Hey guys! I'm back with another chapter of A Whole New World! I have another fan fiction in the works. Its a The Walking Dead story. Now, you must be like what about Heir to the Bat? Well, this one is specifically for a YouTube channel and the subscribers of that channel. You can't read it because I don't think I'm going to publish it right now, but you can go watch RayonisRayon's video where he reads the entire first chapter (which is all there is right now). He's a great guy and deserves more subscribers. Anyways, the song of the chapter is Fantine's Death from Les Mis. Enjoy the chapter!

In My Time of Dying Part 2

The doctor did a head scan on me, and still didn't find anything. He says it's unusual, but sometimes this happens. I'm to be discharged later today, so that's the good news. I can walk on my foot, which is really unusual because I could barely look at it not too long ago. Which angel is looking after me? It probably isn't Castiel because until he hangs out with the Winchesters he doesn't really care all that much for humanity to do this. Gabriel? Nah, he doesn't bother himself with humanity all that much either. Balthazar? More likely but why? My thoughts are interrupted by Sam coming in.

"Hey, the doctor told me they are letting you go." He says bringing in a teddy bear. "I bought this for you." I laugh and take the little bear.

"Thanks and yeah the doctor was going to go write up the discharge papers, and then I'll be good to go. How's your brother and dad?"

"Dad's fine, but Dean is still out. I'm getting more and more worried about him." I notice he's carrying a bag in his hand.

"What's in the bag?" I ask. Is that the Ouija board?

"Don't judge me, but I think Dean's a ghost?"

"A ghost?"

"Well, not really a ghost, but his spirit is walking about. This may be the only way to talk to him."

"I wanna do it with you." Sam nods. Just as luck has it, the Doctor comes in holding papers.

"Ms. Foster you are all set to go. Here's a prescription for some pain medication, and here's your discharge papers. If anything changes with your memory, please come back here." I nod my head. "All right, looks like you're in good hands Ms. Foster. Have a good day." He says leaving. I start filling out the papers as Sam leaves to give me privacy knowing I have to change. I look at the cute little bear. What should I name it? Jared? That fits him, and it's kind of ironic. I laugh a little at the thought. I finish the papers and get dressed. I go to the reception desk and drop the papers off. They sign me off, but I go right back where I came from to check on Sam, John, and Dean. I notice John is gathering stuff. I know what he's about to do.

"John." He turns and looks at me. "I know what you're about to do."

"You're not going to stop me from doing this. I need to save Dean." He says.

"I'm not going to stop you." He looks at me confused. "I don't know what would happen to Dean, if you don't make this deal. I just wanted to talk to you before you did it." He nods telling me to go on. "You weren't the best dad." He makes a noise. "You weren't around. You abused your sons. You made Dean this soldier through all this abuse."

"I might die, and you're telling me this?"

"I've always wanted to tell you this. John, this is the best thing you've probably done for Dean since after Mary died. Dean deserves to live. John you dragged them into your mess. Dean didn't even have a childhood because he was taking care of Sam. After all that. After you pounding that in his head. Dean deserves to live."

"I know he does. That's why I'm doing this."

"I'm not stopping you but John?"

"Yes?"

"It was an honor meeting you." I say holding my hand out for him to shake. He shook it.

"Take care of my boys."

"That I can promise."

"I know you will." He goes by me to leave. "For what it's worth, it was an honor meeting you Kate Foster." He says before leaving. A smile goes across my face, and I stand there for a moment before I leave to go find Sam. He was setting up the Ouija board in Dean's room. I went over to Dean and ran a hand through his hair.

"It's going to be alright. I promise." I whisper before walking over to Sam and taking a seat next to him. "Are we ready to do this?" I ask putting a finger on the planchet. Sam nods and does the same.

"Dean? Dean, are you here?" Sam asks. The pointer moves to yes after a moment. There you are Dean. Me and Sam gasp at the feeling of it moving. "It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you, Dean." Sam says after letting out a little laugh. The pointer starts moving again. First to H and then to U.

"Dean, what? H? U? Hunt? Hunting? What are you hunting?" I ask. Dean just moves it to yes.

"It's in the hospital. What are you hunting?"

"Do you know what it is?"

"What is it?" The pointer starts moving from R to E to A to P. "A reaper? Dean is it after you?" The pointer moves to yes. Me and Sam exchange a look. "If it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it." Sam pauses. I know he's taking it hard. "Man, you're, um..." He stops for a moment, and then stands up. "No. No, no, no, no...um...there's gotta be a way." I stay sitting down with my fingers on the pointer. This thing still freaks me out. I don't want to break the rules. "There's gotta be a way. Dad'll know what to do." Sam says as he leaves. I sigh, and then the pointer moves. This is new.

