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Title: Fight For Survival

Chapter Title: Chapter Thirteen

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, what's happened?" Anna asked, a nurse pushing her in a wheelchair down the hallway. "I heard you screaming, so I got someone to help me… what's wrong?"

Dean was now sitting on a couch, his head buried in his hands. He was no longer crying, but his heart was broken, a million pieces that need to be glued back together. As he looked up at the eighteen year old, there were lines on his face, and he looked stressed.

"Dean?" Anna asked, concerned.

Dean shook his head, sighing. He looked away from her, starting to look angry. "Anna, I'm not sure what's going on with Sam right now. They're not telling me anything."

"What happened to him? Why aren't you with him?" Anna asked, standing up from the wheelchair, pulling her IV along with her.

Dean sighed and shook his head, looking up at her. "He couldn't breath, Anna. He flat lined."

Anna's eyes went wide, and she quickly sat down next to Dean. "Is he dead?"

Dean looked back down at the ground, burying his head in his hands. He shrugged. "I don't know," came a muffled reply.

"Sam?" Anna asked, quickly standing up. She started towards the room quickly. "Sam?"

"Anna, you can't go in there yet!" Dean yelled, starting after her.

"Sam!" Anna yelled, running down the hall, Dean close behind. She gasped and stopped at the door, staring inside the room, her eyes wide. "Sam…" Dean stopped behind her, and looked sick and frightened by what he saw.

Sam was on a ventilator, the machine slowly pumping oxygen into his lungs. Sam had a mask over his nose and mouth, and he was unconscious, laying in the bed.

"What are you two doing in here?" a doctor asked, walking over to them quickly. At their expressions he sighed, looking over at Sam. "He's alive, but just barely."

"What does that mean?" Dean asked, still staring at his brother. When no reply met his ears, he looked up at the doctor, getting more scared by the second. "What does that mean?"

"It means he's in a coma," Anna whispered, walking into the room slowly.

"No," Dean said, shaking his head as he watched Anna. "That's not what that means. That's not what the doctor meant." He hesitated for a moment, then looked up at him. "Is it?"

The doctor sighed, nodding. "We're moving him to ICU later today. Would you like to stay with him?"

Dean swallowed a lump in his throat. He knew Sam needed him, but he knew that he needed to save his brother more. He'd have to track down Jessica. "Can Anna stay instead?"

The doctor nodded. "Of course," he said before leaving the room.

Anna turned to Dean quickly, her eyes like fire. "You don't want to stay with your brother, Dean? He's in a fucking coma! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I have to save him!" Dean yelled, walking further into the room. "I can't do this day and night without him there!"

"A good way of helping someone is showing support!" Anna yelled, storming over to Dean. "What support are you showing him by just leaving?"

"I'm going to track down Jessica!" Dean yelled. "She's the only one who can reverse this!"

Anna was silent for a moment. She walked over to a chair next to the bed, sitting down. Taking Sam's hand in her own, she sighed, looking back at Dean. "Are you willing to risk not being there for him when he dies so you can search for something you won't find?"

"Are you willing to risk me not trying?" Dean asked, crossing his arms. "I can find Jessica. Even if she doesn't want to be found."

Anna shrugged, looking back at Sam. "Fine. Then I'll stay and you can get your ass killed. You won't do any good to Sam dead."

"I won't die," Dean said sharply, narrowing his eyes at her. "I'll be back and Sam will be better. Just you see."

Anna looked over at him, her eyes soft. "I hope you're right, Dean. I really do."

Dean paced around the motel room, looking as if he hadn't slept in days. He shook his head, looking around. "I know you're around somewhere, Jessica! And you'll never get to Sam with me in the way! So why don't you come and get me? Huh? I'm right here, bitch!" As he felt something cold touch his back, he quickly turned around.

Jessica smirked slightly at Dean, raising her eyebrows. Flickering like a candle, she reached out a hand towards Dean, softly touching his cheek. "You know, Sam always talked so fondly of you. So, if I kill you he'll hate me. I'll spare you if you kill that Anna girl. She's getting too close to him."

"I'm not going to kill her," Dean said, crossing his arms. "Sam loves her."

"Sam doesn't know her," Jessica said, seemingly calm. She shrugged. "He only loves me and you, you know. He can't remember his mother, he hates his father, he doesn't know Anna… We're the only ones who have taught him love. Why can't it stay that way?"

