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Title: Life Changes

Chapter Title: Chapter Eleven

Set After: Fight For Survival (One Month Later)

Summary: Future Consequences/Fight For Survival/Life Changes Trilogy. Sam and Dean thought that Anna was out of their lives… Well, she's coming back in a big way.

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

"Dean, we can't just keep him here," Anna argued in a hushed voice, narrowing her eyes at the uncle of her unborn child. The two were arguing in the hallway outside of Dean's guest room (which now became Sam's guest room because no one wanted to move him). "He's seriously sick. He needs to get to a hospital."

"He'll be fine, Anna. You don't know Sam like I do; he's a fighter. He'll get past whatever he has," Dean said, crossing his arms. "Besides, my father's gone to kick the demon's ass. That will hopefully heal Sam."

"What happens if it doesn't? And if he doesn't get past this?" Anna asked, her voice raising quickly.

"Anna, keep your voice down or you'll --"

"He'll die, Dean," Anna growled, her voice once again hushed. "If we don't take Sam to a hospital there's a possibility that he'll die. Do you understand me? Your baby brother will die. Is that a risk you're willing to take? Huh? Is it?"

"He won't die," Dean said, looking over at the door. He seemed cool and collected, but his eyes gave away what he was really feeling; he knew that what Anna was saying made sense, but he couldn't bring himself to put Sam through the torture of a hospital.

"He might," Anna said, sighing slightly. "He needs a doctor."

"Sam will never forgive me if I just dump him in some random hospital," Dean said, looking back at Anna. "Besides, we don't have insurance."

"I do," Anna said simply, crossing her arms.

"You're not married yet. It won't do a damn thing for him," Dean said, narrowing his eyes slightly at Anna.

"We have money. My family has money," Anna said quickly, nodding. "We'll pay for everything. My mom will pay for everything. I promise you. We just need to get him to a hospital immediately." At the hesitant look Dean gave her, she rolled her eyes, sighing. "Why would Sam never forgive you if you put him into a hospital?"

Dean swallowed hard, looking back at the door.

"Is this Mr. Winchester?"

Dean sighed into the phone, looking around an old abandoned warehouse. The house was reported to be haunted, so he was trying his best to track down the ghost. The twenty year old was having really good luck until his cell phone went off suddenly.

"Yes, it is. Who is this?" Dean asked, clearly annoyed. He shook his head. Nothing was going to come out for him now. He started towards the door, ready to kick someone's ass for ruining his investigation.

"Mr. Winchester, I'm Dr. Gilbert. I have your brother here at the hospital. He --"

Dean immediately stopped walking, his eyes going wide. "Sam? What happened? What's wrong with him?"

"Mr. Winchester, your brother and his friend Josh Patterson fell from the upper most window of Josh's three-story home earlier this evening."

"What?" Dean asked, his breath catching in his throat. About a week ago Josh had complained about strange noises, interesting leaks and flickering lights in his home. John thought it best that it was checked out, so he had gone with Sam earlier that day to check it out. Dean thought it was going to be all okay, he thought Sam wouldn't be in any danger; his father was there, after all. "Was there a man there?"

"No, the two were alone. Sam had his cell phone on him, and you were the last person he called. We haven't notified your parents yet, but we understand that you're over-age. Do you think you could come by the hospital?"

"Is Sam alright?" Dean asked immediately, now rushing out the door and towards his car. "How bad is he hurt?"

"Sam's fine, save a broken wrist and a few cuts and bruises. It could've been much worse."

"And Josh?" Dean asked, climbing into his car. He started the engine and pulled out onto the road.

"Well... Josh is stable at the moment, but your brother is doing better than him by far."

"I'll be there as soon as I can."

Fifteen minutes later Dean had arrived at the hospital, rushing inside. Practically running to the front desk, he didn't even bother ringing the bell. "Samuel Winchester. My brother. Where is he? Where's Dr. Gilbert?" The lady raised her eyebrows at him; she was currently on the phone. "Get your ass off of that phone and tell me where the hell my goddamn brother is!"

"Mr. Winchester?"

Dean turned around, finding a gray and balding man coming towards him. As he looked as his name tag he realized it was Sam's doctor. "Where's my brother?"

"Mr. Winchester, there is something that I must tell you first," Dr. Gilbert said in a hesitant tone, realizing that Dean was panicking.

"What? What happened to Sam? Is he alright?" Dean asked immediately.

Dr. Gilbert nodded, though the look on his face didn't relieve the tension in Dean's chest. "Sam is fine, Mr. Winchester. He --"

"Dean. Just call me Dean," Dean said, nodding. "Where's Sam?"

"Dean, please, let me continue." After hesitating for a moment, thinking Dean was going to interrupt, Dr. Gilbert continued. "Josh has left us."

Dean shook his head, chuckling slightly. "That's funny. Josh was Sam's best friend. He's fine. He's going to be fine. Sam wouldn't be able to handle it if he wasn't."

"I'm sorry, Dean, but --"

"Where's my brother?" Dean asked immediately, swallowing hard. "Does he know?"

"No, he doesn't." Dr. Gilbert sighed and led Dean down the hallway, and through double doors, before stopping at a room. "We've already contacted your father. He should be on his way soon."

Dean nodded. "Yeah, thanks." He opened the door slowly, peaking in the room.

Sam looked over at him from the TV. He smiled slightly. "Hey, Dean."

Dean rushed into the room and over to Sam. "Hey. Are you alright? What happened? Why the hell wasn't Dad there? Why did you leave you guys alone? Huh?"

