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Chapter 2

When Sam entered Deans room, his eyes were still plastered on the clock. 'Hey...' Sam whispered as he walked over to the chair next to his bed. Dean didn't respond. 'Dean, I know you're upset but-when do you wanna get out of here. I know they want you to stay but I figured you'd be itching to wheel outta here.' Sam leaned back in the chair and turned the TV on. There was obviously no point in trying to have a conversation if only one person was putting an effort in.

Two hours had gone by and Dean had niether eaten nor spoken scine their father passed. Sam even tried to annoy him into talking.
Flipping through the channels he saw a familiar commenrcial that Dean especially hated. On the screen was Snuggles the Fabric Softener Bear. Sam left it there for the whole commercial and even tried to find another just to hear Dean utter a word, hell even to punch him in the face. Any sign was a good sign.

'Sam.' His face lit up as he finally heard Dean speak.

'Yeah, Dean? What's up.'

'You can stop now. I'm fine.' He stated.

Sams mouth almost dropped. 'You're fine! That's all you say in the two hours since dads death? 'I'm fine?' That's such a load of bull Dean and I don't know who you're trying to fool with that one.' Sam huffed and crossed his arms. If Dean was in the right state of mind, he would have made fun of him for being such a little girl. But like people said, 'wrong place, wrong time,' and this was definatly the wrong time.

Dean looked at him. His eyes were red and puffy but Dean would never admit to anyone that he was sobbing his eyes out for two hours. If he didn't believe it happend then it didn't happen. 'Sam-I. I know this must be hard on you right now. It's hard on me too. But we just deal with it in different ways. You need to understand.' Those were some of the most intelectual words Sam ever thought he heard Dean say, but he fought in the laugh that was trying to escape. There was no time for laughing anymore. Not for a while.

'You can't go on believing that if you keep it in you're a stronger person, Dean. It'll tear you apart.'

Dean nodded. Trisha then entered with a smile directed towards Sam. 'Hey guys.' She said softly. 'Hey, Trisha.' Sam replied. She went over to Dean and checked his vitals. 'Dean, how are you feeling?' she asked shining a light in his eyes. Dean only nodded in response.
Sam anticipatingly watched her. 'Well I'm no doctor but it looks as if they'll let you go maybe tomorrow.' she said smiling mostly to Sam. 'The doctor will be in soon.'She said as she left the room. 'Hey Trisha!' Sam called as he walked after her. 'I'll be back Dean.' He told him as he put a hand on his shoulder. Dean only nodded to him. No sarcastic remarks, no 'helpful suggestions.' This was definatly not the Dean Sam knew all his life.

Trisha was leaning on the wall next to Deans room door. She turned towards Sam as he stuck his head out the door. 'Yes, Sam?' she said as he walked out of the room. 'I-uhm-well.' Sam didn't even know what to say. He didn't even know what he wanted to ask but he wanted to get something out. 'Sam. I'm on break. Care to share lunch with me?'

Sam looked at her and smiled. 'Uhh yeah well, yeah! I'd like that. Let me just go see Dean.' As Sam went to turn towards the door Trisha grabbed his hand. 'Sam, I think we should just let him be. I can't even imagine what you two are going through, but I know people do need time alone. Just give him some. You're brothers. You'll always be together.'

Sam smiled. 'Shall we?' he asked leading the way to the cafateria.

They made their way to the elevators just as they were opening. Sam was too distracted talking to Trisha that he didn't even notice the janitor as he knocked into him. A jolt of energy went through him like he was being shocked and he shook his head to clear the spots that were forming in his eyes. 'Sorry kid. You need to slow down a little.' Sam nodded as Trisha helped him up. He looked up to the janitor and almost felt like falling down again. He was staring into a pair of yellow eyes. Just like the ones he had seen in the house back in Kansas and just like the ones he saw in his father. The janitor blinked and they were gone. 'Sorry again.' He said and walked away from them. Sam turned and watched as he dissapeared into a hall and turned to Trisha. 'Sam, you okay?'

'Yeah. Perfect. Let's just go eat real quick.' He answered. She smiled and walked into the elevator with him.

