"I'm so sorry Dean; I didn't mean what I said." He pleaded, leaning heavily on his brother's hospital bed and clinging to his brother's hand. It was icy and lax in his steel grip. "Dean please open your eyes."
He leaned his head down and rested it on their joined hands. He breathed a sigh and sniffed in a breath trying to remain hopeful that his brother would be fine. "Sam…."
It was weak and groaned but it was Dean. Sam's head snapped up to look at Dean's face to see cracked and bleary eyes. "Dean! You're awake!"
"Sam…" Dean grated out; his eyes were already drooping closed.
"Dean I just have to tell you I'm…Dean…Dean!" His voice became panicky as Dean's head lolled to the side, eyes still partially cracked. He wheezed out a grated breathe before the heart monitor blared. One loud, high pitched, drone of noise that reached into Sam's chest and grabbed hold of his still beating heart. "Dean!"
As the loud blare continued multiple nurses and doctors rushed into the bleached room and wrapped around Dean's bed. They ripped open Dean's gown and pulled the crash cart up adjacent to the bed. "Charge 250!"
Dean 's chest jolted upward as the paddles came down on his bare chest and sent electricity coursing through his body. The heart monitor beeped once before the drone continued. "Charge 300!"
Again the paddles slammed down onto his chest, causing his back to arch up into the air. His back looking like it may crack at the awkward angle. Nothing. Still the heart monitor continued to monotone. The straight line on the screen continued to shoot across the screen and slice into Sam's chest. "Time of Death 3:30."
"No! Dean! No you can't just give up!" Sam screamed charging at the bed and grabbing hold of Dean's shoulders. He crawled up onto the twin sized bed and dug his knees into Dean's side, trying to get as close to him as possible. Tears streamed down his face and snot ran from his nose as he wrapped himself around Dean and pressed his face into Dean's torso. He sobbed even harder as the chest refused to budge, refused to breath. "Dean!"
Sam stretched back his neck craning his tear stained face towards Dean's. His green eyes were open and dulled, staring straight at Sam. Sam raised up on his elbows and reached to move his eyes closed, that's when he noticed the look on his face. The broken look. The one that was forever ingrained in Sam's memory. The look Dean wore when Sam broke his heart.
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Sam was released from his nightmare quickly. His eyes shot open and his heart pounded as he glanced around the room, trying to confirm that what he just dreamed wasn't real. Sweat was dripping down his forehead, accumulating in his hair and tickling the hairs at the nape of his neck.
"Dean…" He groaned, the raspy voice emanating from his throat hardly recognizable as his. He sucked air deep into his lungs and tried again, "Dean…"
A nurse passing by heard his pitiful attempt at calling and rushed into the room. She busied herself about the machines to his right before turning her attention to him. She had a pixie cut of blond hair and flared from her head and almost fell in her eyes. The smile on her face was plastic and glossed, Sam like Angie better. "Hello Sam I'm glad that you could join us."
"Dean…" The nurse finally took notice to the distress of his throat and slipped a couple of ice chips into his mouth. Sam took them in gratefully and worked the liquid around his throat before trying again, "Dean."
"Is that the young man you were brought in with?" Sam nodded but quickly realized what a stupid idea that was. His head was pounding. "Is he your brother?"
"Yes." He still sounded like he had been chewing glass but at least the word was understandable.
"Your father asked to see you once you woke up, do you think you are up to that?" Well that was off topic. Sam was tempted to decline but his father might know something about Dean so slowly he nodded his head again, despite the raging headache slamming around inside his skull.
The nurse had barely stepped past the threshold when John Winchester had burst into the room. He looked like hell. There were dark smudges under his eyes and lines of worry adding years to his face, his clothes were rumpled and slept in, and a couple days' worth of beard had grown on his face.
"Sam! How you feeling buddy?" John questioned as he crossed the room and came to a standstill at Sam's bedside. He twisted a couple of fingers into Sam's thick hair, careful of the bandage wrapped around his temple, and rubbed gently, almost easing some of the headache.
"My head is pounding." John looked back to the nurse and she moved forward pressing a button by the IV and a warm rush soon flooded Sam's veins.
"Well you got a nasty bump on the head bud. You got a concussion and pinched a couple of nerves in your back. You should heal fine though, you've just got to rest." The way his Dad was smiling made Sam nervous. That was his 'please don't ask me smile', Sam couldn't comply.
"How's Dean?" John's smile faltered and his eyes fell down to Sam's chest, trying not to look him in the face.
"Dean was a little worse off bud." His voice was gentle, Sam wasn't sure if that was for his benefit or for his dad's. "When the car rolled Dean….he uhh…. He got partially caught between the steering wheel and doorframe. His chest….uhhh…his ribcage and sternum….were uhhh….kind of crushed. There was a lot of internal…..um bleeding. His head also got a pretty good hit and …they had to put….uhhh out him in a….a coma."
Coma
That's what Sam heard.
Coma
That meant Dean might not wake up. That meant the last thing that Sam would have ever said to his brother was I hate you. This was a dream. This had to be another nightmare, it couldn't be real.
Coma
Dean was a superhero, he was always supposed to be okay. He was supposed to save the world and be home in time to make Sam half a peanut butter sandwich. He was supposed to take all of Sam's harsh words and know he didn't mean them. He was supposed to be around for the apology.
Coma
"He is going to wake up right?"
"Your brother is tough."
"That's not an answer."
"I don't know son." He could hear the tears in his father's voice but he didn't dare to look up, it was hard enough to keep the tears in his own eyes from overflowing.