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.

Set After: Season 1

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

A/n: Okay, so I downloaded Skin… its my new favorite episode! Sorry this chapter is so short, I reached where I wanted to be… next chapter should be up soon.

This chapter is dedicated to Ali (orange-tide) who gave me the idea for the ending.

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Sam soon found himself back in his hospital bed, actually feeling a bit better from his talk with Dean. As one-sided as the conversation had been, it still made Sam feel a whole lot better. While he was still worried about Dean, he just had a feeling that he was going to be fine. That Dean was going to wake up. And that everything would be better.

But that was only one half of the equation. The other half of him had this deep feeling of dread. Dread that Dean would never wake up, and they would end up killing him because of he was a lost cause. And Sam would be all alone again.

The sad thing is, that as Sam listened to the tug of war in his head, he barely realized that his eyes were drifting shut. There was so much going on in his head, so many thoughts running circles in his brain, that he had no idea how tired he was.

As the thoughts spun their intricate web of confusion in his head, Sam slowly drifted off to sleep.

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"Heart didn't do anything! He was useless! All he did was talk to his damn monkey!"

What? Sam was so confused. He hadn't even realized he had fallen asleep.

"But the monkey saved their ass!"

That voice was different. What was going on? Sam groggily opened his eyes. When had he fallen asleep?

"Ah, sleeping beauty is finally awake!" That was the second voice. It was a guy. That much he could tell. Sam forced his eyes shut and opened them again, trying to get them to focus.

"Sam, you had us worried!" That time it was the first voice. And now Sam, who was almost fully awake mentally, realized it was a girl. A familiar voice. Very familiar.

It seemed like it took forever for his eyes to come into focus. When they finally did, he couldn't help the smile from growing across his face. He remembered them. He knew who they were. Becky and Zack. Wait. Why were they here?

But that thought was quickly answered as Becky grabbed his hand (the one not in a cast) and gripped it quite firmly.

"They called us not too long ago… They took the cell from your pocket…" Wow. Since when was Becky the psychic? "Scared the crap out of us… they were… they were looking for someone to send you home with."

Wait. Home? No! What about Dean? He wasn't leaving here without Dean.

Becky's grip tightened.

Sam's eyes moved over to Zack, who had been oddly quiet through this entire conversation. Zack's eyes locked with Sam's and they just stared at each other for a while.

"What the hell happened to you?" Zack finally asked, breaking the silence.

Sam couldn't help but chuckle. Yet he didn't really say anything. What had happened? A truck slammed into the side of the Impala, killing his dad and leaving Dean unresponsive. That's what happened.

"I heard you got into a fight against a eighteen-wheeler and lost…"

Sam chuckled again, but half-heartedly. "I guess you could say that…" he said after a slight pause.

Then, as if a cold wind blew through the room, a shiver ran through Sam as an awkward silence descended upon the three of them.

"Sam…" Becky said, finally breaking the silence after it became completely unbearable.

Sam took a deep breath and moved his eyes over to look at his friend. "What?"

"How are you doing?" she asked. Oh what a wonderful question to ask. How was he doing? Oh just fantastic. Before Sam could even respond, Becky cut him off again. "And don't lie Sam…"

Sam looked down, diverting his eyes as best as he could from both Becky and Zack, which was hard considering they were on either side of him.

"Sammy…"

"It's SAM!" Sam snapped.

Once again, the room fell into more silence. Sam took a deep breath. He actually closed his eyes, as if that would help him escape their question.

Finally, "Not too good…" he responded. With that simple response, Sam felt Becky's grip on his hand tighten.

"But they're thinking of letting you--" Zack started, but Sam cut him off, not looking at him, but instead at Becky.

His eyes pierced into hers. "Physically I'm gonna be fine as soon as the bones heal… but…" his voice faded.

"But what Sam?" Becky asked.

"Dean… Dean's not waking up…" he said, causing Becky to pull him into the best hug she could muster with out causing Sam too much discomfort.

"Wait… Dean… your brother Dean…" Zack asked.

"Yeah…" Sam said, slowly turning to look at Zack.

"Dude… he's dead…"

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A/n: Ooooooooo… I'm evil… but… nevermind…

Thankies to my reviewers: Kaewi, Spuffyshipper, ghostwriter, KatieMalfoy19, BROXA, Ziipie, pizzapixie,