AN: Gooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! *headtodesk* I got my cover figured out, but now a problem arises. I don't know how I'm going to make it. My youngest brother likes to hog the main laptop, the computer in the living room is outdated and unreliable, and I don't want to ask my roommate because she'll forget. So yeah...*headtodesk again* Ow...Anyways, enough of my whining! So tomorrow (Tuesday) I'm going to the doctors to get the middle toe on my right foot examined. It's bent at an awkward angle and been that way for a while. My dad says I might've broken it and it healed that way, my mom says I have hammer toes, me, well I'm unsure. Tomorrow will reveal the answer. I've been leaning towards broken, but like I said, the answer will revealed tomorrow. Anyways, lets go! When we left off, the brothers had the ultimate chick flick and made up! Whoo!

Snarry-I know right. Poor babies. And thank you darling! Some of my other readers can't wait for my book to come out either.

Kas3y-I know! Why must he do that? Poor baby. Thank you darling! :)

spnfanforlife-Aw! He forgives you darling! He said he would've done the same thing. ;) And thank you darling! I'm slightly anemic, so I can get cold pretty easily. But it's all good! :)

whisper-Aw! You two! Dean: *blushes* Me: So cute ;)

lenail125-Sammy will be alright! Help is on the way!

Jen-He's like me. Can't stay mad forever. Thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying this! And thank you so much! I hope my book does well!

elliereynolds777-He grew up to fast on me...WAAAAAHH! Lol! Thank you so much! I love you too! Your reviews make me smile :) And don't worry! Helps coming!

Tori-Bird627-*hands you a tissue* Don't worry darling! Help is on the way!

Enjoy

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From Broken to Shattered

Dean sat by Sam's beside watching him like a hawk. Last night he had a seizure and his breathing had gotten worse. This morning Sam couldn't even speak for he was barely breathing. He thankfully didn't need a ventilator, but under the oxygen mask ran a nasal cannula providing more oxygen. To be on the vent, your oxygen, heart rate, and blood pressure all have to be at certain level. While Sam was barley breathing, his heart rate and blood pressure weren't at the levels that required a vent.

Dean was pretty thankful for that. He couldn't bare the thought of Sam with a tube down his throat.

The rest of the day went by alright, but the feeling a dread and sadness had gotten in and got worse as the evening came. The sun had set and Dean was beginning to feel uneasy. The room had also gotten cold. He was starting to fear that Death was nearby. Waiting for Sam.

"Sammy? Sammy, wake up buddy." Dean cooed.

Sam weakly opened his eyes. He was tired, and wanted to sleep. But he thought he heard his brother's voice. He looked over at his brother and smiled. It wasn't a dream after all.

"Hey kiddo. I'm here." Dean said reassuringly.

Sam managed to squeeze his brothers hand.

"Do you need anything Sammy? Anything at all?" Dean asked, needing to do something.

Sam shook his head no slightly. The only thing he wanted was his Dean.

"Read you loud and clear kiddo." Dean smiled. "I'll be right back. Okay. I need to do something real quick."

Sam nodded and closed his eyes. He was still really tired.

Dean reluctantly got up and went to the chapel on this floor. He silently said thanks as the room was empty. He knelt down at one of the back pews. He sighed. He didn't know what to say.

"This is hard. So hard, if someone were to offer me a cigarette I would have a hard time saying no and I haven't smoked in years." Dean admitted. It was true though. When he was sixteen he tried his first cigarette with a friend. He smoked until his dad caught him at seventeen and made him quit. It was tough, but Dean quit for Sammy. His dad told him that Sam needed him here, and not in some hospital with lung cancer.

"Look. I know I'm not the praying type, but I need some angel magic right now." Dean said. "Sammy's sick. Very sick, and I don't know what to do. I need help. I need to save him, but I'm powerless. Please. I need help. Sammy needs help."

He ran a hand down his face and got up to go back to Sam's room. When got closer he heard a high pitched wail.

"CODE BLUE! CODE BLUE! ROOM 312! CODE BLUE!"

"Oh no." Dean gasped. "SAMMY!"

Dean sprinted down the hallway and skidded to a stop nearly smacking into Jody.

"Jody what's going on?!" Dean exclaimed.

"His heart stopped." Jody tearfully got out.

Dean tried to push his way in but was held back. Jody was strong!

"No! Let me go! Let me go!" Dean demanded.

"Dean, there's nothing we can do." Jody said.

"LET ME GO! SAMMY! SAM! LET ME GO! I HAVE TO BE WITH HIM!" Dean cried.

"Dean-"

They watched through the window as the doctor fought to save Sam, but it was useless. Sam was gone. Dean cried out when the doctor stopped. Then he and Jody heard something that would haunt them forever.

"Time of death, 9:35 pm"

"NOOOOOOOOO!"

*hides from anyone and everyone whose now out for my blood, and then cries*

Until Next Time! *runs down the hallway* I DON'T WANT TO GO TO THE DOCTORS! Sam: Pancake get back here!