Fighting Chance

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Summary: They were gone. He had killed his family. And now Sam was alone. Very alone. Sam-centric. Post-finale.

A/n: As for right now, bringing Sarah in is in the lead, as I begin to write the chapter. When it comes to the end of the chapter, whoever has the most is gonna show.

Some quick IMPORTANT background info: Sam woke up about a day and a half after the crash…

A few days have passed in the story from chapter 2 to 3.

Set After: Season 1

Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to… the WB… CW… whatever it goes by now…

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Sam continually got angrier and angrier at the doctors whenever they would come in. Somewhere within him, the logical portion of his brain was telling him that they just wanted to make sure he was okay. That was why they wouldn't let him go see Dean.

But at the moment, that part of his brain was being overshadowed by the sheer fact that he just wanted to see for himself how his brother was doing.

The nurse, who Sam had gotten to know quite well after the past few days, walked in again smiling. Sam returned it, even though he wasn't in the mood to be smiling.

"Doing better Sam?" she asked, walking over to the side of his bed.

Sam nodded slightly. According to Laura, the nurse, the doctors were going to take the brace off soon. He was healing better than they thought. But Sam knew if he would see Dean he'd heal even better.

"Well that's always good," she smiled sweetly. "The doctors want to do a scan of your head, just to make sure there isn't anything that they missed."

Sam understood. He hadn't really gotten much of a chance to get out of the damn bed. He was kinda stuck there. His leg, which they had originally thought was shattered, was broken in three places, but it meant he wouldn't be walking for a while.

He moved his eyes away from Laura. "When?" he asked slowly.

"As soon as you're ready," she said, walking around to look him in the eyes.

Sam closed his eyes and nodded. For some reason this caused Laura to laugh.

"All right, I'll go get some help, and then we'll get there…"

Not responding, Sam just let his eyes stay closed.

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Fifteen minutes, and a headache for Sam later, he was in a wheelchair. He wasn't the happiest camper, but at least he was out of the bed.

Now he looked like he was in a very cranky mood as Laura pushed him through the halls. He wasn't in the greatest of moods, that was for damn sure.

"Cheer up Sam," she said, just by her voice Sam could tell she was smiling.

"Do I have any reason to cheer up?" he asked back, his voice actually scaring him at how depressed and angry it sounded.

"I got you out of that room…" she said.

Point taken. But Sam didn't respond. He was beginning to wish that he would have listened to his dad and shot him when he had the chance. Then the Demon would be gone… and they would have been in the same position.

Either way, his dad died, but this just seemed so much… worse? Even though Sam knew he shouldn't he was blaming himself again. If he would have listened to his father, and shot him when the Demon was inside of him, he would be walking, he'd actually be able to see his brother.

With his good arm, Sam wiped away the tears that were beginning to form. No crying. Not now.

"We're here…" Laura said, pushing Sam gently into a room with a large machine.

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"I feel the sudden urge to give you a lollypop for being a good boy…" Laura said once the scan was over. It caused Sam to chuckle, but it was short lived. He was going back to his room. He was going back to being stuck on a damn bed, not knowing anything.

"Come on Sam," she said, "You gotta cheer up…"

"No I don't." Sam said defiantly, acting like a little kid who wasn't getting his way.

The rest of the nice wheelchair ride was in silence. Sam seemed to think it took longer, but he was already lost in the hustle and bustle of the busy hospital.

They finally got to a door, but Sam realized that it wasn't his room. He knew his room number, and this wasn't it.

"What's going on?" Sam asked, but he had a feeling.

"Just a little pit stop sweetheart…" she sighed, pushing Sam into the room.

Anything else that would have and could have happened were pushed out of his mind.

"Dean?" he said, almost wishing Laura would push him over to his brother faster.

Sam felt his heart breaking when he actually saw his brother. He had only ever seen his brother like this once. And he did something about it. Now, he felt powerless. Dean was pale as a ghost, almost blending in with the white sheets that surrounded him.

That only made the scratches and cuts on his face and arms show through even better.

But he looked relaxed, he looked like he was just asleep.

Sam once again found himself wiping away tears as he watched his brother's chest rise and fall gently with the help of the oxygen. He could hear the faint beeping of the heart monitor that was attached to his brother's finger.

But it was all fading away when it hit Sam that… Dean might never wake up.

He heard the door close, and without having to look, he knew he was alone.

"Dean…" he repeated slowly. "Dean, come on man…" he said, his voice shaking slightly as he spoke. "You gotta wake up… you gotta get your ass out of this coma…" he chucked slightly. But it was forced.

Sam looked down at the bright white sheets that surrounded his brother. Hospital sheets. Not the most comfortable things.

He slowly looked back up at his brother. "Dean… come on…" he repeated. He locked his eyes on his brother's closed one. In some ways he was trying to force him to open his eyes by just staring at him. But Sam knew that wouldn't work.

"The crash wasn't that bad Dean…" he knew that was a lie. "There's no reason to be in a coma because of it…"

Sam bit back the tears. "Oh who the hell am I trying to kid?" his voice caught slightly. He ran his hand down his face, as if trying to compose himself.

"I know," he said with a small chuckle, as if Dean had said something. "No chick flick moments… but…" he sighed. "Dean… Dad's gone… the Impala… we were hit by a truck…"

His eye's broke away from Dean as he angrily wiped the tears away.

"Dean… don't leave me alone…" he said, his voice barely even a whisper. "I'm falling apart here… you'd be laughing your ass off… but…" Sam's voice faded into silence.

Eyes forced shut, Sam tried to mentally compose himself. He was strong. He knew he could do this, but that was only half of it. His dad was gone. Dead. Forever. Not missing. Dead. He thought that he'd be used to the idea, but he wasn't.

"Dean…" He looked back up at his brother. He looked like he was sleeping, almost peacefully.

Nothing had changed. He hadn't expected it to. "Just don't die… okay?"

He took a deep breath in, almost choking on the amount of air he had taken in.

"I need you to tell me its not my fault… because I'm doing a shit job at that right now…" His voice cracked again as he gave up and just let the tears flow, not bothering to stop them.

Sam sat there for the longest time, in almost total silence, just watching his brother, almost willing him to get his ass up. But nothing changed. Dean didn't even… he didn't even twitch, there was nothing happening to even convince Sam he was alive except the slight rise and fall of his chest and the slow, constant beeping of the heart monitor.

He heard the door open and almost jumped. He didn't turn to look at who had walked in, but he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Sam, we should head back now…"

It was Laura.

Sam nodded slightly, but didn't look at her. He couldn't. Sam took a deep breath.

"Don't die on me Dean… I don't…"

He didn't let himself finish. He didn't want those words to escape his mouth. He quickly wiped the tears away from his eyes. Yeah, Dean would be laughing his ass off at him right now.

"I don't wanna have to bury you…"

The words echoed in his mind as Laura wheeled down the labyrinth-like halls.

Dean had to wake up. He just had to.

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A/n: I need to lighten this story up a bit, its making me depressed…

Thanks to my reviewers: spuffyshipper, TuffaChica, Anamalia-fear, Estei, Ghostwriter, BROXA, KatieMalfoy19, Blonde604, leanneB, pizzapixie, ashlyns, Long-Live-Christopher

Okay… I'm really lost… this may seem like a really stupid question, but I've only seen the last half of the Supernatural Season and I have no clue who Becky and Zack are. I'm working on downloading the Pilot right now… but if someone could clarify that for me, I'd love you forever!

Polls are still open for who you want to come… Sarah or one of his friends…

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