Some Hearts

Katie pulled the Impala in between two beat up houses. She cut the engine as the boys jumped out and headed for the trunk. She was ready for this case to be over with. She hated seeing kids die, and the two they were looking for were running out of time. Sam and Dean were pulling out what little equipment they need as she leaned against the side of the car.

"What do you got those amped up to?" Katie asked as Dean passed a stun gun to Sam before grabbing one himself.

"A hundred thousand volts." Dean said pulling out the flashlights. Katie inhaled sharply, and stiffened. She hoped they'd be careful with that much electricity.

"Damn." Sam said, taking the gun while grabbing a flashlight. Katie watched, she never realized just how fast things can be done in the right situation. She knew that in times like these there was no second guessing it was just grab and go.

"Yeah, I want this raw head extra freaking crispy." Dean said closing weapon box, and slamming the trunk down.

"And remember you only have one shot with these things, so make it count." Katie said, stepping closer to them. Sam turned and shared a glance with her, while Dean inconspicuously grazed her hand with his quickly before moving ahead of Sam. She waited until they were in the house before going back into the car. She hated not being in there with them. "Just come out alive boys." Katie whispered to herself, her breath coming out in white, wispy smoke, fogging up the window slightly.

SsSsSsSs

Dean and Sam moved through the house quickly, they knew the kids would be down stairs. The sound of dripping liquid was all the could be heard in the dark basement. Dean went down the stairs first, followed closely by Sam. Each one making sure they wouldn't get blindsided. One they hit the cement floor, their attention was pulled toward the rattle of a wooden cabinet. They moved swiftly towards it, trying not to make too much noise.

"On three," Dean whispered to his brother. "One…two…three…" They pulled the doors open to find two young kids, and girl and a boy crouched down inside it. Small yelps came when the lights hit the children.

"Is it still here?" Sam asked, as Dean reached out to the boy. The little girl nodded, terror evident on her face.

"Okay grab you sister's hand. We'll going to get you. Let's go, let's go." Dean hurried the children out of the cabinet and towards the staircase. Sam started up after them, only to be grabbed from underneath.

"Sam!" Dean yelled as his brother fell, the children, safely at the top began to scream. Katie could hear the screams from outside, she debated on whether or not to go in. Dean got into position, but the thing moved too fast causing him to miss. "Sam get them out of here."

"Here, you take this." Sam threw his gun to his brother. Running up the stairs to the frightened kids.

"Sam?" Katie ran over to the children that came out of the house, followed by Sam. Katie pulled the kids to her examining them quickly, but couldn't keep her gaze off the door. She wanted to see that Dean was alright too. "Where's Dean?" She finally asked.

"He's still inside. We didn't get it yet, he'll be fine." Sam said grabbing a blanket to wrap around the kids. "Come on, you can sit back here." Sam said placing the kids in the back seat of the Impala. "Watch them." Sam told Katie before disappearing back into the house. She just stood there. She had a bad feeling she just couldn't shake.

Sam ran down the stairs only to find Dean on the floor in a puddle of water. He waited a second, hoping his brother would get up, but it was doubtful. "Dean!" Sam ran down, pulling his brother's limp body to him. "Dean, hey…hey." Sam tried waking him up to no avail.

SsSsSsSs

Sam stood at a nurses station giving them all the information he could. Officers were standing to the side of him, waiting to hear his story, and Katie was on her cell phone trying to get in touch with John. "Sir, I'm so sorry to ask, there doesn't seem to be any insurance on file." The nurse politely asked.

"Oh right, um…um…" Sam pulled out his wallet, grabbing the card he needed.

"Thank you Mr. Burkovitz." Sam smiled politely, before turning to the cops.

"Look uh, we could finish this up later…" The officer started, but Sam wanted this done.

"No, no, no. It's okay. We were taking a short cut through the neighborhood. Had our windows rolled down, heard some screaming when we drove passed the house. Then we stopped, ran in." Sam lied, occasionally glancing over at Katie's frustrated figure behind him.

"You found the kids in the basement?" The officer asked, then was drawn to Katie's aggravated scream.

"Damn it, John!" Katie yelled a little too loudly, apologizing to the glaring nurses, with a quick smile to Sam, letting him know she was okay.

"Yeah," Sam answered the officer.

"Well, thank God you did." Sam nodded, then turned to look at Katie, but saw the doctor coming out of Dean's room.

"Excuse me." Sam said moving towards the doctor.

"Sure, thanks for your help."

