Title: Saving Me

Summary: Post Devil's Trap. The accident with the semi leaves Dean in a coma and with serious injuries. Sam struggles to deal with his brother's condition and state of mind, while a visit from a friend temporarily helps. However, the boys soon realise that they need their father more than they care to admit. Possible spoilers-season one.

Disclaimer: Own Supernatural...I wish. I'm only borrowing Dean, Sam, John, any other characters associated with the show that I haven't already mentioned...oh yeah and the car. I promise I will return them safe and sound once I'm done with them...if only i could keep Dean (sighs). Oh well, I only own what you don't recognise.

Note: Sorry for taking so long to update the story but i've been really busy...honest. Anyways i hope you enjoy reading it and please review. :)

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SAVING ME

Everything was foggy, there was a haze clouding him which he could not shift. It was beginning to frustrate him. A lot. He could hear distant voices at first he heard a female's and then he heard a deeper, troubled voice. Sammy? Dean tried to call out to him but no sound escaped his mouth. He tried to move his arms but they wouldn't work. Finally he settled with trying to open his eyes. But his lids were too heavy and wouldn't budge. His lack of control over his own body caused him to wonder…Am I dead? A pang of pain ripped through his chest. I never thought death would be so painful. Exhaustion and confusion settled over Dean Winchester. Then suddenly, he became aware of something in his throat and it hurt like hell. His nose twitched, recognising a smell, one which made his stomach turnover. I'm not dead…I'm in a freaking hospital? That meant the painful thing in his throat was a tube. Tubes aren't good and hospitals aren't any better. Hospitals meant sick, injured, dying people. Sam… Dad?

Dean panicked.

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For days now Dean had been unconscious. Sam had been by his big brother's bedside the majority of the time, only leaving to go to the bathroom or when the nurses would shoo him away to the cafeteria to actually eat. The doctors had insisted that Sam stay in hospital for observation since he had suffered quite a serious concussion in the accident and had no feeling or use in his left hand at all. This had turned out to work in Sam's favour because it meant he could spend more time with Dean, even outside the regular visiting hours (after some serious manipulation of the nurses!). Right now, Sam was sitting beside Dean's bed, his head resting on his hands. Sleep had evaded him ever since the accident, he spent the majority of the time worrying about Dean and Dad, then the rest of it worrying that if he fell asleep something could happen. The nurses, of course, had noticed his lack of sleep and had threatened that he would not be allowed to spend extra time with Dean unless he actually went up to his room and got some proper sleep. He had followed their orders – he had gone up to his room and lay on his bed. But he did not sleep.

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The sudden change in beeping on the monitors snapped Sam awake. He had not even realised that he had closed his eyes. He looked up to the beeping monitors.

"Nurse?" Sam shouted.

Dr. Waters had been standing at the nurses' station filling in some paperwork when she heard Sam's cry. Immediately she rushed over to Dean's bedside and quickly checked the monitors and then Dean.

"Dean, can you hear me?"

No response.

"Dean, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand."

Dr. Waters felt some pressure on her little finger.

"Good, now Dean, I need you to first calm down and then I want you to try and wake up for me, okay."

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Darkness swam before him, as a distant voice called out to him. The sweet, female voice told him to calm down and try to wake up. Easier said than done, honey. But he wanted so badly to know what was going on. He wanted to see his brother and his dad. He wanted to tease Sammy again, see the look in his dad's eyes when he stood up to him. But for one of the rare times in his life, Dean Winchester was afraid. He was afraid that if he woke up he would not like what greeted him. He was afraid that the two people who mattered most in his life were not there. But he was also afraid of being left alone again in this darkness which he had no control over.

"DEAN." A familiar voice shouted. This time it was not that sweet, female voice he had heard earlier; it was that much deeper, troubled voice laced with emotion. Sammy?

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Sam and Dr. Waters watched silently as Dean's eyes twitched. Slowly, they began to open, as if some invisible force were fighting to hold them down. They reached halfway and then closed again. Sam let out a sad sigh. For the next couple of minutes, Dean's eyes continued the same routine of half-opening and then closing again. Then after awhile, there was no movement at all.

Sam turned his attention away from Dean and to the doctor beside him.

"What happened before, with the machines I mean?"

Dr. Waters looked into Sam's face, a mixture of worry, confusion and fatigue. "Don't worry Sam. His brain became focussed and he must have realised where he was and just panicked. It's quite common amongst coma patients."

"Why couldn't he open his eyes completely though?"

"Dean has been through a lot of physical trauma Sam. When the body goes through this, the brain shuts down for awhile allowing the body to repair itself. His brain is waking up now and it will take some time for his senses to become focussed, everything seems hazy to him." She paused, looking thoughtful.

"Some coma patients don't want to wake up, for one reason or another, Dean may just be afraid. The best thing you could do right now is talk to him, tell him you love him and you want him to wake up, trust me he can hear you." She smiled at Sam reassuringly, and turned to go.

"Dr. Waters-"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

"I'm just doing my job."

She turned and walked out of the room. Sam suddenly felt lonely.

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It was lunchtime and as usual the nurses had shooed him off to the cafeteria.

But he did not go to the cafeteria; instead he went outside to get some fresh air. He was sick of hospital food and he was sick of being in that cramped room with its hard chairs and only an unconscious Dean for company. He wished Dean would just wake up. Then wondering thoughts crossed his mind. I guess I kinda wish I'd shot Dad and killed the demon. At least I would have revenge for Jess and Mom's deaths'. God, Dad could be anywhere, I don't even know whether he is alive or dead!

Sam sighed loudly. He knew exactly why he had not shot Dad. Dean. Sam had been very ready and willing to shoot his father, anything to kill that damn demon, hell, he had almost pulled the trigger and fired the bullet into father's heart. But Dean's soft pleading had made him hesitate. Dean had already been crippled by the demon, both emotionally and physically and Sam realised that if he killed their father it would push Dean way over the edge and even closer to death. Their father was Dean's hero, and Sam knew that he could never, ever destroy his brother like that. But still, a niggling voice in the back of Sam's mind told him otherwise.

"You did the right thing boy."

A surprised Sam spun around to see a familiar African-American woman standing in front of him.

"Missouri?"

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