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Chapter 3: In my Time of Dying Part 3

"So what do you think you're going to do?" I asked Sam as he started pacing the room.

"I felt him." Sam said suddenly. "I think I felt you too."

I looked at him confused. "What do you mean you felt us?" I asked him.

"I mean, it felt like…like you and Dean. Like you guys were there, just out of eyeshot or something. I don't know if it's my psychic thing or what."

It felt like my molecules were being shattered into a million pieces and for a minute I could feel everything that had to do with Sam.

I nodded. "Okay, so you felt us. Which means we were spirits right?"

"Do you remember anything?" Sam asked, coming to sit down on the bed.

I shrugged and ran a hand through my hair. "Little things. I um, I remember you and John were fighting and Dean knocked a glass over." I scrunched my eyebrows trying to think back into what I thought was a dream. "Honestly, that's all I remember. Sorry, that doesn't exactly help."

Sam looked like he was deep in thought. He got up from the bed and went towards the door. "Wait where are you going?" I asked him.

"I'll be back, I need to pick somethin up."

"Don't leave me here." I said, trying to pull him back in the room. "Please? You know how I hate hospitals."

He nodded hesitantly and I knew the question of 'Don't you want to stay with Dean' was burning in the back of his throat. He didn't ask it though and motioned to the hallway. "I'll see if they can discharge you after the Doctor checks you out."

"Thanks." I said, sitting up in bed.

After the doctor checked my breathing and my back he said I was free to go as long as I took it easy and didn't strain myself. I took the painkillers and Sam brought me clothes from a duffel bag he'd been keeping with him.

He put an arm around my waist and helped me up off the bed. "The doctor said no straining so I'm guessing I can't run the Olympic Mile or anything."

Sam chuckled, adjusting the duffel over his shoulder. "Yeah, I don't recommend it."

We passed Dean's room as we headed towards the entrance of the Hospital. I hesitated as I looked into the room. My heart broke as I saw Dean's body just lying there, tubes attached and IV dripping. His heart was beating slowly and one of the machines was breathing for him.

I shook my head slowly as tears came down my face. "I never should have left him." I said quietly.

Sam came around the front of me and grabbed my shoulders. "What?" He asked gently and I shook my head.

"Nothing, come on, let's just get out of here."

Sam nodded and squeezed my shoulders and I could have swore I felt something stroke against my face as we walked past his room.

But I chalked it up to an over productive imagination.

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"So what exactly are we doing here?" I asked Sam as we pulled up to a Magic Store. "How'd you even find this place?"

"I noticed it wasn't too far from the hospital when I went to go see Bobby."

"And I'm guessing he's the one who let you borrow this ghetto ride?" I asked entertained as I got out and looked at the beaten down van.

He smiled. "I'm lucky he had anything at all."

I closed the van door and stretched, trying to see if my injures were irritated by it. I seemed to be alright and adjusted my shirt as Sam rounded the van. "You went to go see Bobby for the list huh?"

He nodded and looked at me slightly confused. "You heard that?"

He held the Magic Store door open for me and I smiled in thanks. "Yeah, I was in the hallway when you dropped it."

"So you were the one I felt."

I chuckled. "You really can confuse me and Dean that easily? Do I need to explain the differences between males and females to you again?"

He smirked and looked at me entertained as we browsed the aisles of various magic stuff. "Not what I meant but thanks. I mean, I thought it was you because you smell like Lavender."

"Dean always told me I smelled like Jasmine."

Sam laughed. "This is coming from the person who doesn't know the difference between Fruit Loops and Cheerios."

I giggled and followed Sam down one of the aisles. There was everything from two sided coins to bunnies already placed in hats. "How's the Impala?" I asked quietly.

"Totally trashed. Dean's gonna be pissed." Sam answered just as softly. It seemed like it took him a lot of effort just to tell me that.

"But Bobby is salvaging the parts right? So Dean can fix it when he gets better?" That question was in vain but Sam didn't seem to notice. He seemed to be on the same thinking track as me.

"Yeah."

I felt bad that I had even brought it up. "Sam, did I ask what we were getting here?"

He nodded. "Several times." He answered, looking in the row of 'Magic Board Games' for something specific. He finally found what he was looking for and pulled it out from the others.

