Destiny Or Death.
Summary: Azazel may be dead, but he still wants Sam to lead his army. But Sam must choose; destiny or death. Sequel to 'Consequences'. Limp!Sam
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Chapter 2.
Dean sighed and shifted in the uncomfortable plastic chair. It had been 3 hours since they'd arrived and he still had no word on Sam.
'What could possibly wrong' Dean thought. 'Sammy should be perfectly healthy after dad...' He trailed off, not really wanting to think about the subject.
Dean released his pent up breath when a doctor finally approached him. "Dean Winchester?"
Dean nodded. "How's Sam?"
The doctor sighed and Dean took it as bad news. "Please" Dean whispered. "Is he ok?"
"I don't know" The doctor's words confused Dean. How could they not know what's wrong.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
"We've run every test we can think of, but there is nothing to explain why your brother is in his condition". The doctor replied.
"Which is?"
"He's in a coma and his vital signs are very low, but we have no idea what has caused it".
Dean sighed lightly, a tear running down his face. "No indication at all?"
The doctor nodded. "It could be a multiple of things but it could also be none of them. We're going to bring in some specialists who might be able to find out what's going on. You can sit with him if you like".
Dean nodded. "Thank you".
The doctor smiled before leading Dean to Sam's room. "Press the call button if you need anything".
"Thank you" Dean repeated as the doctor left.
Dean sighed and took a seat next to Sam. The chair was still hard and uncomfortable, but Dean didn't care. He just needed to be with Sam.
"Come on Sammy. What's going on in that head of yours?" Dean said to Sam as if he expected an answer. "Dad...You gotta be ok"
More Tears fell down Dean's face and once again, he didn't mind showing his emotions.
Darkness surrounded Sam. He could hardly see anything. Not that there was anything to see.
"Dean?" Sam asked fumbling in the darkness. "Dean?! Where are you?! Dean?!"
"He's not here, Sammy boy" A voice called out in the darkness. "But i'm glad you've come"
"Who are you?" Sam asked warily. He knew the voice, he just couldn't place it. "What do you want?"
"You know who I am Sammy" The voice said and stepped out of the darkness.
"You!?" Sam whispered. How could he be alive. He was dead. He'd killed him.
"As for what I want" The YED said menacingly. "That is much more complicated".
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