Dean looked around, then backed up, kicking the door in.

Dean looked around the room before his eyes fell on Sam, who was laying down on the bed. Oh, so he was asleep? Dean laughed at himself slightly, shaking his head. He had been worrying over nothing.

No, wait. After a closer look at his brother Dean's eyes went wide in fear. His brother wasn't breathing.

Haley: I know, I know, I'm an evil bitch.

Dean: Yeah, you are.

Haley: But I really gotta go the bathroom, and really gotta update this before Anna gets off. Sorry! Bye!