Katie looked at the doctor, but didn't move until Sam was close to her. She wasn't ready to deal with this. She hated hospitals, and she sure as hell didn't want to hear about Dean dying. "Hey doc," Sam said casually, "is he…"

"He's resting." The doctor started. Katie pulled herself even further into Sam's arms. She wasn't listening to what they were saying, she was fixated on the door the doctor had just come out of.

"And…?" Sam asked expectantly. He wanted to hear good news, something to make this a little easier.

"The electrocution triggered a heart attack. A pretty massive, I'm afraid. His heart it's damaged." The doctor finished, looking mournfully at Katie.

"How damaged?" Sam asked, pulling the doctors attention back to him.

"We've done all we can. We can try and keep him comfortable at this point. But I give him a couple weeks at most, maybe a month." The doctor shrugged apologetically. Katie pulled away from Sam, rubbing her hands over the damp face.

"No, no, there's gotta be something you can do. Some kind of treatment?" Sam asked, he wasn't going to loose his brother, not like this. Katie stepped back to the two men, waiting to hear the answer.

"We can't work miracles. I really am sorry." Sam nodded, trying to hold back his tears. He had to be strong for Katie. He pulled her back to his side, holding her close to his body. He walked them both down the hall, and into Dean's room.

The second they got to the door, Katie pulled away from Sam and walked in there as if nothing was wrong, she just needed to see him. If Dean was still breathing, then there was nothing wrong in her mind. Sam on the other hand took his time walking into the room. By the time he was in front of his brother, Katie was already by his side, resting her elbow on the bed, her head in her hand. Sam was amazed at how quickly she got rid of the tears.

"Have you ever actually watched daytime tv. It's terrible." Dean said trying stay away from the subject at hand.

Sam lowed and nodded his head. "I talked to your doctor." He said in a low voice, but didn't catch Dean's attention as he flipped through the channels.

"That fabric softener teddy bear, ew I wanna hunt that little bitch down." Dean said still avoiding Sam's statement. Katie let out a small giggle watching the commercial, she was all for avoiding the inevitable.

"Dean." Sam said in the most serious tone he could muster.

"Yeah," Dean said, turning off the television. Katie, out of nervous habit grabbed his left hand, snaking her fingers through his pale cold ones. "Well, looks like you're going to leave town with out me." Dean looked at Sam. He hated that he had to leave his little brother, but he didn't know what else to do. Squeezing Katie's hand, he pulled in another heavy breath.

"What are you talking about? I'm not going to leave you here." Sam said, shaking his head. He couldn't believe his brother was suggesting something like that.

"Hey you better take care of that car, or I swear I'll haunt your ass." Dean said, it was all the humor he could come up with at the moment.

"I don't think that's funny." Sam, shaking his head, told his brother. It wasn't time for jokes. They needed to figure something out.

"Aw, come on it was a little funny." Dean smiled, but his grip on Katie's hand tightened. Sam shifted from one foot to the other, uncomfortably trying to get a grip on his emotions. Dean knew that Sam needed Katie's support, but he also knew that he was dying and wanted her by his side. "Listen Sammy, what can I say man, it's a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw, that's it end of story." Dean finished. Katie noticed that he was being just as stubborn as Sam was, or even more, trying to be stronger than the other one. She knew he was scared. He would tighten his grip with every reassurance he fed his baby brother.

"Don't talk like that alright. We still have options." Sam told him, knowing there had to be something out there, someone who could fix this.

"What options? We've got burial or cremation." Dean said all too bluntly, this time it was Katie's turn to squeeze his hand, but she let up, she was the only one that was still holding onto reality in the room. Sam shook his head in disgust, he didn't want to think about that. "I know it's not easy, but I'm gonna die. And there's nothing you can do to stop it." Sam glanced at Katie, her eyes trained to hers and Dean's hands, then he met his brother's stare with defiance.

"Watch me." Sam said, knowing that he was going to do whatever it took to get his brother healthy again. He walked out, waiting for Katie in the hall, that's when he finally let the few tears he was holding back fall.

"You scared him. You shouldn't have been so harsh." Katie scolded Dean, finally raising her gaze to his, tears glistening against her dark brown eyes.

"He has to get a grip. There's nothing that's going to change this." Dean turned his eyes away from her, staring down at their hands, transfixed by the shine coming off their matching silver rings.

"I know." Katie said, looking at the rings as well. She remembered the promise he made her when she came back two years ago. She can't even begin to imagine life without him.

