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Title: Life Changes
Chapter Title: Chapter Twelve
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!
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Dean asked, standing up quickly, knocking the chair back as he did so. He narrowed his eyes at his little brother, who remained silent. "Answer me! What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Dean…" Sam trailed off quietly, looking back down at his hands.
"How can you just give up like that?" Dean yelled. He looked ready to punch someone; his hand was in a fist and he looked as if he was controlling his anger. But his eyes gave away what he was feeling; he was mad at Sam, yes, but he was also worried… and sad. He didn't want to lose Sam. He couldn't lose Sam. "After everything we've been through, everything we've learned, how can you just give in like that? How can you just accept that you're going to die? And why the hell won't you let me stop it?"
"Because it has to happen!" Sam yelled, looking up at his brother with angered eyes. "I'll be back! He said that I would be back!"
"It was a dream, Sam! What he said doesn't mean jack shit!" Dean yelled back.
"You know better than anyone that some of my dreams mean something," Sam growled, narrowing his eyes at his older brother. "Maybe this is one of them."
"I'm not going to accept that," Dean said simply, shrugging.
"You have to," Sam said quietly, looking back down at his hands.
"How long?"
"What?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows, a little surprised.
"How long will you be gone?" Dean asked in a quiet voice, looking down at the ground.
"Until after the baby's born," Sam whispered, looking away from his brother. Outside the sun was shining and the birds were singing. It seemed that everyone but them was having a nice day, a nice normal life. Why was that? Why was the world so unfair to the Winchesters?
"That's too damn long," Dean said, looking back at his brother quickly. "We still have eight months, Sam. You're not staying away that long. I don't care what the hell anyone said in your freako dream; I'm not letting you die. I'm not letting you leave me."
Sam sighed deeply, shaking his head. He looked back at his brother slowly. "I'm sorry, Dean."
"Don't you dare tell me you're sorry, Sam!" Dean yelled. "I watched you die when I had my own visit to the future! I watched you stop breathing many times after that! I watched you flat line right in front of me! Don't you dare tell me you're sorry when you have no fucking clue what I'm feeling now and what I felt in the past! Don't you dare!"
Sam took in a deep breath. He nodded slightly. "I do know, Dean. I visited the future in my dream; I saw how upset you were. Hell, you died in my dream and there was nothing I could do. I get it was just a dream, Dean, but it felt so real. And the pain I felt when I watched you die… there isn't any pain that could be worse than that. I get it, Dean. But this has to happen."
"No, it doesn't," Dean said, forcing calmness upon himself. "I don't care what you say, Sam, I'm not going to let it happen." He took in how his brother looked; the IVs, the cords, the sickly pale complexion, the sweat and bags under the eyes… He silently kicked himself for not waiting to argue with Sam. "You need rest."
Sam sighed, nodding. "Fine." He knew he wasn't going to be able to push Dean into seeing what Saw already understood. He might've been able to convince Dean about who to save, where to go, what to say to certain people… but he could never convince him to just let his little brother die. Dean wouldn't accept that.
"Do we know how Sam's doing yet?" Anna asked Dean outside of Sam's room a few hours later. Sam was currently sleeping, so the two were taking the opportunity to chat a bit.
Dean nodded. "They got his fever down a bit. When he got here it was 105. Now it's 103. So at least that's something." He sighed, looking over at his brother through the doorway. Worry was etched in his face, and he was praying that Sam would make it out okay.
Anna nodded. "You know, Dean, if you want to go catch that fiery bastard and his bitch of a wife then --"
"I can't leave Sam's side," Dean said immediately. He looked around, then nodded slightly. "I can't leave this floor of the hospital."
Anna smiled sympathetically. "I understand, I really do. But I'm here, and you can spread salt around his bed or something. You can go with your dad to save Sam. How about that?"
"I'll be gone too long," Dean said, shaking his head. He crossed his arms, looking back at Sam. "I can't leave him, Anna. I can't. I can't leave him defenseless and unprotected like that. I can't... I just..."
"You're afraid that if you leave he'll die, aren't you?" Anna asked softly, putting a hand on Dean's arm.
Dean looked at Anna's hand, then at her face. "No, I'm not. No matter what my brother says he's not gonna die. He's not."
