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Chapter 2: In my time of Dying Part 2

I looked to Dean and kept any comments I had shooting through my head to myself. I couldn't be waking up while Dean was still dying, I couldn't just leave him here. But then again, I knew Dean and if he knew that I was getting better he'd send me right on my way no questions asked. He wouldn't let me stay here with him, especially since if I did I might not be able to get back into my body. I just kept hoping that all of this was a whacked out dream that I'd wake up from.

I glanced at Dean and he was staring at my body in the bed, still asleep but not for long. "I'm going to uh, take a walk." He said, heading out of the room before I responded.

I shook my head and let out a sigh. He knew. He knew I was going to have to leave him here all by himself. But maybe that was a good thing. When I woke up I could help Sam out or something. At least that's what I kept trying to tell myself. I turned to head after Dean when something zipped past my face. I literally had to jump back in the room to avoid it hitting me.

"What the hell…" I poked my head back out to look down the hall, wherever that thing had gone. It had been wearing long transparent robes and floating. It moved pretty fast too; damn near hit into me. I was pretty sure it was some type of spirit; I couldn't exactly pinpoint what kind without research.

I went out into the hall to try and find it when it rushed past me and into a room, almost sending me off balance and into the wall. I approached the room and saw a woman on the floor; she was gasping for air and shaking violently.

I kneeled down next to her, trying to touch her and trying to help. "Hey! I need some help in here!" I screamed. I stood up and looked out the doorway. "Hey! Anyone, help!" I didn't know why I was even bothering; the doctors didn't hear me obviously. The only one who heard me was Dean, who came shooting down the hallway after my yelling.

"Hey, what is it, you okay?" He asked me, out of breath and full of worry.

I pointed to the woman who was lying on her back and clutching her throat. "I can't….breathe!" She said painfully.

I pulled on Dean's shirt and he put an arm around me. There was nothing we could do but watch her helplessly.

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No one came for the girl. Twenty minutes later someone entered in the room to check the medical carts and nearly screamed at finding her. She was loaded onto a gurney and taken out of there. I knew there was nothing they could do as they hooked her up to a monitor to see her heartbeat; she'd been dead for some time.

"Andy, it's not your fault. We couldn't have done anything." Dean said, kneeling before me.

I was sitting against the wall in John's room, just looking at John and waiting for Sam to come back. "I know. But that spirit or whatever attacked that girl. We've got to tell Sam somehow. He has to get rid of it before someone else gets hurt."

He ran a hand down my hair and I leaned into his touch. "We'll figure it out."

I knew he was trying to be comforting, but he didn't sound so sure himself. Sam entered the room a few moments later, hauling a bag of items on John's bed. As Dean stood to talk to Sam that's when I remembered the list of stuff John had given him.

"Sammy, tell me you can freakin' hear me, man. There's somethin' in the hospital. Now you gotta bring us back and we've gotta hunt this thing." Dean told Sam but of course Sam didn't hear him. "Sam!" He yelled.

"You're quiet." John said to Sam as I stood up against the wall.

"That stuff from Bobby. You don't use it to ward off a demon, you use it to summon one." Sam said angrily at John. Dean's head shot to mine and my face screwed up in sympathy.

"Did you know about this?" He asked me.

"You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you, and having some stupid macho showdown!"

"I have a plan, Sam." John answered just as quietly.

"And when did you plan on letting me in on this information?" Dean asked me, angry.

"That's exactly my point! Dean and Andy are dying and you have a plan!" Sam screamed.

"I was going to tell you." I said quietly.

"Do not tell me how I feel. I am doing this for Dean and Andy." John bellowed.

I hadn't meant to keep that list from him like that. It just slipped my mind, that's all.

"How? How is revenge gonna help him? You're not thinkin' about anybody but yourself! It's the same selfish obsession!" Sam screamed, making my head hurt.

Suddenly, Dean wasn't paying attention to me anymore. He was tuned in to what John and Sam were yelling about. "Come on, guys, don't do this!" He begged them.

John spoke over him, obviously not hearing him at all. "Now, if you killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened!"

"It was possessing you, Sam would've killed you, too!" I yelled at John, Sam saying around the same thing.

"Yeah, and your brother would be awake right now!" John bellowed at Sam, making Sam grip his fists at his sides.

"Shut up, both of you!" Dean screamed. He lashed his hand out a table to knock a glass over and to mine and his surprise he did. He knocked the glass over and it shattered on the floor, spilling water everywhere. John and Sam went silent, staring at the glass on the floor. Dean looked at me. "Dude, I full-on Swayze'd that mother."

As John and Sam continued to stare at the glass and at each other in silence, thank God, Dean suddenly fell on his knees, gripping his side in pain. I rushed over to him, holding onto his shoulders.

"Dean, what is it?"

His body began to flicker, as if he wasn't even real or here. I backed up from him and stared for a minute, dumbfounded.

Doctors began running past the room and I looked at Sam in panic.

"Something's goin' on out there." John said to Sam and gestured for him to go check it out.

"What is it?" Dean asked, still in pain.

"I don't know, I'll go check it out."

I followed Sam outside and found him standing outside Dean's room. My heart started thudding in my chest. Oh no, this couldn't have been happening. I stood behind Sam, watching the doctors use the defibrillator on Dean, trying to find a pulse.

Sam stood there watching in tears and I wanted to be there to comfort him somehow. Granted, I felt tears coming to my own eyes as well.

"No." Sam said, sobbing and watching the doctors continue to shock Dean, finding no pulse.

