Dean:

Today I hope I'll see a sleeping Sam for the last time.

No, I am seeing a coma Sam for the last time.

Sam isn't going to be paralyzed or asleep for the rest of his days.

I walk into the hospital to say goodbye to Sam, 'cause maybe he'll wake up but I'm not sure that I'll be here then too.

I walk up to Sam's room and do my speech even though I know that he won't hear me. I'm going to sit on this stool for the last time and I'm not going to hear Sam screaming, crying and talking to someone in his dream.

I grab Sam's hand and take a deep breath.

"All right Sammy, if you would wake up. What's a big if I guess. And I wouldn't be here then I'm sorry. I really am sorry, 'cause that means that I made a deal with the devil that only lasts for a second. So Sammy, live your life please. Enjoy it and find a woman you can love, but keep in mind that I've done this for you. And if I die today, I died an honorable death. I died as a hero. So here's my early goodbye and let's hope that it's really an early one."

I look at Sam's face and no expression is on it.

"Goodbye Sammy."

I let go of his hand and walk away.

Tears are burning my eyes, but I'm holding them back. I'm not going to cry…

Yet.

I walk outside and the fresh morning air enters my nostrils.

I "paid" back Baby yesterday after my visit to Sam and I take my seat behind the wheel. I push in the gas and ignore my still hurting leg. I drive away from the hospital and stop close to a little park.

A young lady is walking her dog and a few children are playing football on a grassfield.

I grab my phone and call Crowley.

"Hello, Dean," I hear the English accent through the speakers of the phone.

"Crowley."

"Am I needed?"

"Sam is hurt," I reply.

A sigh on the other side of the line.

"And must I care?"

"Crowley, I just ne…"

"…Need your help? I'm busy, Dean," he completes my sentence.

"Busy with what?"

"There's a teeny tiny problem named The Thing That's Strong Enough To Keep Castiel Locked Away! Didn't think that would bother me, did you? Well, it's a problem to me which I need to take care of. So bye, bye, don't have time for you, Dean!"

"Son of a bitch!"

The line gets broken and I must go on with plan B. I start the car and drive to the closest crossroad.

I stop the car and in precisely the middle I start digging a hole.

A box appears and I put in my ID to summon the demon.

It lasts for a moment, but then I hear a voice behind me. A lady dressed in black leather appeared on the crossroad.

"A Winchester?"

She sounds surprised and maybe even a little scared.

"What can I do for you?"

She waves with her hand through her long brown curly hair and pops with her red painted lips.

"My brother is wounded, I want to make a deal," I say. "His life in return for mine."

The demon stays in her role, but I see fear in her eyes.

"I can't really save lives," she says, walking back, away from me.

"What? Why? Every crossroads demon can!"

She swallows.

"Well, I can't. But I can do this: transfer his wounds over to you, he can live a normal life and when you die I get your soul."

"Awesome!" I sarcastically say.

I think about it for a moment. If I do this I'm in great danger and maybe I'll get paralyzed or end up in a coma too. But Sam could live a normal life if I make this deal.

"So what do you think about it? Deal or not?"

I hesitate for another moment and then answer.

"Deal," I say and the demon looks surprised.

"All right, let's make this a real deal."

She walks up to me and kisses me to seal the deal.

I now already feel like a hero,

I saved Sammy and I can see him another time.