"Because you're not alive," Dean said, narrowing his eyes at her. "Anna is. Deal with it."

"But you don't even like her," Jess said, chuckling slightly. "Why fight for them to be together?"

"I don't like you," Dean said, crossing his arms. "But if you were alive I'd fight for you guys. Because Sam loves you. Loved you… Something that has to deal with him and love and you."

Jessica smirked slightly. "I'm sorry, Dean. I really wish that I didn't have to kill you, but…" She drew back her hand, ready to strike Dean.

"You really don't want to do that," Dean said, looking smug.

Jessica narrowed her eyes at him. "Why not?"

"What would Sam say?" Dean asked, walking away from Jessica, over to the bed. Sitting down, he looked back at her. "Sam would never forgive you for killing me, you know that."

Jess's arm slowly fell to her side. Walking over to Dean, her eyes were still narrowed. "Then what can I do?"

"You can save him, and I'll make sure him and Anna don't stay together," Dean said softly, looking down at the ground.

"But you said yourself Sam loves her… What's in it for you?" Jess asked, crossing her arms.

Dean looked up at her, shrugging. "I get my brother back. Alive. I don't need anything else."

Jessica thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Fine. But I still want Sam. And when he dies I get him."

"As long as you're not the one behind him dying I have no problem with that," Dean said, standing up. "Will you save him?"

Jessica nodded. "Yes, I'll save him. Meet me at the hospital when you can," she said before disappearing.

Dean sighed, running his hands through his hair. "I'm sorry, Sam… But I can't let you die."

"What the hell took you so long?" Anna asked as Dean made his way into the hospital room ten minutes later. She pushed him back as he walked up to the bed, looking beyond pissed.

"Dean, why did you tell Jess that you'd make sure Anna and I weren't together if she saved me?" Sam asked, crossing his arms. He was awake, and looked perfectly healthy, like nothing had happened to him. Like he hadn't died… what, four times now?

"Because I wasn't about to just sit back and let you die, Sam," Dean said, walking over to the other chair and sitting down. "Either way you wouldn't have been with Anna; at least this way you're both alive. I'm sorry, Sam, that's just the way it is. Deal with it."

"Dean, you should've discussed it with me," Sam said, narrowing his eyes at his brother. "Don't I deserve that much?"

"Sam, you were in a fucking coma! I couldn't!" Dean yelled, looking even more stressed than he had before.

"You and I both know that doesn't stop anything!" Sam yelled back.

Anna sighed, shaking her head. "Sam, let it go."

"Anna --"

"Let it go," Anna demanded, looking over at him. "Your brother hasn't slept since the first time you ended up here; he's been by your side the whole time. Look at him, Sam; he's stressed out. At least save this conversation for later, alright?"

Sam sighed, looking down at his hands. He was pissed off, but he'd let it go… for the time being. Looking up at Dean, he nodded. "I'm sorry."

Dean nodded, putting his head in his hands. "Me, too."

Anna nodded, smiling slightly. "Good boys." She turned to Sam. "Hey, it's not like anything's changed. You know that you wouldn't have let me leave with you guys."

"Yeah, but --"

"No buts, mister," Anna said, pointing a finger at him. "You know it's the truth. Besides, Dean loves you. He just didn't want to lose his baby brother. And if it came down between us being together and your life I'd definitely pick your life."

Sam smiled slightly, looking down for a second before looking back at her. "Yeah… You know, I'm gonna miss you."

Anna smiled slightly. "I'm gonna miss you, too."

THE END

Haley: The end!

Sam: Already?

Haley: Hehe… Evil grin.

Dean: What the hell is going on in that head of yours?

Haley: I was talking to Anna over MSN Messenger a while ago and she gave me a great next story idea. To make this a trilogy, ya know? She was so joking about the idea, but I thought it was good. So I'm gonna roll with it.

Sam: Care telling us what it's about?

Haley: Nope. You'll just have to wait and see. Nawd.

Dean: Is Anna in the next story?

Haley: Can't tell you that.

Sam: She obviously is, if the idea was hers.

Dean: Good point, geek boy.

Haley: Alright, alright, shut up. Turns to audience. Stay tuned for the next story in the trilogy! It'll be here tomorrow, promise. ; )