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: This chapter probably wont be as long as the previous one, because I write until I find a spot I feel comfortable ending with, and that one just went on and on and on…

And as you could probably tell, time passage isn't my top writing quality… xD

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Eventually. Eventually ended up being seven and a half days.

Well… if you wanted to be precise it was seven days, ten hours, and fifty-six minutes since the doctor came in and said that Dean would wake up eventually to Dean actually waking up.

Not that Sam was keeping that close of a tab on his brother.

In the midst of those seven and a half days, Sam had been discharged from the hospital. This happened on the second day of waiting. He stayed in a hotel not too far from the hospital, in the room that was conjoined with Becky and Zack's. The door between the two rooms was always open.

But the only time Sam was ever in the hotel room was when visiting hours at the hospital were over. And then he would almost always come back to the hotel room, turn on the television, and fall asleep. It always seemed to happen in that order.

The majority of his time was spent at the hospital. Now that he wasn't a patient, they couldn't stop him from being there every moment he possibly could. Just waiting. Waiting for Dean to wake up.

Becky would bring him in the morning, and then leave. Sam understood why. He didn't want her to be there all the time. He even told her that she didn't have to stay.

So Sam just sat there, all day. Waiting. Dean was going to wake up, and Sam was going to be damn sure he was there when it happened. An entire day would pass, and Zack or Becky would come to get him, and see if anything had changed with Dean.

For four days all was the same. When there was no change in Dean, they'd slowly wheel Sam out of the room, and it would start all over again the next day.

This routine lasted four days. Everyday, Sam would just sit there. Waiting. Watching. Fighting. Fighting within himself. One part of him knew that if he would just be patient that Dean would come out of this. That sometime Dean would get sick of being asleep and wake up. And then everything would be fine.

But the other part of him was slowly losing hope as each day passed. Each day without Dean waking up caused Sam to become more and more distressed. Maybe the doctors had been wrong. Maybe Dean was going to stay in the coma forever. Every day seemed to get worse and worse.

And that internal struggle within Sam would continue on and on, hour by hour, as Sam just sat there. Waiting.

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And Sam was slowly caving into the dark side. The side that was once again losing hope in the doctors. Losing hope in Dean.

Becky slowly walked into the room, a sad smile on her face. "Sam…" she said quietly, "Visiting hours are over…"

Sam nodded slightly, looking down as he pushed on the break of the wheelchair, removing the small rubber stopper that was keeping his wheelchair in place. Without waiting for Becky, he slowly tried to wheel himself out of the room. He wasn't doing the greatest job, but he was doing it.

Becky slowly walked behind him. "Sam… you need a break…"

"No. It's fine…" Sam responded, sighing. He stopped trying to move the wheelchair as he felt Becky grab onto the handle bars and begin pushing him gently.

"Sam, you know that's a lie," Becky stated bluntly. "You're driving yourself insane by doing this. Every day, just sitting there, waiting. It's enough to drive anyone to insanity…"

Deep down, Sam knew that Becky was right, but he wanted to be there when Dean woke up. He didn't want Dean to be alone when he woke up. Not like he had been.

Sam once again sighed. "I know…" he said slowly. "I know."

"Well then act on it! Get away from the hospital for even just a day! Get your mind away from the crash."

"NO!" Sam almost shouted, causing the motion in the wheelchair to stop as Becky stopped moving. "Becky, I'm not leaving this place without my brother. I'm not going to stop thinking about it until Dean is fine!"

Becky was silent and didn't move for a while before she finally began pushing Sam through the hallways of the hospital.

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The next morning Sam woke up. He hadn't spoken to Becky or Zack all night and had basically locked himself in his room. If Becky or Zack would have come over, he wouldn't have talked to them. But they didn't.

And now he felt bad. Becky was just trying to help, and he had flipped on her. He slowly forced himself up out of the bed and actually made it over to his wheelchair. He was getting better at it. Soon he might be able to do it on his own without Becky and Zack. And Dean would be able to help him… if Dean ever woke up.

He wheeled haphazardly over towards the door conjoining his room with Becky and Zack's room. Slowly, he pushed the door open. It creaked loudly. "Becky…" he called into the room.

There was no response.

"Zack…"

He pushed himself deeper into the room. It was totally empty. A sharp pang of worry shot through Sam as he flipped the light switch on.

Empty.

"Shit!" he cursed, wheeling through the room, running into things. They hadn't left, all their things were still there, but neither Becky nor Zack were anywhere near the room.

As quickly as he could he wheeled himself over to his room and picked up his cell phone (which had been returned to him when he got discharged) and dialed Becky's number.

It rang. And Rang. And Rang.

Until finally, right before it was about to go over to voice mail, Becky picked up.

"Hello?" her voice rang through from the other end.

"Where are you?" Sam asked, not aware of how whiney his voice sounded.

"Sam?" she asked. Sam could tell she was playing innocent.

"Don't you Sam me. Where are you?" he asked angrily.

"Giving you a break," she stated simply before hanging up.

Giving him a break. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Gah! He quickly dialed the number again, but this time it went over to voice mail.

He hung up, not leaving a message. Damn it. This wasn't funny. Not at all.

He threw the phone on the bed and just sat in the wheelchair for a while. The hospital wasn't that far, maybe he could wheel himself. But a dull pain in his broken wrist told him that wasn't quite the greatest idea.

So he was stuck. Stuck in the damn room, for the entire room, with nothing to do. Except worry. Worry and wait.

He got up out of the wheelchair and let himself fall onto the bed. He was gonna kill her.

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The hours passed slowly. There was nothing on TV, Becky still wasn't answering her phone. He hadn't left any messages at all.

If Becky really thought that this was helping him, she was wrong. Now he was just even more worried, not being able to see his brother. Not having the physical manifestation of his brother to let Sam know he wasn't dead.

He continued surfing the channels. Slowly. There was nothing on. Soap operas and infomercials. They didn't even get Cartoon Network. What kind of cheap ass hotel was this?

Sam shut the TV off not too long. It was really starting to annoy him.

And it was at that very moment that his cell phone rang.

He grabbed for it immediately, hoping it was Becky, so he could kill her. This wasn't helping him, this was making things worse.

But when he looked at the caller ID, he saw that it wasn't Becky calling, but the hospital.

He answered, not being able to control the shaking in his voice. He feared the worse. "Hello?"

"Sam?" It was Laura. "Sam… where are you?" she asked, there was an odd quality to her voice that Sam couldn't really explain.

"In my hotel room…" he said, sounding a bit agitated.

"Well, you need to get here… and quick…"

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A/n: That felt like a good place to end. Sorry about not updating, I had work the past two days. But I posted now.

Next chapter should be up shortly, hopefully.

It should be ending soon. I might have two endings, one that is normal for regular people, and one that is normal for me (teeheehee)… so if you like that idea tell me in your review.

Thanks to my reviewers: Halcyon Impulsion, BROXA, Kaewi, PabloDivaRidesAgain, RavynJensen, Virgil's Grl, Ziipie, daisymaygirl1, ashlyns

Review. I'm thinking the next chapter might be the end, and then the alternate ending.