Anna rolled her eyes. "If he does he'll be back. You know he will be."
"It was a dream, Anna. Sam might not come back," Dean whispered, looking back at his brother once more. "Dreams don't promise anything."
"If it was just a dream then why are you so worried?" Anna asked, crossing her arms. "Dean, that was the same dream that told him he was going to die. So either both things are going to happen or neither are. Make up your mind."
Dean thought for a moment, then sighed, nodding. "I have to leave him."
Anna nodded. "Yeah, you do. But only for a little while. Just until the demon is dead. And I'll take good care of him."
Dean nodded, looking back at Anna. "Yeah, I know you will."
"Are you serious? We're going to attempt to make a deal with a demon?" Dean asked, staring at his father like he was insane.
"We don't have a choice at the moment," John whispered, sighing as they walked into the entrance of the cave. "He controls Sam's life. We'll make him save your brother then we'll kill him."
Dean nodded. "Yeah... I just hope Sam's okay."
"I'm sure he's fine. You spread salt and cat's eye shells around his bed?" John asked, looking over at his oldest.
Dean nodded. "Yeah, I did. I spread it at least ten feet around his bed, too, so Anna could be safe. Sam would never forgive me if I left her unprotected."
John nodded, smiling at his son with pride in his eyes. "You're a good big brother, Dean."
Dean shrugged, not looking convinced. "Yeah, that's exactly what I have been in the past couple months. A good big brother."
"Well, he's alive, isn't he?" John shined his flashlight around the cave, closing inspecting everything.
"For now," Dean said, nodding slightly. "For now." He sighed, shining his own flashlight around. "Where are they?"
"Where are who? Us?" the demon's wife asked, rounding a corner. She clapped her hands and the cave lit up. She smirked slightly at them, crossing her arms. "What do you want?"
"If you heal my brother we won't kill you," Dean said, simply, pointing his gun at her. "We know you can. We know you can help him."
The woman thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Nope, sorry. See, if your son dies (which he will) then his soul will be forever ours. He already own part of it, which is why he's ill at the moment. Why aren't you with him? You know, he could drop at any second, and you would just hate to miss his final moments, wouldn't you?"
"I'll be back," Dean growled, glaring at the woman.
"Who told you that nonsense?" the woman asked, actually laughing. "I don't think you heard me right: when he dies his soul will be forever ours. We're not just going to let him get away that easy. Never. It'll be a fun process, actually. We'll take his soul, then his body, then we'll bring him back to life. Then we'll just torture him somewhere where you two wouldn't be able to find him until his son is born; then we'll just kill him."
"If you touch him you'll regret ever having been born," Dean hissed, cocking his gun. "I'm warning you. Either save my brother or die."
"I'm sorry, but I'm devoted to my husband, and he needs your brother," the woman said, shrugging. "That's just the way it is. So, kill me if you wish; you'll never get him and you'll never save your brother. Now, really, I must tell you that if you don't visit your brother soon that he'll die without his big brother there to help him. Wouldn't that just be a shame?"
"Please, just heal him," Dean practically begged, tears coming to his eyes.
"I can't," the woman said, shrugging. "Only my husband can. Oh, and just so you know, if you kill him your brother will die anyway. Except this time it'll be more permanent and your nephew won't receive his powers."
"So you're making us choose between Sam and my unborn nephew, is that it?" Dean asked, glaring at her.
"Oh, heavens, no," the woman said, laughing slightly. "I'm making you choose between your nephew having powers or not. Sam will be gone no matter what you try to do."
"Bitch!" Dean yelled, firing the gun at her.
The bullet caused the woman to stumble backwards a bit, her hand to her chest. She removed her hand, looking down at the blood before smirking back at Dean and John. "Too late. I told you that you should've visited him while you had the chance." She then fell to the ground, her eyes closing.
Dean felt his breath catch in this throat; he could feel in his heart that she was right... Sam was dying at that very moment. "We have to get back. Now."
"Sam!" Anna screamed, tears streaming down her face as nurses pulled her out of the room, doctors rushing in.
Sam was in his bed, flat lining. They had been having a normal conversation, talking about the baby and how they would spoil it, how they would get married as soon as possible and have a normal life together. It had all seemed so perfect... then Sam as started having a seizure.
