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: Last chapter. It's kinda hard to believe I've actually finished it. I rarely ever finish a story!

But without further ado… the ending:

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Sam remained silent for a few moments. What was wrong? Why… what was going on with Dean?

"Sam…" Laura's voice came through on the other end. "Sam, calm down. Dean's fine…"

Sam sighed in relief. "But…" he said, yet Laura cut him off.

"He's asking for you…" she said. An overwhelming joy passed through Sam. Dean… was… awake.

Dean was awake. Dean was alive.

And Sam wasn't there.

Damn Becky. Damn her. Dean was awake, and he wasn't there. "Can you give me… give me a few minutes to get there?" His voice was shaking in excitement. This was it.

"Of course Sam…"

Sam hung up the phone. Now how was he going to get to the hospital. He quickly dialed Becky again. It once again went over to the voice mail, but this time, Sam left as message.

"I hope you're happy…" he said slowly. "Dean's up…" With that, he hung up.

Now he needed a way to get the hell to the hospital. His mind was spinning, running in circles, not being able to get much of a thought out of them.

Then it hit him. Why hadn't he thought of this sooner? He quickly wheeled himself over to the nightstand, almost running into the bed, but stopping himself. He forced himself to reach down and grab the telephone book. It didn't hurt too much, it was just very uncomfortable.

After what felt like hours of reaching, trying to grab the book, he managed to get it and paged through it quickly.

Taxi services.

He ran his finger lightly down the listing and found one that was stationed close to the hospital. He quickly dialed it.

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It only took five minutes for the taxi to get there. Five minutes that were like an eternity to Sam. Five long minutes of waiting, impatiently.

His brother was awake. Dean was conscious. And Sam wasn't there.

The taxi came pulling in the parking lot, and Sam was already waiting at the door. He had managed to get the door open and just wheeled himself out, letting the door slam behind him. He had some cash in his pocket, but it wasn't much.

He didn't have much on him.

Hopefully it was enough. The taxi stopped right in front of his room and the driver was even nice enough to get out of the cab and help Sam into the cab, placing the wheelchair in the trunk.

"Hospital, am I right?" he asked, as he got back into the front of the cab.

"Yeah." Sam responded. Okay, he was beginning to get more and more impatient. He was in the cab, heading to the hospital. And the guy was going so slow. He just wanted to see his brother, was that so much to ask?

Sam just looked out the window, waiting. He hated waiting. He was sick of waiting. Sick and tired of waiting. And now the taxi was just beginning to get uncomfortable.

"We're almost there kid, calm down…" the driver's voice came from the front, snapping Sam out of his thoughts.

"I am calm…" Sam responded, but he didn't sound calm. He sounded anxious. He wanted to see Dean. Now.

"It's just over the hill…" the driver said as he began climbing up the hill.

If anything that just made Sam even more anxious.

His left leg began bouncing slightly. Gods, he just wanted to see Dean.

As the cab crowned the hill Sam could see the hospital sprawling out at the bottom of the hill. Somewhere in there, Dean was awake. Alive.

Not comatose. Not dead. Alive.

And that thought made Sam feel so much better.

The trip down the hill must have been the longest thirty seconds of his life. But before too long, the cab pulled into the hospital parking lot, stopping right in front of the doors. The driver got out of the cab and pulled the wheelchair out of the trunk and helped Sam out of the cab.

"Thank you…" Sam said quietly, looking at the price of the ride. $5.55. All he had was six. He handed it to him. "Sorry I don't have anything more…" he said slowly.

The driver just shook his head. "It's fine kid," he said, taking the money.

Sam just smiled at him and wheeled his way through the automatic doors of the hospital and into the lobby. Thankfully, Laura was waiting there for him.

She walked over to him and took the wheel chair from him, and began pushing him. "What took you so long?" she asked jokingly.

"I had to get a cab…" Sam responded.

"A cab Sam?" Laura asked with a small chuckle. "Why didn't you tell me you didn't have a ride, I would have come to get you… I know how important this is to you."

Sam smiled slightly, but didn't respond.

Laura changed the subject. "Dean's been asking for you almost non-stop since they took the breathing tube out."

