Sam:
(…A week later…)
The week passed by and Dean had no problems with passing out sometimes.
I pretented like I had no problems with it either, but I hated it.
I'm laying in my bed, but can't sleep.
I don't want to sleep.
To be fair with myself, I'm scared of having nightmares. I'm scared to end up in the room with doors again. But now, now I'm in a real nightmare.
Dean again sold his soul to save me.
I just try to calm down when I hear a scream from Dean's room. I throw the blanket off me and run through the hallways of the Bunker.
When I open the door of Dean's room he lays on the floor. He's laying in his own blood which is streaming from his nose and his ears.
"Dean!"
I run op to him and kneel down next to him in his blood.
A wound appeared in his stomach and it bleeds as well.
Dean passed out so I decide to lift him up and drive to the closest hospital – which is the hospital where I lied before.
I lay Dean in the car and drive to the hospital.
Dean starts coughing in the car and blood splashes from his mouth.
"Hold on Dean," I say while I'm driving.
I stop the car in front of the hospital and lift Dean out the car. I run with him in my arms into the hospital.
"I need help! Please help here!" I yell and the little, young, lady Molly stands in the hallway.
She drops the plate that she's carrying and runs up to us.
"Sam! Dean! What the Hell!" she yells while she signs to a few doctors that they must come.
"What happened to Dean, Sam?" she asks while I drop Dean in a bed.
"I found him like this in his room," I say and I feel a wet thing on my cheek.
"All right, we'll do everything we can do for him, you wait outside his room."
I nod and Molly runs away.
I'm waiting on a white painted bench in front of a room. I hear yells and screams and every now and then a cough. I look at the clock that hangs on the wall and watch the hours that they are doing things to Dean tick by.
After two and a half hour Molly opens the door. Her face is red and her clothes are covered in blood.
She takes a deep breath.
"He's alive," she says and I see fear in her eyes.
"There's a but," I reply and Molly nods.
"He has exactly the same thing as you did," she says and it isn't a surprise to me. "The damaged spine, he's in coma and he has a chance of being paralyzed if he wakes up."
I hate the way she uses the word if.
"That's bad luck I guess," I say and Molly nods.
"I'm sorry that all this must happen to you two," she says.
An hour later I can go into Dean's room, but I actually don't want to.
I open the door and see him laying there. He's laying the same way as I was. Weak and wounded.
Asleep,
in
a
coma.
I take a deep breath and I take a seat on the stool next to Dean's bed.
This I do the few days that are following this day.
It's now Monday and exactly a week later.
I'm sitting next to Dean. My laptop on my legs. Dean has been quiet and asleep, but doctors had to come three times to help his heart to beat again.
I'm just ticking in a link to a website when I hear a knock on the door.
"Come in Molly," I say, but it wasn't Molly.
It was Cas.
"Hello Sam," he says and when I look at his hand I see that he's holding something.
"Cas?"
Cas walks up to me and Dean and pushes the bottle in my hand.
"Give Dean one spoon a day, he'll be better in two weeks."
"Can't you just heal him?"
Cas shakes his head.
"No, they took my power," he says and then I he poofs away.
I look at the shining potion in my hand and give Dean one spoon.
A hour after that Dean opens his eyes.