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Title: Fight For Survival
Chapter Title: Chapter Eleven
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!
"Sam, c'mon, you gotta stay awake for me, alright?" Dean looked over at Sam, whose eyes were slowly closing. Dean hit his brother's leg. "Sam!"
"I'm up, I'm up!" Sam yelled, his eyes still drooping as he looked out the window.
After Dean had found his brother lying on the bed, not breathing, he had (once again) preformed CPR on his brother. After a couple minutes he had finally got him to breath, and after a couple more had gotten him awake. Now they were hurrying towards the hospital in Dean's Impala, the aforementioned making his brother stay awake. He knew that if his brother was awake he was breathing.
"Then open your eyes!" Dean yelled, quickly swerving into the hospital parking lot, cars around them honking and people around them yelling. The jerk caused Sam's eyes to go wide and for him to look around. Dean smirked, satisfied.
"Dean, I'm gonna be dead before we get out of the car if you keep driving like that!" Sam yelled. Dean didn't answer, just quickly parked, slamming on the breaks. Sam shot forward and caught himself before smashing into the dashboard. "Dean, I'm fine!"
"Fine my ass," Dean said, getting out of the car. He quickly went around to the other side of the car and slammed open Sam's door, pulling his little brother out. He then slammed the door with his foot, dragging Sam to the front.
"Dean!" Sam yelled, pulling away from his brother.
Already in a panicked state, Dean looked around quickly. When he didn't see anything evil, he turned back to Sam. "What?"
"I can walk," Sam said slowly.
Dean nodded. "Yeah. Right." He kept walking, shaking his head. After a moment, he turned back to Sam, who was staring after his brother. "Then get walking before I carry your ass inside!" Sam sighed and followed his brother, rolling his eyes.
"Mr. Winchester, you're just going to have to calm down," the doctor said slowly.
After they ran inside the hospital (well, Dean running and sorta dragging Sam), they were told to wait in the waiting room and a doctor would see them shortly. Dean knew that, since Sam seemed fine, shortly would take forever; he yelled at the receptionist, and she immediately got a doctor to check out Sam. Now Sam was lying in a hospital bed and Dean was talking with (yelling at) a doctor right outside the door. Sam rolled his eyes.
"I'm as calm as I'm gonna get, so deal with it!" Dean yelled.
"Mr. Winchester, why don't we go into the waiting room and we can discuss this, yes?"
Sam heard Dean scoff a laugh, and knew his big brother was glaring at the doctor. "I'm not leaving my little brother! Now what the hell is wrong with him and how are you going to fix it?"
"Mr. Winchester, I'm going to have to ask you to lower your voice," the doctor said calmly. After a moment of silence, he sighed. "We're not sure yet."
"See, I hear all these words coming out of your mouth but none of them sound like an answer to either question."
Sam heard the doctor sigh. "Mr. Winchester, I'm sorry, but your brother only just got here. If we can run a couple of tests --"
"What kind of tests?" Dean demanded immediately. That doctor was working his last nerve, Sam could tell.
"Blood tests, breathing tests… Mr. Winchester, they're all pretty standard."
"So you want to stick things in my brother, is that right?"
"Yes, Mr. Winchester, that is correct. We need to to figure out what's wrong with him and that will help."
Sam heard Dean sighed in annoyance. After a few moments he finally spoke. "Fine. Just make it quick."
"Wait. Hey!" Sam yelled from the bed. Dean quickly walked in, followed by the doctor. "Don't I have any say in this?"
"Actually, you do, since you're an --"
"No," Dean said, crossing his arms.
The doctor rolled his eyes. "Mr. Winchester, I understand the concern you have for your brother, but since he's an adult it's his decision."
"Then please excuse us while I beat some sense into him," Dean said, turning towards the doctor. When the doctor raised his eyes, Dean smirked, obviously getting more annoyed by the second. "You heard me. Go."
After hesitating and glancing at Sam, who nodded, the doctor left the room. Dean then stormed over to Sam, who rolled his eyes. "I never said I wouldn't do it. But I'm tired of you making my decisions for me."
Dean narrowed his eyes at his little brother. "Well, you know what I'm tired of?"