I felt Dean come up behind me and I turned to look at him. He nodded at me slightly and stepped beside me to see his body being worked on. As I looked back I saw the transparent figure looming over Dean. Dean saw it too and ran into the room to grab it.

"You get the hell away from me. Stay back!" He screamed.

"No change. I'm starting CPR." The doctor said.

"I said, Get back!" Dean bellowed. His voice echoed throughout the room and as I stood next to Sam, it sounded like he heard him faintly. Dean lunged for the creature and grabbed the creature, it seemed to shock him and throw him up against the nearest wall.

"We have a pulse. We're back into sinus rhythm." The nurse announced and I smiled, relieved.

The spirit rushed out of the room, Dean following close behind. But as soon as we got back into the hallway the spirit was gone.

"What the hell was that?" I asked him.

"If I knew, I wouldn't be this freaked to hell." Dean answered me.

Sam came out into the hallway and we approached him as he did so. He just kept looking into Dean's room worried and relieved at the same time as Dean talked to him.

"Don't worry, Sammy. I'm not goin' anywhere. I'm gettin' that thing before it gets me. It's some kind of spirit, but I could grab it. And if I can grab it, I can kill it."

"You mean we, we can kill it." I corrected him. He shook his head no and walked past me. I went after him and grabbed his arm. "Hey."

"No, not we Andy. Just me, you're going back to your body."

The hell I was. I wasn't just going to leave him here all by himself. He wouldn't do it to me; wouldn't even think twice about it. So neither was I, whether he liked it or not.

I shook my head. "I'm not just going to leave you here to face this thing by yourself."

He scoffed. "Your body's getting better Andy, you can't stay here. If you wait too long you won't be able to go back."

Didn't he understand that I couldn't just leave him here like this? That if I left him he might not get better? "No, I'm not leaving you here to die alone."

"Yes you are." He said. His tone was suddenly very harsh and demanding. I winced from his voice and he looked at me apologetically. His voice was still very serious but he toned it down. It was now soft and I felt like I was still going to break from it. "Your dying is not going to be on my hands. You understand me?" He asked, getting closer and closer to me. His voice was shaking with emotion. "It's just not going to happen."

I shook my head, my eyes filling with tears. He pulled me close to him running his hands over my back. I buried my head into the crook of his shoulder and cried quietly. I didn't want to leave him. Didn't he understand that if I left him he might not wake up and I'd never see him again?

"I'm sorry baby." He said quietly. He stroked my hair and kissed my shoulder.

I closed my eyes as he pulled back from me. He ran his hand along my shoulder and kissed my tear track cheeks. "If you die…" I said shakily. "I'm so gonna kick your ass."

He smile and chuckled. "Again with the fixation with my ass." I tried laughing but it sounded like it was filled with tears. "Just go back to your room and relax okay? This'll all be a nightmare before you know it."

I nodded and kissed his lips gently as I turned around and headed back to my room. It was hard to relax when I knew what I was leaving behind but I eventually sat on the floor and took in deep breaths, just thinking about Dean.

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I jerked up in bed, breathing heavily. It took me a moment to think about where I was. Beeping monitors, the smell of elastic gloves, the bright glare of white. Of course, I had been having a nightmare. I was in a hospital. I tried to assess my injuries, which I'm sure weren't that bad since I didn't seem to be in much pain. Maybe that was just from the meds they were pumping through me. My back hurt a little and my throat was sore, but I'm guessing that was from the breathing tube I had had down my throat. I grimaced at the thought and cleared my throat, running my hands over it to soothe it.

"Sam!" I yelled out, praying to God he heard me before a nurse did. "Sam!!" I yelled again, making my voice sound raw and shaky.

I groaned trying to pull myself from the bed. I guess my legs and back weren't as good as I thought they were. I hoped I hadn't broken anything. Hunting down spirits and demons on crutches was not going to be a good thing.

A nurse came in through the doorway and tried helping me back into bed. "Miss, now you need to calm down. I'll get a doctor to come in and check on you."

I didn't want her touching me. "No, I'm fine, look can you just get my family in here? Please."

"No need to freak out, hunny." This was a forty year old something woman trying to use a fourteen year old phrase. And if she didn't stop with the pet names I was going to smack her. She was starting to pull at my IV and moving my back to get me back in bed. I grimaced in pain as she pushed on my back to get me back where I was.

"Sam!" I yelled as loud as I could.

Suddenly, Sam came rounded the corner and ran into the room. He smiled and looked at me relieved.

"Would you please get this nurse the hell off me." I grit out and she glared at me.

"I was just trying to help." She said hotly and took her hands off of me.

Sam smiled at her politely. "Thank you, can you just go get the doctor?" He asked her kindly.

She didn't smile back at Sam and she managed to glare one more time at me before making her way out the door.

"Do you always manage to piss off hospital staff?" He asked me and I shrugged, pointing to the door.

"She was man handling me!"

Sam smiled and enveloped me in a strong hug. I was comforted by the fact he smelled like vanilla and not like this damned hospital. I didn't care that he was making my back sting by the hug. I needed him right now, needed this strong hug around me. It was holding me together.

"You have no idea how worried I was." Sam said.

I rubbed my face against his chest. "You have no idea how these drugs gave me the most vivid dreams." I said pulling back from him.

He smiled slightly "Want to tell me how that is?"

I shook my head and leaned back against the pillow. "I'd rather not get into it. So where's Dean?"

His face fell instantly and he looked at his hands. "Dean's…not doing so well."

I just looked at my hands playing with the end of the bed sheet and Sam got up and pulled me into another hug. Looks like my dreams weren't so far fetched.