"T...A...K...E. Take? C...A...R...E. Care? Of Sammy?" The pointer moves to yes. "Dean, you're not dying. We're going to figure this out. You're going to survive, but I will take care of him if this doesn't go the way it should." The pointer doesn't move again. "Well, I'm going to say goodbye." I say moving the pointer to goodbye. I know I probably don't have to do that, but again, I don't want to break the rules. We already live a messed up life. I don't need anything more. I put the Ouija board up and take a seat next to Dean. Sam should be coming back soon enough to notice that John isn't in his room.

"Hey." Sam says coming back into the room. I notice he's carrying John's journal. "So Dad wasn't in his room." I stand up from the chair.

"Where is he?" I ask.

"I don't know, but I got his journal. Maybe there's something here." Sam takes a seat on Dean's bed, while I take my seat again. We look through the journal for a bit until he stops on the page that says reapers. There's nothing there to tell us how to kill a reaper, and I don't remember if they will ever find out how to kill one. Besides, Death's scythe that is. "Dean, are you here?" Sam asks putting the book down. "We couldn't find anything in the book. We don't know how to help you, but we'll keep trying, all right? As long as you keep fighting. I mean, come on, you can't. You can't leave us here alone with Dad. We'll kill each other, and Kate won't be able to stop it. You know that." Sam pauses. "Dean, you gotta hold on. You can't go man, not now. We were just starting to be brothers again. Can you hear me?" I take a hold of Dean's hand and keep silent. After about an hour, Dean suddenly opens his eyes, gasps, and tries to pull out the tube in throat. I let go of his hand and run out of the room.

"Help! We need help!" I yell. A nurse comes running. "He's awake." I say pointing to Dean. She presses some buttons on her pager and helps get Dean more comfortable.

"The doctor should be in here soon." She says leaving.

"Dude, what happened? How'd you get away?" Sam asks.

"What do you mean?" Dean asks.

"You were being hunted by a reaper." I say.

"No, I wasn't." A doctor walked in and looked over Dean. He looked more and more confused as he kept checking Dean.

"We're going to do a full body scan and check your internal injuries, but your vitals are good right now. I had the nurse go and start getting that set up. Someone will come and get you shortly." After the doctor left, Sam went on to explain what happened to Dean. A nurse comes and gets Dean to get a scan done on him. Me and Sam don't see Dean again for about three hours. The nurses roll him in with the doctor from earlier following. "Well, this is very odd."

"Odd?" I ask.

"I can't explain it. The edema's vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You two have some kind of angel watching over you." He says. I might have, but Dean's healing was not an angel.

"Thanks, doc." Dean says. The doctor nods and leaves. Dean turns to us. "So you said a reaper was after me?"

"Yeah." Sam says.

"How'd I ditch it?"

"You got me. Dean, you really don't remember anything?"

"No, except this pit in my stomach. Sam, something's wrong." As Dean says this, there is a knock on the door. We turn and see John walk in.

"How you feeling, dude?" John asks.

"Fine, I guess. I'm alive."

"That's what matters."

"Where were you last night?" Sam asks angrily.

"I had some things to take care of."

"Well, that's specific."

"Come on, Sam." Dean says.

"Did you go after the demon?" Sam asks getting more angry.

"No." John says.

"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 pleads.

"Dad, are you all right?" Sam asks suddenly not angry.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm just a little tired. Hey, son, would you...uh...would you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?"

"Yeah. Yeah, sure." Sam says leaving. After a moment, I stand up from my seat.

"I need to pee." I say getting up and leaving. Not very subtle but John probably wants some alone time with Dean. John walks out a few minutes later. He notices me and walks over.

"Thought you said you were going to use the bathroom?"

"Thought you and Dean needed some alone time." He nods in a sort of thanks. He lowers his head, and I know he's not really ready for this. I put him into a hug, which surprisingly he returns. "You know Sam doesn't hate you right?"

"Yeah, I do know that."

"Good because Sam's going to keep thinking that you thought he did for the rest of his life. I just wanted to make sure that wasn't true." He nods his head and let's go.

"It was an honor knowing you."

"Likewise." John leaves and goes into what I assume is an empty room. I sigh and turn to see Sam coming down the hallway. I start walking towards him when I hear a thump. I walk over to the room John just entered and see him laying on the floor. "Help!" I hear something hit the floor and footsteps headed my way.

"Dad?" I hear from behind me. "Someone help!" Suddenly we're surrounded by nurses and doctors who get John up onto the empty bed. Dean must've heard me and Sam yelling because he joins us, but a nurse tries to push us out of the room.

"No, no, no, it's our dad. It's our dad!" Dean yells pleadingly. The nurse stops and let's us stand there. "Come on."

"Okay, stop compressions." A doctor says.

"Come on, come on."

"Still no pulse." A nurse says.

"Okay, that's it everybody." A doctor says. "I'll call it. Time of death: 10:41 am."

To Be Continued...

Well, there you go guys! I'm sorry this was put out today instead of yesterday. I had to work five hours yesterday and didn't have time to write this. I may start updating this on Sunday if I keep working on Saturday. Well, I hope you guys have an amazing day! Bye guys!