I decided to post another chapter up too. Thank for you reading my story.
Sam stood up and walks to the window side of Dean's bed, hands in his pockets.
Sam looks around. "I couldn't find anything in the book. I don't know how to help you. But I'll keep trying, alright. As long as you keep fighting. I mean, come on you can't, you can't leave me here alone with dad, we'll kill each other, and you know that."
Sam pauses and looked at Dean's unconscious face. "Dean, you've got to hold on. You can't go, man, not now. We were just starting to be brothers again. Can you hear me?"
Emma came back with two coffees. "Thought you could use some." Emma says, passing one of them to Sam.
"Thanks, Emma." Sam whispers, sitting on side of Dean's bed.
Emma sat in a chair and took a sip. They sat there for a while in silence.
Emma felt herself nod on and off. Emma sighed and puts the coffee down on the floor. She rests her eyes, crossing her arms on her chest.
Five minutes later.
Sam is still sitting on the bed as Dean gasps, waking suddenly and choking on the tube in his throat.
Emma jumps, waking up and saw Dean awake. "Oh my god, Dean!"
Emma strides over to Dean.
"Dean?" Sam says, running out into the hallway. "Help! I need help!"
The next day
Emma found John in his room. "John, where were you last night?" Emma asks as John puts his jacket on.
"I had to do some things that I needed to get done." John says, glancing over at Emma.
Emma frowns for a minute then it clicked in her mind. "John… you didn't." Emma whispers.
John looks at her sadly. "Oh my god, John. You brought Dean back, did you?" her voice started to break.
"Yes, but don't tell the boys. They can't know." John says, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Emma scoffs then cries for a minute. "They need you; you have no idea, John. They need their father. You're so stupid, you know that, John."
John walks over and hugs her. "I'm sorry but I had no choice. Dean was going to die and I couldn't have that."
Emma sobs into his chest and John rests his cheek on her head. John steps back, looking at Emma with tears in his eyes. "Emma, take care of my boys. Make sure that they don't fight with each other all the times and keep them safe. I trust you."
Emma sobs and nodded. She wipes his tears away and held his face in her hands. "I promise."
John nods. "I love you."
Emma smiles at him gently. "I love you too, John." He hugs her again and Emma sighs heavily. They break apart and Emma wipes her tears away.
"Let's go." John says, taking her hand. She nods and they walk out together.
Dean's room
"I can't explain it. The edema's vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You have some kind of angel watching over you." The doctor says to Dean.
Dean smiles and says, "Thanks, doc."
The doctor leaves; Dean turns to Sam. "So you said a Reaper was after me?"
"Yeah." Sam nods.
"How did I ditch it?" Dean asks and Sam frowns at him. "You got me. Dean, you really don't remember anything?"
"No. Except this pit in my stomach. Sam, something's wrong."
A knock on the door, John hovers in the doorway with Emma at his side.
"How you feeling, dude?" John asked.
"Fine, I guess. I'm alive."
"That's what matters." John smiles at Dean.
"Where are you last night?" Sam says angrily. Emma shifted uncomfortably and went over to the chair to sit down next to Dean.
"I had some things to take care of."
"Well, that's specific." Sam grunts in anger.
"Come on, Sam." Dean says to Sam.
"Did you go after the demon?" Sam asks, staring at his father.
Emma shifted again.
John stares at Sam. "No."
"You know, why don't I believe you right now?"
"Can we not fight? You know, half the time we're fighting, I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Sammy, I, I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?" John says, pleading.
Emma looks at them sadly.
"Dad, are you all right?" Sam asks, frowning at his father's response.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm just a little tired. Hey, son, would you, uh, would you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?" John asks Sam then glanced at Emma.
He was telling her to give him privacy with Dean with a look and she stood up.
"Yeah. Yeah, sure."
"I'll go with you, Sam." Emma volunteers and Sam nods. They leave the room and Sam was still frowning.
John looks after him sadly.
"What is it?" Dean asks, noticing that there was something off about John.
"You know, when you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt, and after what I'd seen, I'd be, I'd be wrecked. And you, you'd come to me and you, you'd put your hand on my shoulder and you'd look me in the eye and you'd…. You'd say "it's okay, Dad."
John pauses. "Dean, I'm sorry."
Dean is taken aback. "Why?"
"You shouldn't have had to say that to me, I should have been saying that to you. You know, I put, I put too much on your shoulders, I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of me. You did that, and you didn't complain, not once. I just want you to know that I am so proud of you." John was crying by the end of the speech.
Dean was near tears.
"This really you talking?" Dean asks John.
"Yeah. Yeah, it's really me."
"Why are you saying this stuff?"
John comes closer, puts a hand on Dean's shoulder.
"I want you to watch out for Sammy, okay?"
"Yeah, dad, you know I will. You're scaring me."
"Don't be scared, Dean."
John leans over and whispers something into Dean's ear. Dean pulls back in shock, processing. John leaves and Dean stares after him.
In the hallway
Emma walks slowly with Sam. Sam has John's coffee in his hand while Emma sips her coffee.
As Sam walks back to the room carrying a cup of coffee with Emma behind him. He looks into a room and sees John on the floor.
"Dad?!" Sam says, seeing John. Emma gasps, screaming John's name out.
Dropping the cup, Sam runs to John's side, kneeling over him and screaming for help. Emma ran to get help.
In the hospital room
Once again, a crowd of doctors and nurses attempt resuscitation, this time on John. Dean, Emma, and Sam hover in the doorway, and a nurse tries to push them out.
"No, no, no, it's our dad. It's our dad! Come on." Dean pleads to the nurse then watches his dad being resuscitated by a doctor.
Emma held her breath as they watch the doctor working on John.
"Okay, stop compressions." The doctor say, looking at the heart monitor.
"Come on, come on." Dean whispers.
Still no pulse." The nurse says to the doctor.
"Okay, that's it everybody."
Emma felt her stomach drop.
"I'll call it. Time of death: 10:41 a.m." the doctor announces.
Emma sobs, running over to John. "No! Please keep working! Save his life!" Emma pleads to the doctor.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am. He's gone. We can't do anything." The doctor says gently and left them alone with John.
Emma stares after the doctor then looks back at John's face. She started sobbing and lay her head down at his chest.
The boys stare at their father in disbelief.
Emma looks up and stares at John's face once more. "I'll miss you." Emma sobs as she kisses his forehead.
Emma walks out, leaving the boys with their Dad. Emma started to walk down the hall then broke into running. She ran until she found an empty room and storms into the room, slamming the door without touching.
She started throwing things in anger and everything that she threw broke. She broke down sobbing and covered her face. She slid down against the wall, crying.
She whimper as she thought back to what John had done. He sold his soul to the demon so he could save Dean's life.
She sat up and sighs heavily.
"No more, you hear me. No more!" Emma says out loud for any demons or creatures that might have listened to her.
Emma walks out.
The yellow-eyed demon came out behind the post and smiles.
I cried at John's death. :(
