Chapter 5

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Dean left the office and headed solemnly back to the waiting room. This was infuriating; Sam was dying, the fucking doctor told him that Sam was dying! Dammit! He couldn't even see the kid right now, because the nurses had to get Sam settled down in the CCU. Getting back to the waiting room, he saw Bobby sitting in the plastic chair before him. When the older man spotted him, he jumped up and jogged over to him.

"Dean-"

But instead of stopping, Dean ignored Bobby and stalked right past him, his jaw grinding in anger. Bringing back his clenched fist, Dean swung it forwards into the ugly beige wall. He didn't even care if he scared the other patients in the room, dented the wall, or broke the skin over his knuckles. He. Did. Not. Care.

"Dean, boy, what's the matter with ya?"

Dean grabbed his spiky hair in his fists and fell gradually to his knees. His water supply had completely replenished itself and more tears ran down his puffy cheeks. This was his entire fault; Sam was practically dead, because of him.

"Dean, what's wrong?" Asked Bobby, worried about the way Dean was acting. He bent down and placed a gentle hand on the kid's back while waiting for an answer.

"He's not gonna make it, Bobby. Doc said Sam's not gonna make it through tonight."

Bobby stood up angrily. "The hell he ain't!"

"Huh?"

"Sam's not going to stop fighting, Dean; you know how stubborn he can be. He loves you and he'll keep hanging on, because he knows if he doesn't you'd kick his ass."

Dean chuckled faintly, "Yeah I would." He sighed and wiped the tears from his face harshly. Standing up with the help of Bobby as he cradled his throbbing hand, Dean looked at the older man and smiled.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it, and you better hope to god you don't get sued for that ding in the wall."

"Huh, me too."

Suddenly, a hot looking brunette nurse came over to them with a flashing white smile. Normally, Dean would try and hit on her and then maybe take her back to the hotel room or her place. Normally, Sam would roll his eyes and put on his best 'bitch' face when Dean did this. Dean would shake his head, say that he's just jealous and then leave with the girl. But this wasn't 'normally.' Nothing was normal since the day their mother died.

"Are you two here for Sam Tucker?"

"Yes we are. Are we able to see him now?" Asked Bobby kindly.

The brunette smiled and motioned for them to follow her down the hall. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as the three sauntered down the hallways of the hospital, every step making Dean sweat even more. He was nervous and fearful of what he would see. The way the doctor named off all those horrible injuries just made it sound…well sound horrifying. He felt cold and sick to his stomach; Sam was fading and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. He absolutely hated himself right now; everything was his giant screw-up.

When they reached the room Sam was currently occupying, the nurse let Dean and Bobby go ahead of her.

"Now, before you go in there, I must warn you; he's extremely weak and fragile, so be gentle. If anything goes wrong, press the button above his bed, okay?"

"Thanks darlin'" Bobby smiled as the nurse opened the door. At first Dean didn't step in; Bobby didn't even think Dean knew the door was open. He caught the kid staring up at Sam's name plate next to the door. Dean looked up at the name plate bleakly. God! His name never would have been up there if-

"Dean!" Bobby shouted, shaking Dean's shoulder.

"What?"

"Aren'tcha going in?"

Dean looked at the open door and blinked. "Oh…yeah." He stepped inside the room, but immediately, as he took in his brother's condition, his knees started to go weak and he began his speedy decent to the cold, sterilized floor.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy Dean," said Bobby as he caught the younger man under the arms. "You're okay."

Bobby lifted Dean back onto his feet and dragged him onto the nearest chair.

"Hey Dean, can you hear me, kid?"

Dean was pale as a ghost and his whole body was quaking violently. He almost felt like puking, but he swallowed it back down. It was bad enough Sam was stuck in this damn place; he didn't need to be trapped here also.

"Dean?"

"I-I need some air." Dean stood up, wobbled a bit, but regained his balance and hastily left the room.

Bobby sighed; that kid was broken.

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Dean sat outside on a nearby bench, his head in his trembling hands. The storm had cleared up and the air smelled like rain. It was so stupid how the weather wasn't matching with his emotions. The gods got it right the first time when he was holding Sam, but now it was calm and happy. Nothing about how he was feeling was calm or happy.

Dean thought back on how Sam looked; Sam should never have to look that way! He wished that he could take it all back, that he never wished his brother dead, that he never punched Sam in the face, or had the fight, that he never drove Sam to the brink in the first place. He wanted so desperately to restart this whole day, let alone this whole month, but he knew it could never be undone. What was said was said, and what was done was done. Unless…unless he sold his soul again, but Sam would be pissed that Dean had done that to himself…again, for his account. Not to mention Bobby would, no doubt, strangle him.

Dean sighed and looked up into the starry night. He never usually prayed, but he'd do it…for Sam.

"Please, I'm begging you, don't take him…please. He's the only one I got; he's the only one I live for. I made a mistake the last time, selling my soul, because that meant I had to leave Sam, but at least it brought him back. J-Just give him another chance, give me other chance." Dean cleared his dry throat and rubbed his eyes again. He placed his head down again, running a hand through his hair.

Suddenly, without warning, he felt someone tap his shoulder and clear their throat.

"Excuse me."

Dean jumped and brought his head up quickly. In front of him stood two police officers, looking at him curiously.

"Are you Dean Tucker?" One policeman, that looked to be in his 20's, asked.

"Who wants to know? Is there some sort of problem?" Sneered Dean.

"We're here on behalf of the automobile accident your brother, Sam, was involved in."

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Would it be alright if we speak to him?" One police officer with a dark brown beard asked him.

That question instantly made Dean go numb again. "He- he can't."