He showed it to me and I looked at him amused. "Oh, Dean is so not going to be as amused as I am."

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We headed back to the hospital and back to Dean's room with the board we had picked up from the Magic Store. It took me a minute to enter the room without breaking into tears or freaking out in general. I finally just went straight in and closed the door.

Sam approached Dean and looked at him sadly. "Hey. I think maybe you're around, and if you are…don't make fun of me for this, but, um…there's one way we can talk."

He took out a Ouija Board from the bag and I could literally picture Dean laughing. "He's gonna feel like he's at a slumber party."

The comment sounded weird coming from me and I shrugged off the feeling that it hadn't been what I really wanted to say. Sam glared at me as he sat cross legged on the floor and laid the board out. He placed his fingers on the one side of the planchette and waited.

"Dean are you there?" He asked.

I had this over whelming feeling all of a sudden and I could have swore it was Dean I was feeling. What was he overwhelmed about? Sam suddenly laughed out in a relieved tone.

I looked over his shoulder to see the pointer had moved to yes. "Man, it's good to hear from you."

I smiled half heartedly as I sat on the floor, waiting for Sam to ask another question and for Dean to answer.

Suddenly the planchette started moving again to certain letters. H…U…N… "Dean, what? What you're hunting –- do you know what it is?"

"One question at a time, Sam." I said quietly, watching the empty space where Dean supposedly was.

"What is it?" I asked Dean. "That thing that was attacking that woman."

The planchette seemed to hesitate and then went to other letters. R…E…A…P I looked up to Sam. "Reaper."

Sam gave me a gravely look and then asked Dean. "Dean? Is it after you?"

Yes.

I stood up from the floor, running a hand over my face. I shook my head no and sat in the chair next to Dean's bed. "If it's here naturally…there's no way to stop it." I said softly, grabbing Dean's hand and squeezing it.

I could tell Sam's hand was over his mouth as he spoke. "No…no, no, no. There's gotta be a way. There's gotta be a way. Dad'll know what to do."

Sam got up and went out of the room and I just sat there and held Dean's hand. I ran one of my hands over his face and through his hair.

"Come on baby, you have to fight this." I said, my throat closing with tears. "You have to."

I laid my head down on the side of the bed and took deep breaths to calm myself. I led myself to believe as I was falling asleep that the wind from the ceiling fan moving through my hair was Dean's hand.

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Sam woke me up about ten minutes later, coming back into the room with his dad's journal.

I sat back in the chair and rubbed my eyes for a moment. "What did John say?" I asked him.

He sat across from me on the bed. "He wasn't in his room."

I looked at him confused. "Well, where is he?"

He shrugged his shoulder and ran a hand through his hair as he opened the journal. "I don't know."

I just nodded. I had a feeling he knew where he was but didn't want to get into it. I prayed to God that John wasn't summoning that demon somewhere.

"What are you doing?"

"I got my Dad's journal, so who knows? Maybe there's somethin' in here."

"Want some help?" I asked him and he offered me a small smile.

"Yeah, thanks."

I sat next to him on the bed and leaned against his shoulder as I looked over the pages with him. I tried to run over millions of possibilities in my head that could help Dean but all were turning out to be dead ends. You couldn't kill death. Wasn't that what Dean had told us once before? You couldn't kill death and you couldn't play God.

We must have sat there for an hour or so before we finished all the pages in John's journal.

"Nothing. Not one hoodoo priest that can fight off a reaper."

"And we can't use black magic." It wasn't a question. Just a hopeful statement.

I shook my head no in agreement. "No, we can't. That's like making a deal with Devil. You can't do that." With demonic deals you offered your soul and Dean would kill us if we resorted to that. "There's nothing else we can do." I said, my voice breaking.

Sam pulled me into a hug and I clung onto his jacket, burying my face in his shoulder. He stroked my back and I prayed to God that he didn't try and rock me like Dean did or I wouldn't be able to keep myself together.

I didn't completely understand what happened next but Dean suddenly jerked up in his bed, gagging on the breathing tube down his throat. Sam and I jumped up from the bed, not entirely sure what sick joke was being played on us. Finally, we realized that Dean was actually awake and Sam stuck his head out the door to call for help.

