As promised - though very late - I have a alternative chapter for "Z" which also happens to be "Zapped", but not by an angel XD I might have another chapter too, but we'll see how that goes.

Anyway this is an alt. chapter because though I wrote it before the one I ended up posting - this one turned out over the top and far fetched. The most unlikely thing has been edited and fixed though so hope you enjoy!

Thanks to supernaturalmydreams for beta checking!

Alt. chapter for "Z"
Z - Zapped
- Set to spare time in season 3

"Geez the wind is insane," Dean complained as they sped down the road on the way to Bobby's. They had just finished a hunt not far away, but a storm had been building since yesterday and right now the wind was quite strong, blowing debris onto the road.

"Then maybe you could drive a little slower, man?" Sam suggested without looking up from the newspaper he was trying to read.

"Are you scared, Sammy?" Dean winked at his brother. Sam just groaned, waved him off, and focused on the paper again. They drove for a few more minutes without any trouble, until they finally arrived at Bobby's place.
Just as they entered Singer's salvage yard, Dean stood on the breaks. They had to brace themselves from hitting the front shield like bugs.

"Wow," Dean gaped as the Impala came to a stop in front of a fallen beam that was meant to hold electric lines up,

"That was close."
Sam looked from the electric lines to Dean,

"That would have made one hell of a dent in your car if you hadn't stopped in time."

Sam squinted out of the window and saw Bobby coming out on the porch. Sam stepped out of the car to inspect the damages more closely. He noticed that the beam was lying across the ground, but at an angle so that they might be able to drive past it and still avoid the Impala colliding with any of the trash cans Bobby had.

"Hey, Dean," Sam leaned down to the door so he could see his brother,

"I can see a way for you to drive. Just follow where I point okay?"

"Be careful," Dean shouted after him as Sam closed the door and walked over the road.

The trees in the distance were waving dangerously in the wind and Sam could feel himself being pushed around a little. It wasn't strong enough to throw him off his feet, but he knew he had to look out for flying objects. He saw where the Impala could get through and waved Dean to follow. Sam jumped a little when he saw sparks from a loose electric line, but it didn't seem to be anywhere close to him so he kept guiding Dean through the dark.
As Dean drove past him slowly, he held up a thumbs up for his brother and a big grin, but it changed as if in slow motion when he saw an electric line get picked up by the wind.

"Sam!" he shouted, but of course his brother wouldn't be able to hear him through the closed windows and over the wind. Sam turned around when he heard a strange sound behind him and before he had time to react, the electric line connected with his hand. He tried to pull his hand away, but it was too late and the electricity shot up his arm and through his body, throwing his long frame to the ground. Dean was out of the car instantaneously, running towards his unmoving brother. Sam's arms and legs were spread in all directions from the powerful toss and harsh landing.

"Sam!" Dean tossed himself down on the hard ground, knees complaining and he winced, but tried to ignore it. Sam's mouth was wide open as if silently screaming.

"Jesus," Dean ran his hands over Sam's face unconsciously before finally remembering what to do. He ripped open Sam's jacket and started compressions,

"One, two, three, four, five..." he counted out loud without knowing it, his eyes seeing his brother's body limply complying. Dean then carefully tilted Sam's head back, pinched his nose with his fingers and placed his mouth over Sam's breathing twice, both times relieved that his chest lifted. Both times disappointed that it didn't continue on its own.

"DEAN!" Bobby ran in zigzag to reach them while avoiding the electric lines.

"Call the ambulance, Bobby. He's no-"

"I already called a doctor," Bobby informed urgently and knelt down beside Sam. He looked up to meet Dean's surprised eyes and continued to explain,

"I yelled to you and saw what was about to happen, but it was useless thanks to the storm. I already had the phone in hand," Bobby yelled over the holler of the wind.

"He's not breathing! We've got to get him inside!" Dean yelled and Bobby nodded in agreement.

