I don't own Supernatural or any of it's characters. I only own Isabeau and my own original characters.
Previously on Supernatural…
John looks over, "I'm surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn't you kill it? I thought we saw eye-to-eye on this? Killing this demon comes first – before me, before everything."
Sam looks in the rear view mirror at Dean and Isabeau, "No, sir. Not before everything. Look, we've still got the Colt. We still have the one bullet left. We just have to start over, alright? I mean, we already found the demon-"
An eighteen wheeler suddenly slams into the passenger side of the impala at full speed, driving it sideways in front of it.
The driver of the semi is sitting behind the wheel and his eyes are black.
Isabeau, Dean, Sam, and John are all unconscious in the car; blood all over them.
And out of all of them, Death was reaching his hand out to Isabeau.
The demon possessing a truck driver steps out of his truck and walks over. John, Isabeau and Dean, are all unconscious. Sam, who swallows, is barely awake.
The demon pulls the driver's side door off its hinges to reveal Sam pointing the Colt at him, "Get back or I'll kill you. I swear to god."
"You won't." The demon says, "You're saving that bullet for someone else."
Sam cocks the Colt, "You wanna bet?"
The demon smiles and the black demon-ichor pours out of the man, who collapses. Sam uncocks the gun, drops his head back in relief.
"Oh my god!" The truck driver exclaims.
"Dad?" Sam groans.
"Did I do this?" The truck driver asks himself in fear.
"Dad... Dean? Isabeau!" Sam shouts.
A rescue helicopter descends to the site, and all four are being loaded onto stretchers. Joh, Isabeau and Dean are still unconscious, Sam is awake.
"Significant passengers-space intrusion. Unresponsive. B.P. is 180 over 60, heartbeat 95, 95." The paramedic screams.
"Tell me if they're okay!" Sam shouts at the paramedics.
"You have to stay still!" One of the paramedics demands.
"Are they even alive?!"
In a hospital room, Dean sits up, works his jaw, and gets out of bed. He is wearing a white t-shirt, blue hospital pants, and nothing else.
He walks into the hallway, "Sam? Isabeau? Dad? Anybody?"
Dean goes down the stairs to the front of the hospital and finds a nurse's station, "Excuse me. Hi. I, uh, I think I was in a car accident, my dad, my brother and my girlfriend, I just need to find them."
The nurse is unresponsive.
"Hello?" He asks and snaps his fingers in her face.
He goes back upstairs, panicked, heading back to the room he woke up in. Dean freezes when he sees his own body on the bed, intubated and dying.
Dean walks closer, shocked at seeing his unconscious body.
Dean turns as Sam enters. Sam stops at the door and stares at his brother's body, breathing heavily.
Dean smiles, relieved, "Sammy! You look good... Considering."
Sam's lip trembles, "Oh, no."
Dean's face falls as he realizes that Sam didn't answer him, "Man, tell me you can hear me."
Sam looks down at Dean's body, tears welling up.
"How's dad? Is he okay? Come on, you're the psychic. Give me some ghost whispering or something!" Dean asks.
His eyes widened, "Beau! What about, Isabeau?! Please tell me she's okay!"
The doctor enters, "Your father's awake." Sam turns to him. "You can go see him if you like."
"Oh, thank god." Dean says relieved.
Sam glances down at Dean, "Doc, what about my brother?"
"Well, he sustained serious injury; blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney. But it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early signs of cerebral edema." The doctor explains.
"Well, what can we do?" Sam asks.
"Well, we won't know his full condition until he wakes up. If he wakes up."
"If?" Sam asks, not believing what he heard.
The doctor nods, "I have to be honest."
Dean overlaps him, "Oh, screw you, Doc, I'm waking up."
"Most people with this degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. He's fighting very hard. But you need to have realistic expectations, son." The doctor says.
Dean looks over at Sam, "Come on, Sam. Go find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me. I'll be fine. Sam?"
Sam doesn't answer any of Dean's words, close to tears.
"What about…" Sam says shakily, "What about, Isabeau?"
The doctor sighs, "She's still in surgery."
Dean looks at the doctor in shock, "Surgery?"
"Her vital organs were severely damaged and she's bleeding internally. They're working their hardest to make sure she comes out alive. But, I will warn you."
Sam stares at him, waiting.
The doctor gestures his head towards Dean, "She's been touch and go. She's fighting, but if she comes out of surgery, it's more than likely she'll be in the same position your brother is in. Isabeau might not wake up."
John is lying in a hospital bed, his arm in a sling. Awkwardly one-handed, he pulls something out of his wallet, "All right. Here. Give them my insurance."