SsSsSsSs

John's voicemail came through the phone, and Katie couldn't help the small smile that emerged on her face. She looked up at Sam from where she lay behind him. She'd told Sam that he wasn't going to answer, she'd tried him several times at the hospital. "Hey Dad, it's Sam…erhm…you probably won't even get this, but it's Dean. He's…" Katie watched him stutter. She didn't know what she could do for him. She was just as upset. Things were beginning to look worse and worse. "He's sick, and they say there's nothing they can do. But they don't know the things we do right?" Sam continued with a small empty laugh. "Um, so don't worry, cause I'm gonna do whatever it takes to make him better. Alright I just wanted you to know." He pressed end, letting the phone fall out of his hands.

"It's going to be okay Sam." Katie tried to reassure him. She ran a lazy hand up and down his back hoping it would calm him a little, but her gaze went back to her ring.

"I wish I could believe you." Sam said looking at her with heartbroken eyes. Katie pulled herself up and wrapped her arms around him. She placed a small kiss on the side of his cheek. The action made him pull away slightly. It didn't feel right, or maybe it was the fact that it did. Dean was dying in a hospital, and Sam wanted to make the moves on his on again, off again girlfriend. "Katie," Sam whispered, placing his hand on her cheek. It was just for comfort, Katie tried to tell herself. He meant nothing by it, she was sure. But that thought made her feel even worse. He slowly moved closer to her. He just wanted to see what one kiss would feel like, maybe it would make him feel less alone?

A knock at the door, pulled them both away from their thoughts, and actions. Sam cautiously lifted off the bed, and moved towards the door. A part of him hoped it was his father, even Katie moved off the bed, thinking John had gotten one of her pervious messages. "What the hell are you doing here?" Sam asked as Dean slowly pulled himself through the door.

"I checked myself out." Dean told him honestly. Katie slowly moved off the bed to stand near the boys.

"Are you crazy?" Sam asked. He couldn't believe his brother would do something so stupid. Then again, Dean wasn't known for all of the brilliant ideas he came up with.

"I'm not going to die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot." Dean joked, eyeing Katie innocently. She gave him a small smile, and hoped the tears had dried on her cheeks already. That sounded more like Dean.

"You know this whole I laugh in the face of death thing. Its crap I can see right through it. I saw how tightly you were holding onto Katie's hand, you're not fooling me." Sam said laughing at his brother's attempts to be strong.

"Yeah, whatever, dude. Have you even slept, you look worse than me." Dean said, as Sam helped him over to a near by chair. Katie just sat on the bed, she couldn't force herself to move. Having Dean here just made everything a little more real.

"He's been scouring the internet for the last three days." Katie said, scooting over so that Sam could sit next to her. "We've been calling every contact in John's journal." Katie told him. She wanted him to know that they didn't want him to die.

"For what?" Dean asked looking at Sam.

"For a way to help you." Sam said. He wasn't going to let his brother die, and he was proud of himself for getting as far as he had. "One of Dad's friend's, Joshua, called me back. He told me about a guy in Nebraska, a specialist."

"You're not going to let me die in peace are you?"

"I'm not going to let you die, period. We're going." Sam told his brother. Katie watched as Dean tried to stare down Sam, but it wasn't going to work this time.

Katie had helped Sam clean up the motel room and pack everything. They were leaving in the morning, that way all three of them could get some rest before traveling all the way to Nebraska. Now Sam was asleep on one bed, Dean on the other, leaving Katie the floor. She was fine with that, she wanted the boys to get a good night's sleep for once. When she noticed the lack of Dean's constant snoring, she looked over the bed finding him staring up at the ceiling.

"You okay?" She asked, crawling over to the side of the bed. He didn't look at her, or acknowledge her at all. "Dean," Katie whispered, leaning further on the bed. It wasn't until she was practically laying on it that he turned to look at her.

"Can't sleep." He spoke slowly, Katie let out a heavy sigh at his words. She glanced over at Sam's bed before climbing next to Dean.

"You need your rest. Is something wrong, you want some more pain killers, or I can give you another pillow?" She asked. He gestured for her to come closer, letting him lean his head on her shoulder. She wrapped an arm around his head, brushing the hair back from his forehead. She remembered when they would spend hours like this as teenagers. They would talk all night long, or all day if they could.

"I just can't sleep." He said simply grabbing her other hand, twisting the silver ring she had on. "I'm scared." Katie was silent, his honesty shocked her. She needed this contact to be right. She needed Dean to be okay.

Sorry it's shorter than normal, but I'm putting this one hold for a little while...Sorry to all of those who were religiously reading...S.K.