Chapter 6

Sorry for the long wait, my week and weekend has been really busy so I couldn't write. But apparently I can always find time during class when I should be paying attention oops :) Anyways, on with the story!

Dean and John briskly walked into the hospital and up to the nurse's desk. Almost immediately, Dean began demanding answers.

"Sam Bravo, I want to see him. What room is he in?" He didn't care if he sounded harsh to the hot brunette nurse, Sam was way more important.

"Hold on just a minute, sir," the nurse smiled and began tapping away at the keyboard while Dean panted anxiously. He had to, no; he needed to see his brother…now. He needed to see if the kid was okay.

Suddenly the nurse frowned, instantly causing Dean to worry. Something was wrong. Nothing should be happening, Sam should be sleeping peacefully and waking up soon, nothing could be wrong. Not again.

"What? What's wrong?"

"It says that Mr. Bravo isn't allowed to have visitors; family or friends."

"WHAT!" Dean shouted, causing the small nurse to jump.

"Dean calm down-" John began.

"No, that son of a bitch lied to us! He said he lifted the fucking restriction!"

"And I did," a calm voice said.

Dean whipped around and came face to face with Dr. Mackey.

"Then why-"

"It just hasn't been put through yet, but I assure you, you are still able to see your brother Mr. Bravo." Dr. Mackey turned to the nurse and smiled. "You can take that restriction off now."

The nurse smiled back and nodded as she began typing away at the keyboard. Dean's harsh breathing began to subside, but he looked at Sam's doctor suspiciously. Something was a little…off about the guy. He glanced over to his dad and he saw that he knew something was up, too.

"O-okay, lead the way," Dean said uncertainly.

Dr. Mackey smiled…almost like a Cheshire cat, which kind of freaked Dean out. The Dr. turned, and when his back was facing the two Winchesters, his eyes flashed black before changing back to its vessel's normal blue-grey eyes.

~+SPN+~

"Right in here," Dr. Mackey said.

"In here? Sam's in this giant supply closet?" Dean said in confusion as he and his dad walked in front of the doctor. Immediately, John, somehow, sensed the demon and he spun around just in time to see the doctor lock the door.

"Dean," he whispered. "It's a trap. Christo."

Dr. Mackey whirled around, his eyes turning pure black.

"Oops, I guess you got me," the demon doctor shrugged. Then, without warning, he waved his hand and John was thrown back into a rack of towels. He fell down to the floor, unconscious, and the rack came crashing down on top of him.

"Hey!" Dean shouted angrily, but he too was thrown back, smacking into a wall. He grunted in pain as his head connected with the hard surface before sliding down onto the cold tiled floor. His vision swam, but he shook his head in order to focus.

The demon Mackey slowly walked over to Dean and wrapped two hands tightly around his neck.

"Where's Sam you son of a bitch?" Dean strained.

"You don't have to worry about him; I'll take care of him next."

"If you touch him, so help me god-"

"God can't help you in this situation, Dean. You're on your own. I'm gonna kill you," the 'doctor' squeezed Dean's neck tighter, "then your dad, and last but definitely not least, little Sammy."

"You're a fucking asshole!"

"Now that's not a very nice thing to say, Dean, you hurt my feelings." He tightened his grip, his sharp nails digging into Dean flesh and blood dripping from the small wounds.

Dean gasped, trying to scratch off the constricting fingers, but he failed. He failed himself, he failed his dad and he definitely failed his brother.

"W-who are you?" He rasped. He wanted to know what effing demon was doing this as he felt his eyes fluttering.

