You Better Wake
Disclaimer: Dude, if I Owned the show, I would be writing episodes right now.
Warnings: "Devil's Trap" and umm, Sam's mind?
A/N: I also give thanks to SM for being beta and checking for errors. Thanx, SM. The Italic words are Sam thoughts. The Bold are outside people.
Dean
You would think after being hit by a Semi, I would be lucky enough to be knocked-out cold. Not half-way stuck and trapped in my mind. But to make the best of it, I never thought we'd go out like this. Dean wanted to take all the demons he can with him. But a Semi? It's kind of hard too think about, so I don't. Then again, it's hard to do that too. It's also hard to imagine Dean, my invincible big brother, my best friend, dying in the back seat of his black 1967 Chevy Impala. Or what's left of it. But there's not much I can do about that, now can I? If there was, I wouldn't be here……wherever "here" is.
You may not know this, Dean or maybe you do, but I look up to you. Well down actually, seeing how I'm taller and all. But you took care of me, saved my hide more times than I can count. And no matter how annoying you can be sometimes, your my big brother. So, I guess it's kinda your job. Both our jobs. A job I hope we can keep, because it's kinda hard to annoy each other if one of us is dead. Funny how a life/death situation can make you see things, huh?
John
Just so you know I never meant for things to be this way, ya know? Never wanted us to have to think about what we're going to say to each other.
I'm thinking Dean was right when he said we're more alike than we think. Not just with mom and Jess, but how we act. We're just in, I don't know…denial, I guess? Like father like son, huh?
You don't want to admit that even though you may not like most of the choices I made, you know for a fact you would have made the same ones.
I don't want to admit that we have anything in common. Even though a blind, deaf and mute person can easily tell we do. I wouldn't see it because, well I didn't want to. Thought if I ignored it long enough I'd go away.
I don't hate you dad, I never did. Even after all the fights we had. I was mad, yes. I may not understand all the things you did, but hate you? No.
You know a funny thing about being a psychic is, if you hit your head hard enough or lose enough blood, in this case I'm pretty sure it's both, you don't get your average, run of the mill, unconsciousness. No, I'm awake. Or as awake as I can be for someone who just had a face to face confrontation with a Semi.
An "in between" I guess you can call it. Which can be both a blessing and a curse. So, I wait. Hoping that dad and Dean are still alive. Maybe then I can tell them, maybe then dad will know I don't hate him, and Dean will know I still need him around.
"What's it look like?"
"One of the doors will have to be cut to get to the one in front. The male in the back has heavy blood loss, so lets get him out first."
"And the driver?"
"He's fine, but let's get a neck brace for this one just in case. We're on the clock here, so lets get these people out and to the hospital."
Well, looks like I might get that chance after all.
Fin.
A/N: I might continue it into a sequel, when Sam gets his chance to set things right. What do you think?