Disclaimer: I do not receive any profit for my fanfictions, nor do I own Supernatural or Sam and Dean Winchester. Though I do own Anna... In most senses.
Title: Fight For Survival
Chapter Title: Chapter Twelve
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, lay your ass back down!" Dean yelled, trying to push his brother back into bed.
"I want to go see Anna!" Sam yelled, struggling against Dean.
"I don't care what the hell you want!" Dean yelled, now holding his brother's arms down on the bed. "You need to stay in bed!"
"Dean, I can't!" Sam yelled, struggling against his brother's hold.
"You have to!" Dean yelled, looking his brother square in the eye. "Because the next time you may not get so lucky and you'll do! Do you understand me? You will die if you keep pushing yourself this way, Sam!"
Sam sighed, rolling his eyes. He shook his head, looking away from his brother. He then looked back at him after a moment. "Fine. If you're really that worried about me dying I'll stay in bed."
Dean nodded, letting go of his brother after a moment of hesitating. "Thank you."
"After I check on Anna!" Sam said, quickly getting out of the bed.
"Sam, get your ass back here!" Dean yelled, running after his brother out of the room. The chase ended at Anna's room, after Sam had quickly opened her door and had ran in.
Anna smiled at the two. "Hey, guys."
The two boys froze at her appearance. She had a black eye and was sporting a swollen lip, that also seemed to be busted. She had some stuff over her nose, as if it had been broken, and a bruise that reached from her ear to her neck.
"Anna… what happened?" Sam asked, walking over to her slowly. He sat down in the chair next to her bed and took her hand in his own.
"Jess attacked me," Anna said simply, shrugging.
"What?" Sam asked. Dean then walked over to the two.
"She told me that I couldn't save you from her taking you and attacked me," Jess said, nodding. "Good thing Marcus decided to visit me or I probably would have died."
Sam looked down at the ground, guilt in his eyes. He shook his head, looking back up at the girl. "Anna… I'm sorry this happened to you… I'm sorry you got caught in the middle of all this."
Anna smiled slightly, shrugging. "Hey, they say there's nothing like sacrificing things for the ones you love, right?"
Dean didn't look surprised, he just smiled lightly. Sam, on the other hand… "Anna --"
"Sam, I know that I haven't known you that long; hell, we haven't even known each other for a week," Anna said, smiling slightly. "But in that short time, in all the times we've spent together, I'm dug inside your personality and learned so many things about you. Sam, I love you."
Sam looked down at the ground, swallowing hard. He was silent for a few moments, then shook his head. "Anna, you can't love me."
"Um… I'm gonna go. Bye," Dean said quickly before leaving the room even quicker.
"Why not?" Anna asked, raising her eyebrows. She was being as stubborn as usual. "Why can't I love you? Why am I not allowed to?"
"Because I only hurt those who love me," Sam whispered, tears evident in his eyes. "My mother died right above my crib; the demon killed Jess, probably because we were together… I don't want anything to happen to you."
Anna rolled her eyes. "Sam, I don't care, alright? I can protect myself. And if anything gets too serious I'll just run to you for help. How does that sound?"
Sam smiled slightly, shaking his head. "Anna, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something happened to you."
"Sam, don't try to protect me; I've dealt with a lot of shit in my lifetimes," Anna said, rolling her eyes. "I just want to be there for you, you know?"
"Anna…"
Anna took her hand off Sam's softly putting it under his chin and lifting his head up. She smiled, looking into his eyes. "You're a great person, Sam. It it such a crime for something to love you enough to sacrifice themselves for you?"
"Anna, I like you. I really do," Sam said, nodding. He took her other hand in his own and brought them up to his lips, kissing them lightly. "I just don't want to see you get hurt… anymore than you already are; this isn't the worst it gets."
"I get that, Sam, I really do," Anna said, nodding. "But I'm a big girl; I can make my own decisions. And I accept what you guys do for a living; I'd want to help."
Sam smiled slightly, nodding. "I'll think about it, alright?"
Anna smiled, nodding. "Sure. That's better than a no."
"You guys do know that you can't screw in a hospital, right?" they heard Dean yell from outside the door. "With all that 'I want to be with you' 'I love you' crap you got going on in there."
Anna and Sam both laughed, looking over at the door. "Dean, it's fine. You can come in now," Sam said, shaking his head.
Dean opened the door slightly, peaking his head in. He looked around for a moment before looking at his brother. "Are you sure?"
Sam rolled his eyes, though we was smiling. "Yes, I'm sure."
"Sam and I were just talking about the possibility of me hanging out with you guys. Like, going on jobs and stuff," Anna said, smiling. At the threatening look Dean gave Sam, she quickly continued. "Well, he didn't say yes. Not really. He said he'd think about it. It, uh… It's probably going to turn into a no soon."
"I never said that," Sam said, looking over at her. He smiled.
"Actually, you did. Just not in so simple terms," Anna said, shrugging. "I just got you to change your mind cause I'm as hard-headed and stubborn as your brother."
Dean rolled his eyes, giving her a slight glare, though it was playful in his own 'Dean' way. "Okay, Sam, you checked on Anna; time to go back to your own room," he said, crossing his arms.
"Do you want me to haunt you when I die?" Anna asked, looking over at Dean.
Dean stared at her for a moment, then backed up towards the door. He nodded. "Five more minutes."
"Thanks," Anna said, smiling widely. Dean then quickly left the room.
"Sam, I changed my mind," Dean said ten minutes later in Sam's hospital room. "I don't like Anna anymore; you can't stay here."
Sam laughed, rolling his eyes. "Why? What's wrong with her?"
"The girl is demented. Even more than Jess is at the moment," Dean said, shaking his head slightly.