"That's for me to know and you to never find out." With one last squeeze, Dean gasped but then exhaled as he slumped to the floor…dead.

~~~~SPN~~~~

Dean!

Sam eyes snapped open, meeting a dimly lit room. God, he hated visions. They always seemed so real…and they hurt his head like a bitch. In fact, his whole body was pulsing in agony. Where was he again? Oh, right the fricken hospital. But right now it didn't matter, because he had a vision. And a vision meant something bad was going to happen, soon; a demon was going to kill Dean if he didn't find him.

As he tore off his nasal cannula, he immediately smelled rotten eggs. Sulfur. The son of a bitch was in here! Dammit. He slowly sat up, wincing and groaning in pain as he moved his stiff body. He threw his covers off of him and he swung his legs over, placing his bare feet on the cold floor. Now, just hopefully, he could walk without collapsing into a pathetic heap. Ripping the I.V. out of his arm, ignoring the burning pain, and all the other wires from his body, he cautiously stood up, testing his strength. At first, he felt a bit dizzy and unsteady, but he stubbornly pushed it aside as he quickly regained composure. Sweat was already starting to coat his face and his breathing was intensifying and raspy. He didn't care though; Dean and his dad needed him.

As he started towards the door, his foot hit something soft; there was something poking out from underneath the bed. He looked down and saw his brother's duffle bag. A light went on in his drugged up mind as he rummaged through the contents of the bag, praying there was something useful. Food, flask, more food, gun, EMF- wait, gun? Sam pulled out Dean's extra .44 that had been hidden away and smiled. Mentally thanking his brother, he checked to see if it was loaded. But, before he could, a loud crash could be heard from down the hall. Now, a normal person would think someone just dropped a tray or something, but god damn it, he wasn't normal. No hunter was. He instantly knew someone was in trouble, and that person-or people- in particular were Dean and his dad.

Letting out a painful breath, he hobbled out of the room, the gun concealed underneath his t-shirt and he desperately looked for Dean. With every step, breathing grew harder to control or to even do, and his face was burning like the sun. He figured since the sound was fairly close, the room had to be nearby. He finally reached a questionable door that had no windows; it had to be it.

When he gradually opened the door and quietly stepped inside, his heart stopped. His dad was on the floor underneath a mess of towels and a huge shelf, unconscious and blood running down his face, while Dean-oh god- Dean's face was almost purple as a doctor that was standing over him had his hands wrapped tightly around Dean's neck. His eyes where flickering close and that did it for Sam. He didn't even have to think twice as he pulled the trigger, landing three rounds into the man's head. As he watched the doctor fall to the ground he lowered his gun, panting heavily, and surprised that he still hasn't passed out yet since he was feeling lightheaded. Must be the adrenaline. He watched as the black smoke spilled out of the doctor's open mouth and flew out of the room. Immediately after, dark crimson blood began flowing out of the doc's head wound. But that didn't matter…not yet anyways.

"Dean!" He yelled, his voice raw after it being dormant for a couple days. He ran over to his coughing and gasping brother, putting a hand on his shoulder. He made it, he saved Dean.

"Sam- *cough* Sammy? *cough* Wh- *cough, cough* what the h-hell are yo- *cough* you d-doing?"

"Saving your ass, what does it look like I'm doing?" Grinned Sam as he helped Dean off of the floor. His older brother stumbled a little, but Sam kept two shaky arms on his shoulders.

"Th-thanks for that," Dean rasped as he rubbed his sore neck and smiled at Sam. "God, it's good to see you awake, but you should get your ass back in bed before you keel over."

Sam rolled his eyes, but smiled, though, it instantly disappeared. His head suddenly felt funny, his legs were feeling tingly and it felt like his stomach was doing somersaults.

Dean's smile vanished, too, when he saw the look on his brother's face. Come to think of it, Sam didn't look so hot; his face was all sweat and pasty looking and to make matters worse, the kid was swaying on his feet.

"Hey," he said as he tapped Sam's face, which, by the way, was unusually warm. "You alright, buddy?"

But before Sam could respond, Sam's knees buckled underneath his weight and he began to tip forward, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Dean instantly reacted, going down with his brother as the weight began to take a toll on his own body.

"Easy, Sammy, easy. I gotcha, okay? I'm gonna take care of you alright? You're gonna be okay. God, you crazy son of a bitch, what were you thinking?" He smiled weakly as he brought Sam's head and shoulders into his lap and held him tightly. "I gotcha." He ran his fingers through Sam's damp hair and listened to the kid's rough sounding breaths. It didn't sound healthy, but at least it was a sign that his brother was still alive. He glanced over at John, who was still unconscious, which kind of worried him, and then over to the body of Dr. Mackey. Damn, how were they gonna explain this? He returned his gaze back to his unconscious brother. He knew he should start calling for help, but he wanted some time alone with Sam before the kid was torn away from his protective hold. He chuckled as he shook his head. The things Sam did; the things all three Winchesters did for each other. They were just fucking crazy sometimes. But the kid saved his life, while feeling like shit, so he had to give Sam props. Placing his chin on Sam's head, he sighed. Their life was so screwed up.

TBC

Didn't expect that to happen did ya. I actually didn't know if I should do this, but I wanted to put some Supernatural stuff in the story. I hope you like it, if you don't I'm sorry :( The last chapter will, hopefully, be up soon though :) Thanks and don't forget to review! :)