Sam takes the card John gives him, smiling as he reads it, "Elroy McGillicutty?" Sam takes a seat across from John.
John smiles, "And his two loving sons. So... what else did the doctor say about Dean and Isabeau?"
Sam shook his head, "Nothing. Look. The doctors won't do anything, then we'll have to, that's all. I don't know, I'll find some hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on him…"
Sam clears his throat, blinking away a few tears, "They don't even know if Isabeau is going to come out of surgery."
John stares as his son sadly, "We'll look for someone."
Sam doesn't look at him, "Yeah."
"But Sam, I don't know if we're gonna find anyone." John says.
Sam shakes his head, "Why not? I found that faith healer before."
"All right, that was, that was one in a million."
"So what? Do we just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?" Sam asks sarcastically.
John shakes his head, "No, I said we'd look. All right? I'll check under every stone." He sighs, "Where's the Colt?"
Sam looks at him in disbelief, "Your son is dying... Isabeau is possibly dying, and you're worried about the Colt?"
"We're hunting this demon, and maybe it's hunting us too. That gun may be our only card." John tells him.
"It's in the trunk. They dragged the car to a yard off of I-83." Sam says.
John nods, "All right. You've gotta clean out that trunk before some junk man sees what's inside."
"I already called Bobby. He's like an hour out, he's gonna tow the Impala back to his place."
"All right. You, you go meet up with Bobby. You get that Colt, and you bring it back to me. And you watch out for hospital security."
Sam smiles, "I think I've got it covered." He gets up to leave, but John stops him.
"Hey." John picks up a sheet of paper, "Here. I made a list of things I need, have Bobby pick them up for me."
Sam takes the paper and reads it, "Acacia? Oil of Abramelin? What's this stuff for?"
"Protection."
Sam goes to leave again, but stops, "Hey, Dad? You know, the demon, he said he had plans for me, and children like me. Do you have any idea what he meant by that?"
John shakes his head, "No, I don't."
"Well, you sure know something." Dean says from the corner of the room, watching the entire conversation between his brother and father.
Just as Sam turns to leave once again, the doctor from earlier comes to the doorway. Sam and John stare at him. The doctor looks between the two of them, "Isabeau is out of surgery."
Dean pushes off from the wall, breathing deeply.
Sam's breath hitches, "Is she okay?"
The doctor purses his lips, "If you would come with me."
Sam and Dean stare down at Isabeau's unconscious form. She was hooked up to multiple machines with a tube down her throat to help her breathe, and her face was bruised and had cuts that were patched up.
"At this point all we can do is make her comfortable." The doctor tells Sam.
Dean walks over to the other side of Isabeau's bed and kneels down next to her, tears in his eyes, "Beau…" He whispers.
Sam sniffles, wiping away some tears, "There's nothing you can do?"
The doctor shakes his head, "Her injuries are severe. I'm surprised she made it out of the surgery. But… I have to be realistic with you."
Sam looks over at him, "What?"
The doctor sighs, "With how damaged she is, we've estimated that she doesn't have long. A few days… a week at the most. We've contacted her parents, they'll be here within a day."
Sam looks back down at Isabeau and the doctor walks away, leaving them.
When the doctor is gone, Sam pulls up a chair and sits as close as he can to her and takes her hand, squeezing it tight. He didn't say anything, letting the tears fall freely.
Dean stares at Isabeau's face, as if at any moment, Isabeau would wake up and say it was all fake. That she wasn't dying.
"I guess this time…"
Dean turns, and eyes widen when he sees Isabeau's friend and assigned reaper, Rebecca standing there, tears in her own eyes.
Dean stands up and walks over, "Rebecca?"
Rebecca looks up at him and smiles sadly, "I guess this time it's real."
Dean shakes his head, glancing back at Isabeau, "No… it can't be her time. Not yet!" He shouts near the end.
Rebecca slightly flinches, "I'm not here for her now, Dean. I'm just observing… waiting and hoping that I don't have to reap her."
Dean relaxes a little and then furrows his brow, "Is Isabeau walking around here? Like me?"
Rebecca shakes her head, "No, she's… fighting with her own body. She's fighting to stay alive for you and Sam, for her coven, and for her family."
Dean looks back at Isabeau, "Is she winning?"
When he doesn't hear an answer, he turns back around and Rebecca is nowhere to be seen.
Sam looks down at the mangled car that was at the junkyard and Bobby is there as well. Sam sighs, "Oh man, Dean is gonna be pissed."
The two glance at each other. "Look, Sam. This... this just ain't worth a tow." Bobby opens the hood and grimaces, slamming it shut, "I say we empty the trunk, sell the rest for scrap."
