Destiny Or Death.
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AN: Thanks for the reviews! Hope ya'll like it! Sorry for the shortness, but i've had writers block, homework and build up to WWE No Mercy! Go Jeff!
Ch3.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked, no longer angry but still very wary.
"I want you Sammy boy" YED replied. "I want you to lead my army"
"I told you no!" Sam yelled.
"Well, This time" YED laughed. "You don't really have a choice".
"What do you mean?" Sam asked, extremely confused.
The YED grinned and laughed evilly. "Right now, you're in hospital. The only way you will get out is if you lead my army…your army. If not…"
Sam raked his hands through his hair and sighed loudly. How was he supposed to make a decision like that!? Go dark side or die!? There wasn't much choice.
"I'll leave it with you" YED cackled before disappearing.
Sam sighed once more and sat on the dark, cold floor.
He didn't know what to do.
If he said no, he'd die and Dean would be devastated, especially after loosing their father.
If he said yes, he'd turn evil and Dean would have to kill him anyway…which was worse…or…or he would kill Dean.
There was no way out.
Sighing once more, Sam weighed his options, knowing that one way or the other, people would get hurt.
Dean sighed and looked at his brother, a tear falling down his cheek.
Sam had gotten worse in the meagre hours he had been at the hospital, he was so pale that he almost matched the bed sheets, his skin was cold and clammy to touch and he was hooked up to everything under the sun. Yet, the doctors still hadn't given him an explanation for why his brother was like this.
More tears fell, but Dean made no move to wipe them away.
He had only just recovered from seeing his brother like this just a few months ago…and now…now he had to go through it again. But this time, he didn't know whether Sam was going to make it.
Dean was loosing hope.
Grasping his brother's hand in his, Dean prayed. For the first time in Dean's life, he prayed.
When he heard the door open, he opened his eyes and looked over to where a doctor now stood.
The doctor smiled and extended his hand. "I'm Doctor Munroe"
Dean forced a smile. "Dean Winchester" He paused. "How's my brother?"
Doctor Munroe's face turned grave and he sighed before placing a hand on Dean's shoulder. "He's dying".
Hehe! I'm so evil!
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