Sam chuckled slightly. "Dean, stop freaking. I'm fine, really. Dad had to go get supplies from a store a few streets away. Um... it turned out there was a poltergeist in Josh's house. Dad didn't think it was harmless, though, so he left us alone... Guess it wasn't so harmless after all."

"Sam..." Dean sat down in the chair next to the bed slowly, taking a few breaths. "Josh was badly hurt."

Sam nodded sadly. "Yeah, I know. But the doctor said he'd be fine. He --" He then noticed the look Dean was giving him and shook his head quickly. "No, Dean, he's fine. Josh is fine."

Dean shook his head slowly, grabbing his brother's hand. "I'm sorry, Sam."

Tears came to Sam's eyes and he shook his head quickly. "Josh is fine."

"He's dead, Sam."

"So Sam doesn't like hospitals anymore," Anna said quietly, nodding. "Dean, we still have to take him. You know we do."

Dean nodded slightly, sighing. "Yeah, I know. He's going to hate me though."

"Well, so what? He'll hate you then. At least he'll be alive to hate you," Anna said, smiling slightly.

Dean nodded. "Yeah."

Sam opened his eyes slowly, looking around. He had an IV in his arm and a few cords stuck to him. He was also in an uncomfortable bed, and everything was... white. Wait. Oh, no. He was in a hospital.

"Dean..?"

Dean looked up from the chair next to the bed. He gave his brother a weak smile. "Hey, Sammy, how are you feeling?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Another hospital? Dean --"

"I know, right?" Dean stood up, letting out a pained chuckle. "We gotta stop meeting like this."

"Dean --"

Dean sighed, shaking his head. "Sam, your temperature had shot up to 105. We had to get you to a hospital, I'm sorry."

"Before I understood. I was really dying. But, Dean, it's probably just the flu or something," Sam said, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, and the flu can kill people," Dean said, crossing his arms. "Stop arguing with me. You're not getting out of this. You're staying right there until you get better, do you understand me?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "We can't pay for this. Hell, how did we pay for this before?"

"Anna and Anna," Dean said, nodding slightly. "As much as I hate it that girl loves you."

"But she healed you. Why can't she --"

"The demon did this to you, Sam. She can't heal you. I wish she could, but she can't." Dean sighed and sat back down in the chair.

"Then how can the hospital?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows. "Huh?"

"They can keep your temperature down until Dad kills the son of a bitch. I tried, but I couldn't. With my watching you it only got worse." Dean shook his head, looking away from his brother.

Sam could tell that the little fact that Dean couldn't help his little brother hurt him. A lot. He had always been able to protect Sam, but in the last month and a half he hadn't even come close. "Dean, I'm gonna die."

"Shut up, you are not," Dean said, looking back at him. "You just caught a string of bad luck, that's all. You'll be fine. Give it another week or two. You can stop dropping dead and I can continue making fun of your ESP ass. We'll go back to being the small dysfunctional family that we were to begin with."

Sam smiled slightly, nodding. "Alright, fine. If you're that scared I'll stay."

"Thank you," Dean said, nodding. "So, tell me about that dream you had."

"Well... it started right after I passed out in the cave. Except the demon healed you, then we were transported to the future. In the future Anna and I had just been killed by a demon and you were raising my youngest because of it. Fate was twenty, Kevin (who Anna's pregnant with right now) was eighteen and I had another son, Kyle, who was fifteen. Kyle was deeply traumatized because he saw Anna and myself die, and he had the power to freeze time... he knows he could've stopped it, and the guilt was really weighing on him. I got him to realize it wasn't his fault, but then a demon came and tried to kidnap him... You wouldn't let him, and you ended up dying in the process." He took a deep breath, his expression giving away how he had felt back then. "It was so real, Dean... It... I watched you just die... And there was nothing I could do to stop it..."

"Hey, Sam, I didn't die. Alright?" Dean smirked slightly. "But at least your dream helped you realize why I can't let you die."

Sam nodded. "The future you in the dream... he didn't show it around the kids how upset he was. Anna and I had just died the previous day, after all. But he couldn't show it around Kyle or Kevin for obvious reasons. But he was just so upset... And he got in a fight with his wife because of it and... he threw things and tried to stay strong... I could feel his pain, though. I could feel it. He was just... he felt like his whole world was caving in."

Dean nodded slightly. "I believe it," he whispered.

"I'm sorry, Dean," Sam said quietly, looking down at his hands.

"For what?" Dean asked, watching his brother closely.

"I'm sorry that you're going to have to feel that," Sam said, looking back up at him, tears in his eyes. "I really am."

Dean: Okay, okay, I'm getting just a tad tired of all this 'I want to threaten to kill Sam so Dean will become the overprotective older brother' shit. It's pissing me off.

Haley: Clearly.

Dean: So are you going to quit with it?

Haley: Um... Thinks. No.

Sam: Dean, face it: She's a sucker for the brother-brother moments.

Haley: Exactly!

Dean: Yeah, I've noticed.

Sam: So why rain on her parade? It's just a story. It isn't like what she writes affects us.

Haley: Hehehe...

Sam: What?

Haley: Oh nothing... Whispers to audience/readers: Shhh!

Dean: I don't trust you any more than I can throw you.

Haley: But you're strong. You can throw me awfully far, Deany Weany.

Sam: She has a point.

Dean: Let's just move on, shall we?

Haley: Sure! Smile! Stay tuned!

Dean: And don't call me Deany Weany!

Haley: Heh...