Sam pulls out his broken laptop from the wreckage and scoffs, "No. Dean would kill me if we did that. When he gets better he's gonna want to fix this."
Bobby sighs, "There's nothing to fix. The frame's a pretzel, and the engine's ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging."
"Listen to me, Bobby. If there's only one working part, that's enough. We're not just going to give up on…" Sam trails off.
Bobby nods, "Okay. You got it." Bobby swallows, "How's Izzy doin'?"
Sam looks up at him sadly, "Not good Bobby. They say she doesn't have long."
Bobby looks away for a brief moment, taking a deep breath, "She'll make it. No matter what they say, she'll make it. That girl has been to hell and back. She's not going down without a fight."
Sam smiles sadly at Bobby. Even though Bobby wasn't Isabeau's biological grandfather, he treated her like she was his own.
Sam pulls out the list John gave him, "Here, uh, Dad asked for you to get this stuff for him."
Sam hands over the list and Bobby looks at it, frowning, "What's John want with this?"
"Protection from the demon."
Bobby gives him a look.
Sam looks at him confused, "What?"
Bobby shakes his head, "Oh, nothing, it's just, uh…"
"Bobby? What's going on?"
John is sitting by Dean's bed as Dean stands nearby. "Come on, Dad. You've gotta help me. Help Isabeau. We've gotta get better, we've gotta get back in there. I mean, you haven't called a soul for help. You haven't even tried. Aren't you going to do anything? Aren't you even going to say anything?"
Dean walks around the other side of the bed, "I've done everything you have ever asked me. Everything. I have given everything I've ever had. And you're just going to sit there and you're going to watch me die? I mean, what the hell kind of father are you?"
Dean clenches his jaw, "You're gonna let love of mine and Sam's life die! You wanted us to be happy, so save her! Isabeau needs to live." Dean's voice breaks.
He pauses, hearing a rumbling noise outside the room, "What is that?"
Dean goes into the hallway, a spirit whooshes past him and he jumps back. He glances back at John who didn't react to any of what just happened, "I take it you didn't see that."
Dean stalks the spirit down the hallways as the rumbling continues. The spirit flies into a room behind him and he goes into the room where a woman is lying on the floor, choking.
"Help! Help!" The woman gasps out.
"Hey! I need some help in here!" Dean screams out, but nobody can hear
"I can't... breathe!" She pants loudly, trying desperately to breathe, then goes silent. Dean, leaning over her, looks on helplessly.
Sam stalks into John's room with a duffel bag and Dean meets him at the door and starts trying to talk to him. "Sammy! Tell me you can friggin' hear me, man, there's something in the hospital. Now, you've got to bring me and Isabeau back and we've got to hunt this thing. Sam!"
John glances over at Sam, "You're quiet."
Sam turns, fuming, and hurls the bag onto the bed with a crash, "Did you think I wouldn't find out?"
"What are you talking about?" John asks.
"That stuff from Bobby, you don't use it to ward off a demon, you use it to summon one. You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you? Having some stupid macho showdown?!" Sam shouts.
John sighs, "I have a plan, Sam."
"That's exactly my point! Dean and Isabeau are dying, and you have a plan! You know what, you care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own son and the love of our lives!" Sam shouts at John.
"No, no, no, guys, don't do this!" Dean begs. No one can hear him.
"Do not tell me how I feel! I am doing this for Dean and Isabeau." John shouts back. Dean looks down at his father.
"How? How is revenge going to help them? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself, it's the same selfish obsession!" Sam shouts.
Dean rubs his face, "Come on guys, don't do this!"
"You know, it's funny, I thought it was your obsession too! This demon killed your mother, killed Jessica and is after Isabeau. You begged me to be part of this hunt. Now if you'd killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened." John points at Sam.
Sam moves closer to his father, "It was possessing you, Dad, I would have killed you too!"
John nods, "Yeah, and your brother and Isabeau would be awake right now."
"Shut up, both of you!" Dean says.
Sam nods, "Go to hell."
"I should have never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake, I knew I was wrong-"
"I said SHUT UP!" Dean smacks a glass of water off the table and it goes flying, crashing to the floor. Sam and John look at each other, confused.
Dean's stunned, "Dude, I full-on Swayzed that mother." Dean crumples in pain, flickering. Nurses and doctors start running by in the hallway. "What is it?" Dean asks aloud.
"Something's going on out there." John says and he jerks his head indicating 'go find out' to Sam.
In Dean's room, monitors are beeping, a doctor and some nurses are surrounding Dean, resuscitating him.
"All clear." The doctor says.
