Okay just so you guys aren't confused, this story takes place before Sam found out about the demon blood. In this chapter he finds out a different way and also Yellow Eye's plans are different than in the show! Don't worry if some things seem a little confusing, it's supposed to be right now. I'll try to get things cleared up in the next chapter! Thanks for all the wonderful reviews and I hope you like this chapter!

"There has got to be a way to stop this! I am not watching my brother die!" Dean screamed ad he pounded the laptop

They had taken Sam to the hospital and had been researching in the hospital room for hours. So far they couldn't find a thing about how to stop the coma victims. Each minute that passed got closer and closer to Sam's fate. Who knew when the next coma victim would be taken? However, mostly the victims had been taken days apart, so Dean at least felt a little more calm knowing that he might have more time to save Sam.

Matt was searching on his own laptop, looking like he was going to pass out any minute. Matt said he didn't drink coffee, so Dean suggested that he take a break.

"No way man, I want to help." Matt shook his head.

"You have been. Just go take a break, you look exhausted. It's okay." Dean told him

"You sure?" Matt warily questioned "You could use a break too."

"No. I'm fine, I got my caffeine. And besides, I can't leave Sammy."

Matt nodded his head in understanding. "Alright, I'm just going to step outside and have a smoke and I'll be right back."

"You smoke?" Dean couldn't help but ask the question. Matt didn't seem like the type to smoke. He seemed like a sporty guy but also a real good kid. Even though his clothes kind of smelt like smoke, Dean thought it was only because of the lobby where he worked wasn't non-smoking. Hunters shouldn't smoke, they led such an active lifestyle and smoking is hard on your lungs which doesn't come in handy when you're running. Man, he was already feeling protective of the kid and he barley knew him! "I'm sorry; it's none of my business. You just don't look like the smoking type."

Matt laughed and Dean was glad he didn't take offense. "Yeah, I've heard that quite a few times. It's just…I've been through a lot these past couple of years…and well….I just needed something to get my mind of it I guess…"

"It's okay." Dean told him "Hey, grab me a coffee while you're gone?"

"Sure." Matt said as he walked away.

Dean sighed and slumped in his chair next to Sam's bed. What Matt just said had gotten him thinking. Matt said he'd been through a lot these past couple of year and Dean understood. He and Sam were going through a rough time as well. Jess's death, their father's death…Sam's creepy visions….But they always had each other to get through the hard times. They always had each other to talk to for support. Matt had no one and who knew what he was going through. He had no one to help him through his problems and had no one to depend on. That's probably why he turned to smoking instead; he used other means for dealing with his problems.

Dean was determined to be there for Matt from now on though, to help him through his problems and whatever burden he was dealing with. But right now, he had more serious things to think about. He glanced at Sam lying on the bed, still as a statue, the only thing that proved to Dean that he was alive was the slight rise and fall of his chest. He ran a hand through his little brother's shaggy hair and tears came to his eyes. Sam was going to be okay, please let him be okay.

Dean couldn't bear think of the alternative…Sammy was going to make it through this. He had to make it through this. They had been through so much, there was no way a little coma was going to be the end of him, no way no how.

Dean would find a way to save him, he always did before and that wasn't going to stop now. He drank the last of his coffee and continued researching, trying to find anything that would help his brother. His last words to Sam rang in his head over and over. Telling Sam that he was selfish and to stop thinking of himself…god, how could he ever say those things! Why did he always blow up on the person he loved the most? He wondered if Sam would ever forgive him…

Matt came back in then, bringing the smell of cigarette smoke and coffee with him. He handed Dean the cup and sat back down in his own chair.

"Do you think maybe…what's going on here…I don't know. It's just so weird that I met you guys here, what are the odds of us running into each other? Do you think we were brought here on purpose? That something wanted us to meet; I mean it seems just too easy." Matt told him

"Heh, I was thinking the same thing." Dean replied "Something big is going on here, I just don't know what."

Sam opened his eyes and to his surprise he was standing in room…a crib was next to the far wall and little toys lined the shelves…it must be a nursery.

How the hell did he end up here? The last thing he remembered was Dean yelling at him for not going out with him and Matt. He understood why Dean yelled at him, but Sam just didn't feel like going out, he wished Dean would have heard him out. Dean thought Sam was trying to get rid of Matt when he was just trying to help out.

He remembered being so upset, but then he told himself that Dean didn't mean it, that Dean just took things the wrong way. He then laid down in bed and the next thing he knew….he was here.

He must be dreaming then…yeah that's it. Or…

Or he was having another vision.

"Look familiar Sammy boy?" A voice suddenly spoke from behind him. He turned and saw a man with yellow eyes smiling at him.

"You."

"Why yes, it is me."

"What do you want from me? Why won't you leave my family alone?" Sam yelled, slowly backing away from the demon.

"Oh I can't do anything to you here. This is all in your head. I'm just here to show you something."

"This is a vision." Sam gasped. "What are you going to do? Kill someone in this house??"

"Oh no, this isn't a vision. More of a flashback. You don't remember the place? This is your house Sammy. This is your room, the night your mommy died."

Sam's breath caught in his throat as he watched another man walk into the room with the same yellow eyes. He walked right up to his crib with a knife and watched as the demon cut his arm, blood dripping down into baby Sam's mouth….

"This…does this mean…I have demon blood in me…." Sam swallowed hard. No, no, no! He could not have demon blood in him, he just couldn't!

"Makes sense doesn't it? It's the reason for all your visions. You have wonderful powers within you Sammy…if you make it through the coma…" The demon started

"Wait what do you mean? Coma…am I…one of the coma victims? You're the one who's the cause of this??" Sam felt around in his pockets for a gun or something, but came away with nothing.

"I knew that the Winchester child would be a great leader. Fifty years ago this town experienced these coma victims that were done by a vengeful spirit and now he's doing it again. I just happened to lure you and that Matt boy here, so you two could go into the coma. I have nothing to do with causing the comas. I also erased all of the information on the spirit that caused the comas so you guys couldn't solve the case. So you and Matt could fall victim." It explained while it laughed

"What? What's that supposed to do? Putting me and Matt in a coma??"

"To see which one of you would make it out alive. The one that lives is the stronger one, the one that will become the demon leader."

"I am not a demon leader!" Sam bellowed

"Then perhaps it's Matt that is."

"Matt isn't one either! What if both of us live??"

"Then I'll think of something."

"Wait…I'm not even a Winchester!"

"Yes, but you were raised as a Winchester. Matt was born as one and I revived him. I put my blood into both of you. Either one of you could be the demon leader…I'm just not sure which one." The demon smirked and Sam gasped in horror when he saw his mom walk into the room.....

Dean looked over to Matt and saw that he had passed out, head lolling on his shoulder. He walked over to him and tapped his shoulder.

"Hey Matt, you can go back to the motel if you want. Get some sleep." Dean told him but Matt didn't stir.

"Matt? Matt? MATT!!" Dean shook him but Matt didn't budge. Oh god…he couldn't be in a coma too….

All of the sudden the machines connected to Sam began to beep wildly, along with eight other coma patients in the other rooms…

"Oh god! Sammy!! Don't you die on me!!" Dean rushed over to Sam's bed, heart pounding in his chest. In the blink of an eye, Sam's body thrashed on the bed and his eyes snapped open. Dean breathed a sigh of relief and held his brother's shaking body.

"Sammy, it's alright, it's okay. I'm here." By some miracle Sam had made it…..

"Dean! Help Matt!" Sam choked out and Dean turned around to find Matt no longer breathing….