"What?" Sam asked, rolling his eyes.
"I'm tired of seeing you inches from death right in front of me," Dean said, crossing his arms. "So excuse me if I only want what's best for you."
"You're still mad at me?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows.
Dean sighed, shaking his head. "No, Sam, I'm not mad at you. I just… That was the third time I found you laying down, not breathing, and the fourth time you weren't breathing period. I just…" Dean shook his head, sitting down in the chair. "It really scared me, that's all." After a moment, he added: "And if you say anything about that I'll beat you so hard your children's children will feel it."
Sam smiled slightly, nodding. "Alright, I won't." After a moment, he furrowed his brow. "Wait. You think I'm gonna have kids?"
Dean smirked, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, I do. You're just too Sam not to. But wait until you're at least my age so --"
"So I'm ready," Sam said, nodding. "Well, actually, Dean, if we're going off of you we should make the age higher."
Dean thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yes. Do that."
Sam laughed slightly, shaking his head. "Doesn't really do anything if you agree with my insults."
Dean shrugged. "Hey, the later you want works for me." He leaned back in his chair, looking around. "God, I hate hospitals."
"Then why'd you bring me to one?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Gee, Sam, I'm not sure," Dean said sarcastically, looking back at his brother.
About an hour later a nurse walked into the room, carrying a tray of stuff into the room, interrupting Sam and Dean from watching TV. He (the nurse) looked over at Dean. "Would you like to stay or leave, Mr. Winchester?"
"My brother hates needles. I wanna stay so I can make fun of him," Dean said, grinning. This caused Sam to reach over and push him, rolling his eyes. "I was joking!"
The nurse ignored the two and walked over to the bed, setting the tray down Sam's leg, making Dean glare at him a bit. He then tied a band around Sam's arm, telling him to ball his hand in a fist. Sam did as he was directed, and the nurse felt around for a vein before swabbing the area and sticking a needle in Sam's skin, the tube already attached.
Sam looked away quickly, his eyes closed tightly. "Tell me when it's over." This just caused Dean to laugh at his little brother's whimpiness.
The nurse pulled the needle out after a few moments and stuck a band aid on Sam's arm. "Another nurse will be in here shortly to test Sam's breathing ability." He nodded at the two before leaving the room.
"Sam, you're such a wimp," Dean said, still laughing.
Sam glared at his brother. "Shut up." He then sighed, closing his eyes softly.
Dean immediately shut up and looked concerned. "Hey, Sam, you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, fine," Sam said, nodding. "Just a bit tired."
"Hey, Sam, don't you fall asleep on me," Dean said, sitting up a bit straighter in his chair.
"I'm not falling sleep," Sam said, swatting away Dean's hand when he tried to take Sam's temperature. "I'm just resting my eyes."
Dean sighed, then nodded. "Alright, go to sleep. I'll keep watch over you, don't worry."
Sam smiled slightly, nodding. "Thanks, Dean."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just sleep. And if you get attacked by Jessica just pinch yourself or something," Dean said, leaning back in the chair.
"Will do," Sam said before drifting off to sleep.
Another nurse walked in the room about a half hour later. She was wheeling in a machine of some sort, which was actually kind of small, yet looked heavy. Dean looked over at Sam and shook him slightly, and Sam awoke immediately, yawning.
The lady walked over to Sam, giving him a minute to wake up. "Alright, I need you to take in the biggest breath you can, then let it out as fast as you can in this tube, alright?" Sam nodded and she handed him a tube that was attached to the machine. Sam took in his breath and let it out, the nurse inspecting the numbers. She nodded, smiling at Sam. "Thank you."
The nurse then started towards the door before turning to them. "You two know Anna Scott, correct?"
"Yeah, why?" Sam asked, looking confused.
"She's in a room a couple doors down. She's pretty beat up," the nurse said, looking a bit surprised that they didn't seem to know.
"What happened to her?" Sam asked immediately, looking scared and concerned.
"They say something attacked her," the nurse said before leaving the room.
Haley: Hey! It's only seven! Runs to work on chapter twelve.
Dean: Stares at people reading. Um…
Sam: Bye!