"You just haven't gotten to know her yet," Sam said, shrugging.
"And you have?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows. He looked over at Sam. "Because between her and the demons; you and the demons; you and Jess… when have you had the time?"
Sam rolled his eyes, smiling slightly. "Dean, she's a great girl. She really is. She's kind, smart, caring, adventurous… She's perfect."
"You just like her because she kissed you," Dean said, looking over at Sam for a moment.
"She gave me mouth-to-mouth so I wouldn't die!" Sam said, laughing slightly.
Dean shrugged. "Same thing."
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"You gave me mouth-to-mouth. Three times," Sam said, crossing his arms.
Dean's eyes went wide for a moment. He nodded slightly. "That's different."
"How?" Sam asked, rolling his eyes.
Dean was silent for a second. "Um… It just is."
Sam laughed slightly, shaking his head. "Alright, Dean, whatever you say."
"Damn straight," Dean said, nodding.
Sam sighed, closing his eyes. He leaned back in his bed. "Hey, Dean?"
"What?"
"If I don't make it --"
"Shut up," Dean demanded, looking over at him. Sam opened his eyes and looked back at his brother, a bit surprised. "I don't want to hear you talk like that, do you understand me?"
Sam sighed, taking a moment for his brother to calm down. "If I don't make it --"
"Sam, remember that dream I had?" Dean asked, turning to his brother so he could look him in the eye.
"You. Your 'trip' thing. What about it?" Sam asked, rolling his eyes.
"You started a sentence like that, telling me all these things so I would know them if you died, and guess what? You died," Dean said, his voice forceful. "Don't you dare start a sentence like that with me. Don't you dare talk about what I should do or know if you… if you…"
"If I die," Sam said, nodding. "But, really, Dean, if I do die, please don't blame Jess."
Dean rolled his eyes. "How could I not?"
"She just misses me, that's all," Sam said, shrugging. "I understand. I miss her too."
Dean nodded. "Yeah… I know you do, Sammy."
"It's Sam," Sam said, smirking slightly. After a moment he started coughing loudly?
"Sam?" Dean asked quickly, turning to him.
"I'm fine," Sam said, waving it off. "Don't be so paranoid.
Dean nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Sam, when I went on my 'trip' you started talking to me about all that crap because you knew you were going to die any minute." Sam looked over at Dean, but he was silent. Dean shook his head. "Sam, please don't tell me that's the case this time… I can't lose you."
Sam nodded. "I know, Dean. You won't. I promise. I'll always be there… Alive."
"You're promising me that?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows in hope.
Sam nodded. "And I never break a promise. You know that."
Dean nodded, leaning back in his seat. "Yeah, I do…"
The two sat in silence for a few moments, watching TV, before Sam started wheezing.
Dean's eyes went wide and he immediately turned to his brother. "Sam?" When Sam's breathing started to decrease slowly, Dean grabbed the emergency button and pressed it quickly. He then ran over to the door, slamming it open. "I need a doctor in here!"
Sam looked around him. He could feel his breath catch in his throat as the doctors ran in the room. His lungs were giving out on him, and he knew he was only moments away from death. "Dean," he croaked, barely a whisper.
Dean appeared by Sam's side in an instant. "Sammy, it's going to be okay. Alright? The doctors will fix this."
Sam shook his head. "No, Dean, they can't... Jess wants this, and she usually gets what she desires."
"Jess?" Dean asked, looking confused.
Sam coughed and the doctors quickly brought in a machine. "Jess wants me to be with her."
Dean shook his head. "Sammy, it's going to be alright. You know it is. Stop talking like this."
Sam smiled slightly at Dean. "I... love.. you..." He coughed a few more times, starting to fade away. He then heard his brother telling him that he loved him back, his voice full of tears. Everything then went black.
"I love you, too, Sammy… I love you, too," Dean whispered, tears already on his face. He softly caressed Sam's forehead, watching his brother close his eyes.
"Sir, we're going to have to ask you to wait outside," a nurse said, grabbing Dean's arm and pulling him towards the door.
"No! I can't leave him!" Dean yelled, breaking free from her hold. He started towards Sam.
"Mr. Winchester, please," the nurse said, grabbing his arm again. Another nursed grabbed his other arm, and the two then pulled Dean out into the hall, towards the waiting room. Just then Dean heard the heart monitor flat line.
Dean swallowed hard and ran his hands through his hair, angry tears streaming down his face. He grabbed a brochure holder that was on the table and threw it again the wall, causing a dent in the white surface. "You promised! You promised you wouldn't die on me!" he screamed. He then kicked a nearby trashcan, causing it to roll down the hall.
"Sir?" a male nurse asked, walking over to him quickly. "Sir?" He caught Dean as the oldest Winchester's legs started giving out on him, the nurse slowly setting him down on the floor.
Dean then started sobbing.
Haley: Sorry for those two breaks at the end, guys. I was switching POVs from Dean to Sam, then Sam to Dean so I wouldn't have to tweak the premonition. That was me being lazy. Yes. Lazy Haley.
Dean: You killed him. I knew you would. So, cremation or burial?
Haley: For Sam?
Dean: No, for you.
Haley: Um…. Hesitant… Stares at Dean frightfully.
Sam: Dean, lay off. It's just a story.
Dean: First she kills you then she makes me act like a little girl who just scraped her knee. This story is killing us, dude.
Sam: It's killing us? How about you reword that?
Dean: Fine, it's killing my image, and it's killing you literally. Happy?
Sam: Thinks for a moment… I guess.
Haley: Good. I shall go now because I need rest! Coughs on Sam and Dean. And now so do they! See ya'll! ; )