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 4.
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".
Tears fell from Dean's eyes. "How?…Why?"
Doctor Munroe shook his head. "We still aren't sure. But with every hour, his vitals are dropping considerably lower. If they get much lower, his organs will start to fail and he'll die. I'm sorry. We're trying everything we can, but without knowing what's causing his condition, we can't cure it".
Dean sighed and shook his head. "Please…There's gotta be something…"
"I'm sorry"
"No. Don't you say that!" Dean said pinning the doctor against the wall. "Don't you say sorry! Just fix him!"
The doctor sighed as he realised how close the brothers must be for the oldest to get so angry. But he knew how he felt for Dr Munroe too was an older brother. "We're doing everything we can. I can promise you we will keep on trying".
Dean let go of the doctor and sighed. "I'm sorry. I just…"
"I know. I'm an older brother too" Dr Munroe said and Dean smiled lightly.
"Thank you" Dean said, genuinely.
"It's no problem. Call if you need anything" Dr Munroe replied before leaving.
Dean sat down on the end of Sam's bed and took his little brother's cold, limp hand in his. "Come on Sammy. Fight this".
Sam sighed for the 6th time in 5 minutes. He really did not know what decision to make. Go dark side or die. There was really no way out.
Suddenly, a pain hit him in the chest and he fell to the floor gasping. He felt like his lungs were being squeezed so hard he couldn't take even one breath.
"Tick tock, Sammy" The YED cackled as he appeared. "Time's running out. Have you decided?"
Sam managed to take in a few breaths and stand looking at the YED, determination on his face. He didn't want to do what he was about to do. But it was the only way he could be saved. "Yes".
Dean sat, tears falling down his face, at his little brother's pale complexion. He just wished that Sam was getting better, that he'd wake up, that he'd be ok.
Suddenly, the beeping of the heart monitor quickened and Dean's fear heightened but a small bit of hope was there too. Maybe Sam was waking up?
Dean's fear was overtaken by happiness when Sam shot up in bed, but it was quickly crushed by absolute fear when he saw that Sam's eyes were completely black.
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