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Sam drove as fast as he could to the hospital, praying to God that Dean would be alright. When they arrived, he picked Dean back up in his arms and rushed into the hospital. The nurses immediately saw the unconscious body and helped him onto a gurney, rushing him to the emergency room. While Sam explained a rough version of what happened to his brother to the nurse, May took the kids up to the receptionist, asking her to call 911.
The police arrived about fifteen minutes later, taking the kids in custody. In that fifteen minutes, Sam and May had worked out their cover story. Before the police could question them, Sam and May were standing at the receptionist's desk.
"Sir, I'm so sorry to ask. There doesn't seem to be any insurance on file." The reception said to Sam.
"Right. Uh, okay." Sam nodded, before digging through his wallet, removing a card and handing it to the woman.
"Okay, Mr. Burkovitz." She said, glancing at the card. She smiled at the two of them and let them know that was all she needed.
They spotted two police officers, and walked over to them.
"Look, we can finish this up later." One of the officers suggested, and the other nodded with him in agreement. Sam shook his head, "No, no, it's okay." He said.
"We were just taking a shortcut through the neighborhood. And, um, the windows were rolled down, we heard some screaming when we drove past the house, and we stopped. Ran in." Sam explained, following the story he and May had created.
"And you found the kids in the basement?" The second police officer asked.
"Yeah." May answered him. The officers smiled, "Well, thank God you did." the first one said. They shook hands with May and Sam, thanking them, before walking off. They were going to take the children back to their parents.
Seeing Dean's Doctor walk down the hall, May rushed up to him.
"Is he alright?" She asked him, her worry growing when she saw the doctor looked troubled.
"He's awake…" The doctor said, trailing off
"And?" Sam asked, walking up to the two of them. He sensed bad news.
"The electrocution triggered a heart attack. Pretty massive, I'm afraid. His heart...it's damaged." May didn't even try to keep it in this time, the tears began to flow. So many in tears in one day.
"How damaged?" Sam asked, just as worried as May was. She clenched her fists, hoping that Dean would live, that somehow he would get through this alive.
"We've done all we can. We can try to keep him comfortable at this point. But, I'd give him a couple of weeks, at most, maybe a month." Sam was the only thing keeping her from falling to her knees, with his arm wrapped around her, holding her upright. She buried her face into his shoulder, her arms wrapping around his body as she weeped.
"No, no. There's, there's...gotta be something you can do, some kind of treatment." Sam replied, his tone filled in disbelief. The expression on the Doctor's face said it all.
"We can't work miracles. I really am sorry." He said, before walking away. Sad and livid that there was nothing the doctors could do to help his brother, Sam wrapped his arms around May, pulling her even closer into a hug. It wasn't romantic to either of them. It was comforting.
Sam told May to go into the room first, that he was going to call his father, leave a voicemail and try to get in contact with some of his father's friends, see if they knew of anyways they could help Dean. She was grateful. To think that just a few hours ago she wouldn't even speak to him; now she craved to be alone with him and just talk. Just be with him.
She opened the door quietly, even though the doctor had told them that he was awake. Dean was flicking through the channels on a small tv, his finger hitting the same button to change the channel. When he heard the door open, he looked over to see who it was. He was pleasantly surprised when he saw it was May. He thought it would be the doctor again, or Sam. Though he wouldn't mind seeing Sam, May was the one he wanted right now.
"We talked to the doctor." She said, referring to Sam and herself, closing the door behind her. She bit her lip, trying to keep from rushing over and hugging him.
"Yeah, well, looks like you're gonna leave town without me." Dean replied, turning the tv off with a press of a button.
"What are you talking about?" May asked, shaking her head, "We're not leaving you here." She frowned.
"Hey, you better make sure Sam takes care of that car. Or, I swear, I'll haunt his ass." Dean remarked, completely serious. It hurt her even more to see how well he was taking this. It was like he didn't even care that he was dying, that he would be leaving Sam and May all alone.
"I don't think that's funny." May trembled, her eyes filling with tears again. She wanted to hit him, and at the same time, she wanted to hug him. She didn't know which to do, so she remained standing at the door, fiddling her fingers and holding back her tears.
"Oh, come on, it's a little funny." Dean grinned. He then noticed her red eyes and puffy cheeks, and immediately became solemn. He pats the spot next to his bed, motioning for her to come sit near her. She sits on the hospital bed, right at his side, and he looks her in the eye, seeing the tears that were about to fall. He wanted to kick himself. Twice now he had made her cry. He never wanted to do that.
