"You gotta stay with us, Dean!" Sam begged, driving as fast as he could. This whole thing felt so surreal. He glanced in the rearview mirror.
Dammit, his brother did not look good. He was ghostly pale, and obviously unconscious. Their father had carried him to the car like he weighed nothing, no small feat for a man his age.
"He's so cold, Sammy." John's voice broke as he held his oldest son in his arms. He could feel the life draining from him. "Oh God..."
"Hold on, man..." We were just starting to be brothers again. He thought.
"I'm so sorry, Dean...fuck..." John swore.
Sam swallowed hard. In all his life, he'd never seen their father like this. "It's my fault." He shook his head. "I shouldn't have left the pills in my bag. I should've thrown them away. I should've cuffed him to the bed again-"
"Sam, stop. It's not your fault." John cut him off.
Dean groaned as they hit a bump.
"Hey, hey...open your eyes. That's it. You're gonna be okay." John shook him gently, trying to get him to stay conscious.
"'m sorry, dad." Sam could barely hear the whisper.
"It's okay, son. It's gonna be okay."
"Hurts..." Dean gasped.
"You're gonna be fine," Their father said, failing miserably at hiding the panic in his voice.
"No, let me go," He said through clenched teeth. "Wanna die."
"Sorry kid, but that ain't happening." John declared, voice full of emotion. "How much farther, Sammy?"
"We're almost there," He replied, hoping they weren't too late.
"Dean? Dean! Fuck, he's not breathing!" Their father gave a strangled shout.
Sam sped through the exit and tore down the road to the emergency room. He threw the car in park and screamed for help as John lifted a lifeless Dean out of the backseat.
The ER staff swarmed them, and soon he was being carried away on a gurney.
"What happened?" One of the nurses asked them.
"He overdosed on Oxycodone." Sam managed to say.
"Okay," The woman nodded. "Wait here."
It took everything he had not to follow her. That was his brother in there! A doctor pulled the curtain so they couldn't see what was going on in the trauma room.
"Christ." Sam sobbed.
John sunk into one of the chairs and put his head in his hands, silently praying to a God he didn't believe in to save his son.
Sorry about the cliffhanger, my mom is bugging me to walk my dog before it rains. I'll try to have the next chapter up by tomorrow :) Please leave a review, they really help me! Thank you so much for reading!