"Come on," Dean cried and gathered Sam's long legs together so he could attempt to lift his brother. It was true that adrenaline allowed you to do things that are normally impossible. Dean was able to carry Sam to the house with a bit of Bobby's help, a task that had become impossible after Sam's teenage years. When Sam was younger, he was still tall, but at least in his late teens his brother had been just skin and bone -now he was all muscle. Dean found himself shaking with anxiety and probably strain from the weight, but they quickly got Sam onto the floor.

It was daring to not go to the hospital after an electrocution, but Dean had decided to trust Bobby with Sam's life now. The doctor had to be living nearby because she was at the door just minutes later. She was in her late 40s. She had brown hair in a tight pony tail and a serious look on her face. From the moment they got Sam inside they had been continuing CPR until she arrived.

"This is such a stupid idea," the woman said and went right to work. She ripped Sam's shirt open after checking for a pulse and placed two pads on his chest.

"Where do you know her from?" Dean whispered to Bobby as he nervously watched the doctor's administrations.

"She's an old friend. She has her own private practice, but has worked at a bigger hospital before. She knows about hunting too," Bobby explained. Dean nodded absently and knelt beside Sam's head after the doctor had shocked him twice.

"We got a heartbeat," the doctor revealed. Dean was stroking Sam's forehead with his thumb and the doctor hid a sympathetic smile before continuing checking Sam over. Dean held his hand over Sam's nose and mouth when the doctor told him to, but he started freaking out again when he didn't feel anything.

"No breath," Dean said and the doctor simply nodded, automatically letting the big brother do the breathing seeing as the young man seemed to know what to do.

"Tilt his head back a little more," the Doctor instructed and Dean did as he was told and lightly placed one hand on Sam's forehead and the other under his chin. Then placing his mouth over Sam's mouth, silently thanking his brother for generally having good dental hygiene.

"That's good. Keep going," the Doctor instructed, watching and making sure things were done right, impressed with the young hunter. Dean stopped breathing for Sam when the Doctor held a hand up and stared at the youngest hunter's chest.

"He's breathing again," she said relieved. Dean sighed loudly and leaned down until his forehead rested against Sam's.

"You're going to be the death of me, kiddo," Dean straightened up and looked at Bobby,

"Well, you know what I mean," he added seeing as the deal with the crossroads demon to bring Sam back was indeed going to be the death of him.
They got Sam onto the couch and after re-checking him, the doctor stayed with them through the whole night, making sure her patient was doing alright.

The next day, Sam and Dean were already back in the car. Sam didn't feel very good though, and slept in the backseat for most of the day. They had decided to travel for at least one day and go to the hospital they ended up at, as long as Sam didn't get worse. Dean guessed it was probably not necessary, but he had checked his brother's pulse once just to make sure he was only sleeping.

"How are you feeling?" Dean asked when Sam sat up a little, long legs stretched out on the bench and arms folded over the passenger's seat in front of him. Sam just sighed and rested his chin on his arms, closing his eyes when he felt himself getting sleepy quickly.

"M'fine," Sam opened his eyes and smiled at his big brother.

"Good," Dean smiled back and patted Sam on the arm,

"I think we've been traveling far enough to make a stop at the next hospital now."
Turned out the nearest hospital was another hour away, but it was perfect. It was located in a relatively big town, but it was a sleepy town at that, and the hospital didn't have any cops hanging around. The check-up went smoothly. Dean knew how to lie and as long as Sam was fine and alive, well, that was all he could ask for.

"What is it about 'be careful' you don't understand?" Dean asked once he got Sam into the passenger's seat.

"Huh?" Sam frowned confused.

"When you got zapped I had told you to be careful," Dean tried to refresh his memory.

"I don't remember that," Sam batted his eyes innocently when Dean got into the car too.

"Riiight. What do you remember then?" Dean wondered.

"I remember us being on the road, but nothing after that," Sam shrugged,

"You still owe me 20 bucks though."

"Dammit," Dean laughed,

"Of course you'd remember that!"