Sam huddles in the doorway, with tears in his eyes, "No."
"Still no pulse." One of the nurses says.
"Okay, let's go again, 360." The doctor says.
"Charging.
Sam continues watching in the doorway, crying and fidgeting. Dean comes up slowly behind him he sees a ghostly figure floating over the body lying in the bed. "You get the hell away from me. Stay back!"
He runs to the bed and faces the thing down, yelling, "I said get back!"
Sam blinks, looks confused, as if he's heard something.
"He said stay back!" A woman's voice screams. Sam looks around again.
Dean looks over in shock, "Isabeau…"
Isabeau stands in the doorway, dressed in the same clothing Dean is in and is glaring at the spirit above Dean's body, "It's not his time!"
Isabeau grabs for the spirit and she latches on momentarily before it hurls her in the wall back and then soars out of the room. The monitors slow, quiet.
"We have a pulse. We're back into sinus rhythm." One of the nurses says.
Isabeau runs into the hallway, looking for the spirit, but it's vanished. Dean runs out into the hallway and stops right behind her, "Isabeau?"
Isabeau turns around and smiles softly, "Heya, Dean."
With tears in his eyes, he pulls her into his arms and places his lips on hers. Isabeau hums, grabbing Dean's face, keeping their lips locked.
Isabeau pants when they pull apart, "Dean I have to go."
Dean looks at her in confusion, "What? Why? You're here, we can figure this out together."
Isabeau shakes her head, "Dean, I gotta get back to my body and keep on fighting. I'm trying to stay alive and the more I'm away from myself, the less of a chance I have of waking up."
The two stare at each other and Isabeau huffs, smiling with tears in her eyes, "I love you and I love Sam. If I don't make it-"
"You're going to make it!"
Isabeau bites her lip, "If I don't make it…" She repeats herself, "Keep on going and kill that demon. Have a life and always remember that I love you both." She pulls him in for one last kiss, both of them closing their eyes as if to make the moment last longer. Dean holds onto the back of her head, keeping her close.
After a few moments, Dean opens his eyes and where Isabeau once stood is now an empty space.
He lets out a shaky breath, wiping away his tears. He was gonna fight to stay alive, just like Isabeau.
Sam sighs in relief and backs into the hallway, watching Dean's room from there. Dean comes back, stands by him, "Don't worry, Sammy. I'm not going anywhere. I'm getting that thing before it gets me. It's some kind of spirit, but Isabeau could grab it. And if I can grab it, I can kill it."
Sam looks over to where Dean was, confused.
Dean wanders the halls, then stops when he hears a girl yelling. "Can't you see me? Why won't you look at me?" Her voice echoes through the halls.
"Now what?" Dean groans.
A woman walks up the stairs yelling at the people passing, "Somebody talk to me! Say something, please!"
Dean walks up to the foot of the stairs, "Can you see me?"
The woman turns around, "Yeah."
Dean walks up the stairs to her, "All right, just, uh, calm down. What's your name?"
"Tessa." She answers.
"Okay, good, Tessa. I'm Dean." Dean introduces himself.
"What's happening to me? Am - am I dead?" Tessa asks.
"That sort of depends."
Dean and Tessa stand outside a room, watching Tessa's body, hooked up to tubes and machines. A woman sits by the bed, holding her hand. "I don't understand. I just came in for an appendectomy." Tessa shakes her head.
Dean glances at her, "Well, I hate to bear bad news, but I think there were some complications."
"It's just a dream, that's all. It's just a very weird, unbelievably vivid dream." Tessa turns to Dean.
"Tessa. It's not a dream." Dean says.
"Then what else could it be?" Tessa asks.
"You ever heard of an out of body experience?" Dean asks.
"What are you, some new agey guy?"
"You see me messing with crystals or listening to Yanni?" Tessa doesn't say anything. "It's actually a very old idea. Got a lot of different names; Bilocation, crisis apparition, fetches... I think it's happening to us. And if it is, it means that we're spirits of people close to death."
"So we're going to die?" Tess asks, glancing back at her body.
"No. Not if we hold on. Our bodies can get better, we can snap right back in there and wake up." Dean explains. He thinks about it for a second, "That's what Isabeau is doing."
Tessa furrows her brow, "Isabeau?"
Dean and Tessa stare down at Isabeau's unconscious form, the monitors beeping slowly. "This is Isabeau?" Tess asks.
Dean nods, "She's fighting. She's holding on."
Tessa looks back and forth between him and Isabeau, "Why isn't she here with us?"
Dean shakes his head, "Isabeau is holding on in her own way. She's… different." Dean sighs, "Isabeau's a fighter and right now she's fighting herself."