"I'll be fine." Dean told her. He knew he was lying, but he had to do something make her feel better. A hand came to cup her cheek, and she leant into his touch. She smiles ever so slightly at the motion.
"I don't believe you." She quakes, her voice croaked. Her eyes close, her hand raising to rest atop of his hand that caressed her cheek. He had never seen her look so sad, so horribly broken. To think that he had caused this. It was his fault she was sad. It was his fault he was on this damn hospital bed.
Their bodies are so close. Their faces even closer. She could feel his cool breath against her skin, and she realized how much she missed this. They had only been broken up for two days, but God how she had missed him. His loving eyes, his careful touch, his soothing presence. She missed it all, and it wouldn't be much longer until she lost it again.
He pressed his lips gently on to hers, taking pleasure when she kissed him back. He missed her too. The feel of her proximity, her tantalizing lips, her soft skin… he missed everything about her. He pulled her on top of him, deepening their kiss. He pried her lips open with his tongue, pushing it into her mouth. She didn't even bother to keep him out. It just felt so right, being with him. Their minds went blank, focusing only on the kiss they shared. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it might burst. Her hand came up to lay on his chest, covered in a black shirt, right above his heart. She could feel the fast beating of his own heart, and smiled into the kiss.
Every gasp of breath only left them wanting more. He would breath in her scent, a mix of roses and rain, and become tantalized, tempted for more of her. His hands gently graced up her back, and she could feel the teasing warmth of his fingertips through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her hand found its way to his short, brown coffee hair, tangling her fingers in it and pulling him even closer.
His lips left hers, and they began to trail down the skin of her neck. She moaned his name in a whisper as he bit down on the skin, sucking on it. Her ivory skin turned bright where he sucked, his teeth punctured into her skin, small drips of blood falling, leaving a mark he was sure would last. It would leave a scar. She would always be his, even after death. As soon as he removed his mouth from her neck, she pulled him back up to her, planting her lips back onto his. Their lips moved against one another perfectly, and it just felt right. Eventually, they pulled away for breath.
"We need to talk… about us." Dean mumbled, pressing his forehead to hers. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly.
"There's nothing to talk about." She responded.
"May," Dean sighed, but she interrupted him, "There's nothing to talk about, because I've already forgiven you." She smiled, planting another light kiss on his lips, leaving him wanting more.
"Too bad you had to forgive me when I'm gonna die so soon." Dean joked with a chuckle. May didn't find it very funny, as water began to well up in her eyes once more. Seeing this, Dean sighed again, pressing his hand back against her cheek and pulling her in for another kiss, melding their lips together, stopping her from crying. He didn't mean to make her cry. He was trying to lighten things up. Clearly it had the wrong effect.
Their kiss grew deeper, his arms wrapping around her thin waist, adjusting her so she was sitting on his lap, her legs on both sides of his hips. Her hands made their way back to his chest, resting lightly on the black fabric of his shirt. She moaned softly into the kiss, leaning deeper into it. Neither of them noticed the door open.
Sam faked a cough to let the two lovebirds know he was in the room. May, embarrassed, began to pull away from the kiss, but a hand on the back of her head forced her back into it. Dean held up a finger, still kissing May, telling Sam to give him a minute. Sam stood in the corner of the room awkwardly, trying to look anywhere but at the couple making out in front of him. A few moments passed, and they finally pulled apart, their breathing heavy. Happy and content, their rested their foreheads against one another's, enjoying the moment as they both smiled softly.
Sam coughs again to catch their attention, and this time, they both look over to him. May returns to sitting next to Dean, but he still has his hand on hers, comforting the both of them.
"I was talking to dad's old contacts, asking about anything that might help you." Sam said, once he had their attention, "A man named Joshua told me about a guy in Nebraska. A specialist. He might be able to help Dean." Hearing this, May stood up from the bed, already grabbing Dean's clothes handing them to him.
"Then we need to go soon." She said, before looking back at Dean, "Get dressed so we can get moving." She demanded. Dean grinned, watching her and Sam leave the room. He loved it when she bossed him around.
Heavy make out scene, yeah? I had a blast writing that.
Also, please know that if a guy ever cheats on you, you should really NOT take him back as easily as May did. I don't care if you're dating Jensen Ackles, if he cheats on you, dumb his ass and make him feel horrible about it.
And there is chapter four! Reviews would be great, and thanks!