Chapter 2

OMG thanks to everyone who read and everyone who reviewed/favorited/alerted! I didn't think many people would like the story! But now I know that you do, I will keep going! Here's chapter 2 and I hope you like it! BTW: Never do the cinnamon challenge: worse experience of my life lol! All grammar, spelling, and medical mistakes are mine, so please forgive me if something is wrong (especially the medical stuff) :)

Sam's face was becoming pale and gray. His blue, and now, swollen lips began to stand out even more than before. Dean was tightly holding his brother's freezing cold hand, rubbing it furiously to try and keep it warm. He'd pretty much given up on CPR, since Sam's neck was swollen and assumed his throat was closed up. No air was gonna get through there.

"Sammy," Dean choked out, trying not to cry. Where was the fucking ambulance? He lifted Sam's upper body into his lap and rocked on his knees. He didn't want to think about how long it had been since his brother stopped breathing and how long before Sam's heart would finally stop. The only reassurance for Dean to know that Sam was hanging on with a thread to life was the very, very weak pulse underneath his fingertips.

"Sam, you stay with me, you hear? Just hang on…please. I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have made you do that stupid thing," Dean sniffed as he swept his brother's curly brown out of his eyes. He knew Sam was unconscious, but that didn't mean he couldn't hear. "You can't leave me alone you understand me? You can't leave without knowing how sorry I am; you're not allowed to die! We still have the son of a bitch demon to go after, you can't stop now." He squeezed his brother's prone body as a few tears fell from his eyes. "I'm such an idiot; I can't believe I didn't know you were allergic to- Sam? Sammy?" Dean's heart raced; he couldn't feel a pulse anymore, it was gone. "Sam, don't you dare!" He shook his brother roughly. Sighing in resignation, he was about to start compressions again when he heard the ever so sweet sound of sirens.

"You hear that Sam? You're gonna be okay, just- just don't give up." Of all the things that could kill Sam, it was fricken cinnamon. Dean got up hesitantly, really not comfortable leaving his brother, but rushed to the door. He swung it open just in time to see an ambulance pull into the motel parking lot. In a matter of seconds, he filled the paramedics in on Sam's condition and they rushed into the room with a gurney, tubes, and a…a fricken defibrillator! Just great!

"Clear!"

Dean winced as he watched Sam's body jerk upwards before limply falling back to the ground.

"No pulse, try 300!"

"Clear!"

"Still no pulse."

Son of a bitch! Come on Sammy, fight! Please come back!

"Sir," a voice broke into his thoughts. Dean tore his gaze away from his brother and looked at the paramedic. "How long has he stopped breathing and how long since his heart stopped?"

"U-Um, he stopped breathing eight minutes ago a-and his heart stopped beating umm…three minutes ago."

The paramedics exchanged nervous looks, before one of them turned the dial up to 350.

"What? What's the matter?"

"It's just that- clear!"

Sam's body convulsed again, and this time, both paramedics sighed in relief and began getting Sam ready for transportation.

"Just what?" Dean urged impatiently.

"Deprivation of oxygen for that long could result in some serious brain and heart damage, not to mention the toll that the allergic reaction took on your brother's system."

"Well, i-is he gonna be okay?"

"We can't know for sure, not until we get him to the hospital."

Dean grimaced as one paramedic shoved a tube down Sam's throat and began pumping oxygen into his lungs. The other one wrapped a brace around Sam's neck, then immediately the two of gently moved the lifeless form onto the stretcher. Hastily, they raised it up and wheeled Sam out of the room, pushing past the older brother and making their way to the waiting ambulance. Dean numbly followed, ignoring the stares and murmurs from the other guests of the motel. He even forgot to grab his coat and he shivered against the winter breeze. He didn't care though; there were more important things. Without asking for permission, he began stepping into the ambulance with his brother. He couldn't leave him alone- he wouldn't.

"Excuse me sir, you can't be in here."

"The hell I can't. He needs me, he's my little brother and I'll be damned if you don't let me ride along." Dean glared coldly at the EMT's and they both seemed to crumble after a few seconds.

"Alright, just stay outta the way if things go south."

