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Chapter 5
Dean slowly onto his back. His head still groggy from the pain medication. Dean looked at the alarm clock which now read 9:46 a.m.
'Sam,' Dean began throwing a pillow to Sam's bed. 'Wake your sorry ass up, you have researching to do.' When Sam didn't respond, Dean sat up and looked over to the empty bed. 'Sam?' Dean yelled thinking he might have been in the bathroom. But Dean was alone in the motel room. He got himself out of bed and walked over to the door leading outside. Just as Dean went to open it, it swang open and hit him spuare in the face.
'Damn!' Dean yelled stumbling back into the room. On other occasions, he would have been prepared to fight the intruder. But something told him that it was noneother than his geek brother.
'Dean! Oh man, I'm so sorry!' Sam said as he rushed to Dean and made him sit on the bed. 'I'm fine, Sam. I'm fine.' Dean replied swatting his hand away.
'Like hell.' Sam retorted back. 'Your bleeding all over the place. I didn't break your nose did I?'
'Sammy, get over it. You better have gotten some information or I swear your nose will be broken. I want to get out of this damn place before I loose it.'
Sam nodded and gave Dean some tissues to hold up to his nose. 'Okay well not to make your awsome day better or anything but..'
Dean held up his hand. 'Sam, if it's not good news, then shut up and tell me who we gotta kill.'
'Dean, we don't nessecarily have to kill anybody.'
'But we might have to?'
Sam sighed and shook his head. 'Is that seriously all you can think about?' He asked.
'If it gets us the hell outta hear faster,' Dean said. 'then yeah.'
'Alright, so we'll walk around to get some answers.' Dean said to Sam as they made their way back to the well. 'I'll go this way'
He said pointing towards the front of the well. 'and you can go, someother way.'
Sam nodded and they separated. Sam looked around to see if he could notice anything suspicious. Madame Haleen was sitting close to where Dean was in her tent smoking from a long pipe. Next to her, she had a bag of the large coins which she had not so long ago given to Sam. She looked over to Sam and smiled nicely. Sam got an uneasy feeling and started to walk over to her. Before Sam got close enough,
Dean jumped into his way.
'Whoa, whoa, Sammy.' He said, lightly pushing Sam back. 'This one's mine. Let me work my charm on her.'
'But Dean.' Sam said as Dean turned to walk towards Madam Haleen.
'No Sam. Mine.'
Sam rolled his eyes and walked away. He walked up to the wishing well and fiddled with the coin in his pocket. There had to be some kind of connection between both Madam Haleen and her coins. But Sam just couldn't figure it out.
Dean also was having no luck.
Madame Haleen would not talk to him and just kept rambling on about his father's death. 'Wouldn't it be simply wonderful if he could just be alive now?' She said smiling at him making her wrinkles stand off of her face even more. 'You probably wouldn't be here right now doing this meaningless job right now, am I not mistaken.'
Dean rolled his eyes. 'Yeah, sure lady. Could you just tell me about the damn well?'
Madame Haleen shook her head and pulled a gold coin out of her bag. She handed it to Dean and smiled. 'Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could just wish all these problems away?'
Dean shrugged. 'Sure, to bad wishes don't comme true.'
'I think you're wrong, Dean.' She said easily walking him right into her trap.
He shook his head and laughed. 'Yeah because if I go up to that wishing well and wish my father to be alive, you're telling me it'll all be okay? Is that it? Because I sure think that's a lot of bull to believe.'
Madame Haleen shrugged and pointed to the well lightly with her hand. 'Then put it to the test. Show us how wrong it is. You're so wise, no? But that's why you're father's gone correct? Dead because of the mistake you made of believing he wasn't possesed in the first place. Please, Dean, prove the well wrong.'
Dean was infuriated. He never could turn down a bet to show off his skills on instincts. His instincts that was telling him right now not to make a wish at all and just to shove the the coin right up her-'Well?' Madame Haleen inturupted. 'You're choice. Just don't let Samual get in the way. We know how protective he tries to get.
Dean walked briskly out to the well almost in a jog. Past Sam and the few people that were outside on the cold day. He walked to the stones of the well and stood before the grim reaper ingraved in the well. 'Dean?' He could hear Sam yell off in the distance. Den thought quick to think of the right wish as Sam started to walk over to him.
'I-I..'
'Dean? What's going on?'
'I wish Dad was still alive.'
'What?' Sam asked as he saw Dean flick the coin into the well. Sam couldn't help himself as he jumped into the well to catch the coin so the wish wouldn't be completed. But it was to late. As Sam fell into the water, he saw the gold coin settle to the bottom of the well. Dean looked around suspisiously then to Sam. Sam too looked around and shrugged his shoulders.
Suddenly, Dean started to choke and blood came up into him mouth. He fell to his knees as he clutched the stone wall and his chest and began to heave. Sam jumped out of the water and grabbed onto Dean.
'Someone help me!' He yelled as he layed Dean down into his lap and held onto his shoulders. Dean had the look of sheer panic spread across his face and he grabbed Sam's shirt. 'It-it's the w-well.' Dean croaked out between blood and couging and gasping for breath.
'No! Dean!' Sam yelled. 'Help me!' Sam looked around. No one seemed to notice what was happening besides Madame Haleen who was staring at them in an amused manner.
'You!' Sam yelled. Madame Haleen waved to Sam as he noticed everything seem to dissapear slowly as if he was going through a fog. Suddenly, the sound of moniters and alarms were ringing in his head and he looked around again to see that he was in a hospital room. Dean's hospital room.
'We're losing him!' A nurse called. Sam looked over in shock to see Trisha standing over Dean with a difibulator trying to revive him. Sam ran over but was stopped as the doctor rushed in. 'What's going on?' He called taking over for Trisha. 'He flat lined 3 minutes ago. He's not breathing.'
The doctor tried for several minutes to revive Dean. who lay in the hospital bed as he did just days ago, with Sam watching in silence. 'Alright, let's call it. Time of death, 10:51 am.' The doctor said and turned off all the monitors. 'Suddenly shock set in on Sam who burst out in tears. '
W-what!? No! He can't be! He can't!' Sam said running over to Dean. He grabbed Dean's head and held it to him. 'Dean wake up, please! You're not supposed to die! Dean, NO!' Sam sobbed into Dean's head harder than he had ever cried before. Trisha walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. 'I'll go get you're father, sir.' Sam didn't even hear her as she left the room. 'DEAN! Wake up! Do you hear me? This should be Dad not you! This isn't what happened! Dad died! You and that damn wish!' Sam cried even more as his father walked in. 'Sam..' his dad said as he quietly walked over. Sam looked at his dad through tear filled eyes. 'He wasn't supposed to die, Dad!' He sobbed into his father's shoulder as John pulled him into his shoulder. He too sobbed with Sam quietly. Sam could feel the sobs leave his father through his shaking body.
10:51 a.m; Dean Winchester died in the place of his father, who in his own mind, was too coward to trade his own life for his son.
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