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Sam shivered as he stared out the window. His mouth was dry. He could hardly breathe right. Images of Dean and John's dead faces continued to flash in his mind. Why was he seeing them like this? He tried calling Bobby for the third time, and John and Dean for the hundreth time. Only voicemails.
He pushed his knees up to his chest. Was he overreacting? He was sure they were fine....but..what if they weren't? What if they were...he closed his eyes. He couldn't even think of the word.
His hands were shaking. He was struggling to breathe. A sharp pain filled his chest. His head felt light and dizzy. He didn't have to be an expert to know he was having a panic attack.
He groaned and rolled over. As he did so he shivered. He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing. When he closed his eyes, though, flashes of John's and Dean's faces, their dead eyes staring up at him accusingly. He opened them but their faces still wouldn't seem to leave him alone. He moaned and covered his stomach with his hands.
John had put the pushed on the gas pedal after helping his oldest into the car. Dean leaned his head against the window, blood dripping down his cheeks. Within a matter of minutes on the hunt both had gotten captured by the demons. They had only kept them alive because they wanted to question John about Sam. This was exactly why he didn't want Sam involved in the hunt. Too many things were after his son in the first place.
The thought of them after his son made him sick. They had to go back and check on Sam.
"Dean?"
"Yeah?" Dean lifted his head up weakly. John hated seeing his son so beat up like this.
"Call Sammy, will you?"
Dean nodded and went to reach for his cell.
"Damn it!" He cursed.
"What?" John frowned as he steered the car towrads the highway.
"They took my cell. It's still back in that building."
John groaned as he checked for his.
"Mine's back there too."
He sighed.
"Guess we'll have to contact him when we get home."
"It's been 3 days," Dean mentioned as he sat up. "He's probably freaking out, you know how worried he gets sometimes."
"Yeah." John grimaced as he spoke. "Yeah, I do."
His panic attack was getting worse, not better. He felt like he was being choked.
He crawled from his bed to the sink in order to try and get some water. He could barely walk. Did panic attacks effect your walking?
His mouth was dry. As he managed to crawl back into bed, shivering, he realized that this wasn't a panic attack. This was something worse. And he was completly by himself. His family was probably dead.
Tears spilled in his eyes as he managed to sob himself to sleep.
When he woke he found himself caughing up blood. Unable to walk at all he crawled to the toilet. As he vomitted he remembered how whenever he was sick Dean would be there watching over him. Dean would push his hair from his face and hand him a drink afterwards. Dean would help him back to bed and feed him chicken noodle soup and give him ginger ail to drink.
Now Dean was probably dead. And he'd have to go through this alone.
He closed his eyes, trying to force that thought out of his mind. Hot flashes entered his body as he pushed himself back to bed. He started to shiver and pulled his blanekts to his face.
That still didn't stop shivering.
His head hurt like hell. The blinding migraines made him vomit over the bed. He was too weak to try and get water to wash out the taste. Tears spilled down his cheeks. How did he become so miserable so quickly?
And the worrying just escalated things.
He closed his eyes and tried to force his body to stop shivering. He couldn't. The headache just sharpened his pain some more
He was all alone. His family was dead. He was sure of it.
He saw Dean's dead face in front of him.
"It's your fault I'm dead, Sammy! You killed me!" The face him got closer and closer to Sam's eyes and was filled with more accusation.
"You could have saved him. but you didn't." added John; his face as dead as Dean's was.
Sam covered his eyes with his hands but those hallucinations wouldn't leave him alone. They tormented him throughout the night.
Finally after a two days of driving none stop Dean and John managed to find the motel Sam was at. By than Dean was starting to worry. Something told him that something was wrong. Very wrong.
He rushed inside without waiting for John.
"Sammy?"
No answer.
"Sam!" Still no answer. He rushed to the bathroom and pushed it open.
He stared in horror as he saw his brother collapsed on the ground, his body shaking like crazy.....
Should I still continue?