"No, let me go!" Anna screamed. "I need to see him! He's my baby's father! Let me see him!"
"I'm sorry, miss, but you can't just yet," the nurse said, rubbing Anna's back. "Just take a seat in the waiting room and let the doctors do their job."
"Sam!" Anna screamed again, still being pulled by the nurses. "Let me see him! Please let me see him!" The nurses helped her down in a chair, and she immediately started sobbing in her hands.
Dean and John rushed into the hospital about ten minutes later. They didn't waste any time, and started towards Sam's room, but was stopped by Anna as they made their way through the waiting room.
Dean saw the tears on Anna's face, and how she was trying to control herself from breaking down. He shook his head. "Anna, Sam... He... Is he okay?"
Anna shook her head, then started sobbing. Dean suddenly had a hard time breathing, and John helped him down on the chair. Dean shook his head again. "No, he's fine. He's Sam. He's my geeky yet strong baby brother. He's fine. He has to be."
Anna shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry, Dean. He just... he..." she started sobbing again, and John pulled her close.
Dean stood up and started down the hallway, watching as doctors made their way out of Sam's room. One stopped him.
"Sir, you can't go in there," he said, catching Dean's arm.
Dean faced him, his expression hard. "Look, my brother just fucking died, alright? I did everything I could to try and help him but it still wasn't enough. I wasn't even there for him when he..." Dean took in a deep breath, shaking his head. "The least you can do is let me say good bye to him."
The doctor studied Dean for a second, then nodded. "In five or so minutes someone will be here to take him to the morgue. You have until then."
Dean nodded, walking into the room. Sam was still out on the bed, but he didn't look so uncomfortable this time. He looked as if he was just sleeping, and he always looked so peaceful when he was off dreaming. But Dean knew this time he wouldn't wake up... he couldn't.
Dean walked towards Sam slowly, swallowing a lump that had formed in his throat. Tears clouded his vision and he stopped at the bed, taking one of Sam's hands in his own. "Hey, Sammy. It's Dean. Wherever you are I hope that you can hear me." A few tears fell and his breathe caught in his throat. He knew Sam was around; he could feel him. He knew that Sam would be able to hear him, and that made him feel a little bit better. "I'm sorry I couldn't stop this; I'm sorry I couldn't keep you from dying. I tried so hard, I really did. I was always able to protect you, you know? From bullies when you were younger, from evil bastards when you started hunting... But I couldn't protect you this time, and for the life of me I can't understand why. Why now, of all times?
"I know you said that you'll be coming back, but it doesn't feel like it, you know? It feels like... It feels like you're gone, and you're not coming back." Dean wiped away a few tears that had fallen, shaking his head. "I'm so sorry, Sammy. I'm so, so sorry. I know I didn't tell you nearly enough, but I love you. You were the best little brother a guy could ask for."
Dean sat down in the chair next to the bed, putting his head in his hands. The silent sobs started coming, shaking his body as a whole. "You know, I hate you, Sammy. I hate you so much right now. I hate you because you left me! I know it's pathetic to have your little brother as your best friend but you were! You were my reminder that there were still some good things in this world, that not everyone and everything was bad! And now you're gone and I don't know if I can believe in the good anymore!" He stood up, kicking the chair. He then grabbed the bed pan, throwing it across the room. "How could you just leave me like this, Sam? How? I hate you for leaving me! I hate you for it, Sam! I hate you for it!" Dean then fell to the floor slowly, his cheeks now covered in tears. "Why? I don't understand why..."
Dean took a few deep breaths before lifting himself up slowly. He took Sam's hand in his own again, gently pushing some of Sam's hair behind his ear. He leaned down, kissing Sam's forehead. "Good bye, Sammy... I love you."
Haley: Dean, if you start yelling at me I swear I'll punch you. I was crying as I wrote that. Seriously! It totally affected me, too. Which sucks, because it actually burns when I cry... I have to close my eyes until they stop stinging and shit... it sucks. So if you start complaining to me I'm gonna have to punch you and then probably knee you good, too.
Dean: ...
Haley: Thank you.
Sam: Is that the last chapter?
Haley: Nah, there's at least one more left. Either one or two, I haven't decided yet. Probably just one, but yes. This wasn't the last chapter, promise! Anyway, stay turned, guys!