"I understand it must be hard for-"

"He can't, because he's not conscious; he's dying!"

"Oh…we're terribly sorry, it's just that his car was in the middle of the road, there were no trees, animals, or other cars in the area, so we're suspecting a hit and run."

"A-A hit and run? Have you found the bastard who did this?" Shouted Dean, shooting up angrily.

"That's why we came here to ask Sam but…" said the brown bearded officer.

Dean sat back down and rubbed the back of his neck. The thought of someone hitting Sam and not even bothering to call an ambulance, never mind even stop to see if he was okay, sickened him and made him want to get revenge. If Sam had been unable to get out of the car he would…he would be… Dean erased the thought from his mind and looked at the two men.

"We'll give you a call if we get any information," said the younger officer as he handed Dean a business card. "I assume you're going to be here, so if your brother gets better, give us a call."

Dean took the card and held it tightly. The young officer, known as Adam Priest, looked at the man sadly. He knew exactly what the kid was going through.

"Hey," he said.

Dean looked up at him quietly, his jaw clenching and relaxing.

"He'll get better; people have come back from worse. I-I almost lost my brother to a plane crash last year. Worst news of my life. My brother he's…he can be a pain in the ass, but I look out for him…I love him. Anyways, he survived, but doctors said he wouldn't live to see the next day. Today, he works in a high profile crime lab down in Quantico. He's greatly skilled and respected. Don't give up hope, alright?"

Dean sighed inwardly and smiled weakly, nodding. "Thanks."

Adam patted the man's shoulder before turning around and following his partner back to the cruiser. Priest's eyes started to sting at the memory he had brought up for the kid's sake. The day when he was minutes away from losing Mike had been, what he considered, hell week. It had been one of the worse weeks in his entire life. Sam's brother was going through some shitty stuff.

Dean watched the officers drive away and then released a huge breathe. He looked down at the card the younger officer gave him. Officer Adam Priest. The guy was deep, and he'd actually gotten through to him. He knew what he had to do; he need to pray and pray and most of all he needed to stay by Sam's side the whole way through.

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Dean walked down the hall quietly, dreading the sight he was going to come across in seconds. Finally, he reached Sam's room; the door was shut again, but he could still hear the faint sound of the machines keeping Sam alive.

Opening the door as quietly as he could, Dean stepped inside. He began to feel the familiar tingling in his legs, but he took a deep breath and shut the door. Bobby was sitting next to Sam with his hand on the kid's arm. When he heard the door click quietly, he looked up and as soon as he noticed Dean, he stood up and went over to him. Smiling sadly, he squeezed Dean's shoulder tightly before leaving Dean alone to have his time with Sam.

Dean went over and sat down in the chair Bobby had occupied seconds before while never taking his eyes off his brother. They wandered over Sam's prone body, counting the injuries he suffered. Dean stared at Sam's face emptily; it hardly even looked like his brother, he couldn't even recognize him. There were numerous multiple colored bruises scattered all over Sam's face, not to mention a few cuts on his cheeks and underneath his eye. Speaking of his eye, it was completely swollen, its purple hue standing out vividly against Sam's pale white face. His other eye, not being puffed-up, was sunken in with a black circle running underneath it. Dean's eyes moved a bit lower to Sam's nose, which was crooked, pink and purple. This kid was hardly recognizable anymore.

His observation moved farther down to Sam's slightly open mouth where the clear breathing tube was inserted down his throat. Surgical tape was placed gently among Sam's cheeks and mouth to keep the tube in place.

"Sammy, Dean said, his voice filled with sorrow and anguish. He wandered down to Sam's midriff where a thick beige bandage was wrapped tightly around Sam's body; it was, thankfully, covering the stitched up stab wound and mending the broken ribs. Sam's arms were also wrapped in bandages, but Dean knew if they weren't there he'd be looking at angry red skin and more bruises. His brother was going to be in a world of hurt when he woke up. He was going to wake up; Sam won't give up. Dean continued his evaluation, looking at the small wrap encasing Sam's left wrist, which was elevated on a pillow besides him.

The blood loss, Dean figured, had really taken a toll on Sam's health and appearance. His usually large frame seemed shrunken and easily breakable.

"So much for being a Sasquatch, huh Sammy?" Dean whispered, chuckling humorlessly. He carefully and slowly took Sam's hand in his, praying that he wouldn't break the kid with a single touch. He already did too much damage to his brother.

"Please get better, Sam or I'm gonna have to sell my soul again," Dean joked, but sobered up instantly.

Sam was still unresponsive, but Dean reckoned if Sam was awake, he'd start a huge dispute about how stupid and careless that would be.

"I'm gonna find out who did this to you, Sammy, I'm gonna rip 'em to pieces. I'm gonna kill the Sonofabitch who hurt you." Dean placed a hand on Sam's forehead, but wincing as he snatched it back, feeling the heat radiating off his brother. The infection was kicking in…fast.

"You stay alive, man, and I'll do whatever you want; I'll go wherever you want to go, you just gotta pull through this, alright? Just hang on, buddy."

Dean sat back in his chair, still gripping onto Sam's hand. He sighed loudly staring at his brother before flicking his examination towards the various wires and tubes that were sticking out of Sam and into the hundreds of machines next to the both of them. He swallowed fearfully; he really hoped this wasn't goodbye; that it wasn't his last night with Sam. Then one simple thought came to him: where the hell was Cas when you needed him?

TBC :)

Damn, that took forever to write! So I decided to put Cas in the story, because it would take a miracle for Sam to come back from this. Thanks for all the reviews and I'm starting to work on the next chapter right now! :)