Disclaimer: Refer to Chapter One

Chapter 2: Saving Sam

"Help! Please, someone help me!" The ER doors flew open, banging loudly against the walls as Dean pushed thru. In his arms was Sam, who despite his size, was eerily easy to carry. His head bobbed against Dean's shoulder, his attempts to stay conscious slowly fading. His shirt was more blood than fabric, dripping across the floor. Two doctors ran toward the screaming brother, gurney rolling between them by a nurse.

Dean slowly lowered Sam onto the table, all too aware of how slow his brother's breathing was becoming. Dean placed his hand on Sam's chest, determined to keep the blood from trickling out anymore. He looked into Sam's eyes, slightly put off by how unfocused they were. Don't you even think about dying on me little brother.

A hand on his shoulder snapped him back into reality. "Sir, you have to let go now. We have to take him if you want us to help." Dean's hands shook as he broke contact with Sam. A shudder passed thru his body as he got the feeling that this would be the last time he saw his brother alive.

"No!" a feral growl erupting from Dean's throat. Before he knew what he was doing, he was in the ER trauma room, grasping for Sam's hand, his foot, anything to keep him from slipping away. Pushing aside a nurse, he seized his brother's hand, clenching on to the lifeline. "Hold on Sammy. You hear me?" Dean choked his words out, trying to keep the tears at bay. "Don't you dare leave me, little brother!" A nurse placed her hands on top of Dean's. He could feel her begin to pry his hands away, making him grip even tighter.

He looked at the nurse, who was smiling in sympathy. "You have to move sir. We can't work on him with you in the room. If you want him to live, you have to leave." Dean's jaw muscle twitched, logic trying to override his need to stay by his brother. Finally, he nodded, allowing his hands to go slack and be pulled away from Sam. He stumbled out the doors, staring back into the room as the doctors began cutting Sam's shirt and pants off. He loves that shirt. Wears it to bed practically everyday. He's gonna be pissed. A slice of movement in the corner of his eye made Dean turn, finding another doctor staring at him, as if waiting for an answer.

He looked at the doctor again, seeing his lips move, but not hearing the words. Everything had gone silent in his ears as soon as he and Sammy were separated. Without warning, every sound came back. Dean winced at the on slaughter of babies crying, people walking, and a very worried sounding man yelling into his face.

"Sir, can you hear me!" Dean blinked, finally coming back. He nodded weakly. The doctor gently placed a hand on his shoulder, steering him toward the chairs in the waiting room. The last thing he needed was for the young man to pass out in the hallway. "Can you tell me what happened? It would help us in accessing and treating his injuries."

"We… we were walking in the woods and he tripped. He lan…landed on a log. There was a bit of branch sticking out and he landed on it. It… it went thru his chest." Dean ran his hands on his pant legs as his brain registered they were covered in Sam's blood. He had thought that little story up on the way over, certain he had to explain it and figured being stabbed by a wooden stake and landing on a tree branch would look essentially the same. Not that Sam was actually stabbed. Yeah, I should figure that part out. Visions of injuries that actually come true… definitely something up my alley.

The doctor jotted some notes on a chart, not noticing Dean's internal monologue. He stood and made sure Dean wasn't going to drop from shock before jogging into the ER room Sam had been wheeled into a few minutes prior. Dean stood, prepared to follow when a rather large nurse stepped in, effectively blocking his path. Dean put on his best scowl. In the past, this single look had stopped the worst of demons in their tracks. But evidently, this nurse had seen her fair share of evil as she barely batted an eye.

"Young man, I need you to fill out this paperwork." Dean glanced down at the clipboard and looked back at the nurse as if she had sprouted a second head. Before he knew it, the nurse had pushed him back into the chair. She stood above him, hands on hips like a parent making sure a child is doing his homework. Dean rolled his eyes and starting filling in the blanks, determined to make the woman leave him alone. After a few minutes of watching, the nurse smiled sweetly and walked back to the nurse station.

Dean ran a hand thru his hair and huffed under his breath. "Fuck."

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I know, very short chapter. But I had to break it up a bit and this is how it happens. The next chapter will move it along a bit.