Dean looked out his hospital door as the elevator with Sam and Trisha shut. He made his way down the hall and pushed the button to the elevator. As he got into the elevator, he looked on the map for the mourge. 'A mourge in a basement. How cliche.' He scoffed and went to hit the button. He nearly jumped out of his skin when a cold clammy hand grabbed his and blinding pain shot through his body. He grimiced his teeth as he fell onto his knees and looked up. The same janitor which had bumped into Sam with the same erie yellow eyes were starring back at him. 'This pain you feel, Dean? This is the last thing your pitiful father felt in his last moments of life.' The demon spoke quietly, just loud enough for Dean to hear. 'He couldn't even think about his loving children, his wonderful soldier who he gave his life up for as he died the pain was so bad.' Dean closed his eyes as sweat began to form on his forhead. 'Now tell me, Dean, why did you get to live when your father got to suffer. His whole life. His wife is killed, then his favorite son leaves. And all he's left with is you. Pitiful you trying your hardest not to screw up because you think he cares. You're just sad, really.'

'This. Isn't happening.' Dean gritted his teeth and opened his eyes to face the demon.

'No actually it is. This is real. You couldn't get so unlucky. Especially you. You're trapped here in the elevator with me, the colt, and on more bullet'
The demon said as Dean felt the cold funnel of the colt against his head. 'I could end this now.'

Dean shook his head. All that ran through his head was Sam. He couldn't leave him. Not now. 'Oh no need to worry about Sam. I have great plans for him. In all due time, Dean, my plan is going to unfold faster than you know.'

The elevator bell rang and the doors opened to the basement into the morgue. With a flick of his wrist the demon sent Dean flying into the room and into the opposite wall. Dean slumped down and closed his eyes. He didn't feel like staying awake all of a sudden.

'See you soon, Dean.' The demon said to Dean who was left in the cold, dimly lit room.

Sam soon finished eating his lunch and threw the trash into the waste can next to him. Trisha had to leave because of an emergancy in the ER and Sam was left to eat lunch by himself. As much as Sam hated to leave Dean at a time like this-let alone anytime-Sam needed the time alone. He couldn't believe the day wasn't even over yet. Just hours ago, his dad had died. And yet, he seemed to be taking it better than he thought. Maybe even better than Dean.

Sam shuffeled down the hallway with his hands in his pockets. He began to worry when he saw people rushing in and out of Dean's room. Quickening his pace, Sam made it to the entrance of the room and grabbed on of the doctors.

'Excuse me, what's going on?' Sam asked hurridly. 'I'm his brother.' He added when the doctor looked at him skeptically.

'I need you to come with me, please.' The doctor said leading him down the hall. Sam couldn't even look to see what was happening to his brother as the door was quicky shut.

The doctor made sure he was well away from Dean's room before he turned around to talk to Sam.

'My names Dr. Hunder,' he began. 'I've been Dean's doctor since he woke up.' Sam nodded. 'But what's going on right now? Is he okay?'

Dr. Hunder nodded. 'We found him in the morgue. He was passed out and has a high fever right now. We just need to make sure he is stable physically and mentally before we release him.'

Sam had to double-take on what the doctor just said. 'Because he was in the morgue he's unstable? Our father just died. He can't go and see him?'

'That's not what I'm saying. That's why we want to make sure. If he wants to see your father he can certainly do that but it's just precaution. We'll see what happens when his fever goes down. I'm sure everything will be okay.' Dr. Hunder gave Sam an unreasurring smile. 'Can I see him?' Sam asked. Dr. Hunder nodded and followed him into Dean's room.

Sam practically ran into the room to see Dean. There were icepacks around him and a monitor was hooked up to him to monitor his fever. He was pale and his hair was matted down on his forehead.

'Hey.' Sam said sitting down next to the bed.

'Hey.' Dean croaked. 'And for the record, I'm not crazy.'

Sam rolled his eyes. 'In some sense you are but I believe you this time.'

Dean smiled. 'What were you doing?' Sam asked turning his chair to Dean. Dean rolled his eyes. 'This is probably the only time I'm going to open up to you. So listen closely.'

Sam raised his eyebrows. 'The demon. He's here. And he said-he said dad gave his life. For me.' Sam sat back in his seat. He didn't doubt that his dad actually did that. But for Dean to know that someone else had given their life for his. It only would make him feel worse. All the things that the demon had said while in the cabin, and now with their dad gone and finding out the reason why. This was even a lot for Sam to handle.

'Dean-I.'

'Don't Sam.' Dean sighed. 'I just needed you to listen.'

Sam nodded. For the rest of the day they sat in silence. Sam waiting for Dean to say something, Dean waiting to get the hell out of the hospital.

Niether getting what they wanted.

To Be Continued...

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