"Haven't they already?" Dean thought guiltily.

~+SPN+~

The ambulance ride was quiet. Well, as quiet as could ever be with the beeping monitors, rumble of the engine and the rasping reverberation of the aided breathing coming from Sam's unconscious body. Dean watched his brother's chest rise and fall in tandem with the machine. He did this; he caused his brother to stop breathing, he caused Sam to die. He swept a shaky hand down his face and closed his eyes, bowing his head in exhaustion. Dean licked his dry lips, still tasting the deadly cinnamon that nearly killed his brother. He had caught a break; he was lucky he hadn't lost his brother and he'd probably never get another chance like this. The next time that anything happened, Sam might not be so fortunate. No, there wasn't gonna be a next time, because Dean would go through hell and high waters to protect his baby brother. Nothing like this would ever occur again. Dean looked back up at the ill looking Sam as he gripped the, still, freezing cold hand.

"I promise, Sammy. I'm gonna stay by you the whole way. I'm gonna take care you and I don't care what it takes to make that possible. But the only way that'll happen is if you pull through this for me, okay? Just keep fightin' kid."

Suddenly the unexpected happened. The beeping of the heart monitor sped up slightly and it made Dean nervous. There were only two reasons that that would be happening. One: Sam could hear him and he was acknowledging that he could; or two, because Sam was dying faster. But, thankfully, neither of them came true; to Dean's delight, Sam's eyelids flickered open, revealing unfocused brown eyes.

"Sam?" Dean breathed.

Sam blinked heavily as he scanned his surroundings listlessly.

"Sam, can you hear me?"

Instead of answering, though, Sam coughed- as much as he could with the breathing tube in his throat- and his forehead creased in pain.

"Take it easy, buddy. You're gonna be okay, you can't get rid of me that easy," Dean grinned.

"De-" Sam managed to grunt out after his coughing fit ceased.

"I'm so sorry, buddy. I'm such a jerk for making you do that stupid challenge."

Sam blinked, maybe in response maybe not, but Dean liked to think it was his brother's way of answering…or forgiving. Dean pursed his lips, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards as he stroked his thumb across Sam's curled palm. Dean was so engrossed with watching Sam, that he didn't even noticed his brother's heart rate deteriorating, the beeping growing slower and slower. But Sam seemed to notice it…he knew he was weakening. Not wanting to alarm his brother, he smiled as wide as he could.

"That's it, kid. Keep your hopes up. You're going to make it and that's an order."

"Th-thorry," Sam managed to say with the tube.

Dean angled his head in confusion, his smile disappearing slowly. "Sorry? What are you sorry for, Sammy?"

"…"

Then a light bulb went off in Dean's head. He's saying sorry for giving up, idiot! Come on get your head straight, Dean!

"No! No, Sam don't you fucking dare! I swear to god if you do-"

Sam's eyes suddenly rolled to the back of his head as his body began shuddering intensely.

"He's crashing! Get the paddles and charge it to 300! 'Scuse me, sir, you're gonna have to move to the back so we can get Sam stable."

Dean reluctantly let go of his brother's hand and watched it fall limply and off the side of the gurney. He watched it swing lifelessly with the motion of the vehicle. It brushed the paramedic's legs as they moved around quickly to revive Sam. He desperately wanted to hold his brother's hand, because he promised he'd be with him every second of the way. A couple tears made it out of his sore eyes, the dam was cracking; he wouldn't be able to hold in the emotions any longer…if he did he might explode. He laid his head in his hands and tried to block out the sounds of shouting paramedics, the paddles against Sam's bare chest shocking the unresponsive heart and the ever so depressing flat monotone of the monitor. The only thing that brought him back to the chaotic situation was someone saying:

"Time of death: 10:51 pm."

Dean head shot up in horror. Fuck.

TBC

*Laughs evilly* I can't believe I did that! Is Sam dead, or will a miracle happen? Even if Sam did live, there could be lots of brain damage, but wait- I'm the author so maybe I'll be nice and something good will happen…read to find out ;) SPOILER: I could never kill Sammy, because I'd never forgive myself if I did; so now you know. Sam won't die! Review :)