Sam looked down at the floor. And he had missed it.

"He's okay, right?" Sam asked quietly.

"He'll be fine Sam," Laura responded. "A little weak, but he'll be fine in a few days."

"Good."

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Laura continued to push Sam through the halls of the hospital, the path from the lobby to Dean's room ever familiar to him.

But the scene was different when Sam was pushed into Dean's room. A huge smile formed on both brother's faces.

"Sammy…" Dean asked, his voice raspy.

"Dean, you okay man?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded. "Kinda tired…" his voice still raspy and unused. "And my throat hurts like a bitch…"

Sam chuckled. "You were in a coma Dean…" he said slowly.

"So I've been told…" Dean continued, his eyes grazing over his brother. "But it seems like you got it worse than I did."

Sam nodded slightly with a small chuckle.

The two of them sat in silence for a while, Sam still not really believing that Dean was awake. Dean broke it. "How's dad?" he asked slowly.

Sam broke his eyes away from Dean. He didn't want to have to tell Dean again.

"Sam… how's dad?" Dean asked again, trying to sound demanding, but only coming across as tired.

Sam looked up. "He didn't make it…"

More silence. "He's dead?" Dean finally got out.

Sam nodded slightly.

Sam just let silence flood over them. He really didn't know what to really say. "So the Impala's wrecked, dad's gone…" Dean's voice was slowly fading. Sam couldn't tell if it was because he just had a breathing tube removed from his throat or if he was upset. Sam figured it was the second one.

"Yeah…" Sam responded.

"Damn Sam…" Dean said, still not taking his eyes off of his younger brother. "When we get another car, you sure as hell are never driving it…"

Sam didn't chuckle. This just showed how upset his brother actually was. Trying to crack jokes to hide his inner feelings.

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The two of them sat there for the longest time, not really talking. There wasn't that much to say. Dean was obviously upset, and Sam… Sam was so relieved and happy that Dean was awake.

It wasn't a good mix.

A knock on the door brought them both out of their silence as the doctor slowly walked in. It was the same doctor that had operated on Dean. The same doctor that told Sam that Dean would eventually wake up.

"How are you feeling Dean?" he asked.

Dean forced a chuckle. "Not that bad, all things considered."

The doctor nodded and wrote something down on his clipboard, but didn't say anything.

"How long was I out doc?" he asked slowly.

"Almost two weeks…" Sam answered before the doctor even had a chance to.

"Thank you Doctor Sammy…" Dean said, glaring playfully at his younger brother, masking the pain he was feeling.

The doctor chuckled. "Depending on how you do the next few days, you can be out of here in by the end of the week."

"That's great…" Sam said, not giving Dean a chance to respond.

"I'll be back in a little to check on you again, okay?"

Dean nodded and the doctor left.

"Guess we have to start all over again, don't we?" Dean asked, looking at Sam.

Sam looked up at him. "Start all over Dean?" he asked, a tone of almost bitterness in his voice. "Dean, I can't walk…"

"Point taken…" he sighed. "How long until you're healed?"

"Dean…" Sam said slowly. But he knew what Dean was doing. He was doing what Becky had told him to do. Getting away. Closing off his mind to what had happened. The sooner he could move on, the sooner this would be in the past. The less it would hurt.

"What? That thing… that thing is still out there…" Dean said slowly, his voice once again becoming raspy. "And we gotta kill it."

Sam just nodded. That was definitely the truth.

"We just have to wait a little bit…"

Sam smiled slightly. "A little bit?"

"Okay, maybe a lotta bit…" Dean sighed, causing Sam to chuckle. "Just promise… promise…" Dean took a deep breath. "Promise that this isn't the end. That when I'm better and you're better, that we're gonna find that bastard and waste it."

Sam chuckled and nodded slightly. "Definitely…"

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Fin.

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A/n: Cheezy little ending. xD… so do you want me to post the alternate ending?

Thanks to my reviewers: Ziipie, Joou Himeko Dah, Cailin, Supffyshipper, daisymaygirl1, RavynJensen, Nate and Jake, rozzy07