I didn't know why Dean waking up didn't fill me with relief instead of worry. I was too preoccupied with trying to figure out who answered my prayers. God or The Devil.

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After taking the breathing tube out the Doctor let us back into the room to see him. I stood back from literally pouncing on him as the doctor looked over him one more time.

"I can't explain it. The edema's vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You've got some kind of angel watchin' over you." The doctor said smiling wildly and kind of in awe.

"Thanks, Doc." Dean said and it felt so good to hear his voice again.

The doctor left and Dean smiled at me. I grinned and jumped onto his bed and he chuckled pulling me into a strong hug. I squeezed him as tightly as I could and his hands stroked the skin around my waist. I could tell he was burying his face in my shoulder and closing his eyes to take in the scent of me.

"Andy, you smell like elastic gloves." He said as I pulled away.

I giggled, even though it sounded teary. "And you smell like Lemon Cleaner and elastic gloves. We all have our problems I guess."

He smiled, pulling my face towards him. He kissed me gently and I could tell he wanted it to be more passionate and loving but it would have gotten too heated and Sam in the room. I leaned against him as he put an arm around my waist.

"So what the hell happened?" He asked Sam and me.

"You don't remember anything?" I asked. He shook his head no and looked at Sam.

"A reaper was after you." Sam answered, sitting on the foot of the bed.

"How'd I ditch it?"

"You got me. Dean, you really don't remember anything?"

Dean shook his head. "No. Except this pit in my stomach." He looked at me worriedly. "Something's wrong."

I ran a hand through his hair and kissed the side of his head as John came in the room. It felt like I hadn't seen him in years.

"How you feelin', dude?" John asked and then smiled at me. "Andy, you look great… considering. I'm sorry I didn't come to see you after you woke up."

"It's okay, I was out of the bed as quickly as I could. Me and hospitals don't mix." I said and continued to stroke the back of Dean's neck.

"Where were you last night?" Sam asked.

John shifted on his feet. "I had some things to take care of."

"Well, that's specific." Sam said with a roll of his eyes.

"Come on, Sam." I said quietly. Dean didn't need this. He just woke up from this nightmare and things were finally starting to piece back together.

"Did you go after the demon?" Sam continued anyways, ignoring me.

"No." He said softly. Something was wrong. You could tell by looking into his eyes. "Can we not fight? You know, half the time we're fightin', I don't know what we're fightin' about. We're just buttin' heads. Sammy I just don't wanna fight anymore, okay?"

Sam looked at him confused. "Dad, are you all right?"

John sighed. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm just tired." He didn't lie as good as he thought he did, but I kept that to myself.

"Hey, would you guys mind getting me some coffee?" He looked at me and Sam and I nodded.

"Yeah, sure." I stood up from the bed and Dean squeezed my hand. I smiled and kissed his head. "You want anything?"

"Other than to get out of here and take a shower with you?" He smiled. "No, I'm good."

I nodded and looked at Sam as we headed out the door. I tried to ignore the screaming voice in my head that said, 'Why does it take two people to go get one coffee?'

"You think he's okay?" I asked Sam as we headed to the coffee machine.

Sam shrugged. "I'm sure he's fine. Just being John."

"He seemed really upset." I said thinking back to the room.

Sam handed me the cup of coffee and shrugged again. I knew he was pissed about the whole demon list thing but come on, wasn't he at least a little worried about his dad?

I sighed and shook my head following him back to Dean's room. As we passed the room that used to be mine I paused, almost dropping the coffee.

"Sam."

Sam came up next to me and looked in the room. I had to be seeing things right? Sam wouldn't see John unmoving and collapsed against the floor right? it was all in my head? Some twisted and sick hallucination from too much hospital air?

"Dad?"

I dropped the coffee on the floor and it splattered everywhere. I turned down the hall and screamed for help as Sam went into the room and tried waking his father up. Dean had heard the commotion and gotten up from his bed and came out into the hallway as the doctors and nurses pulled John up from the floor and set him in the bed. They started hooking him up to monitors and other several machines that I was fairly positive wouldn't help any.

One of them began CPR and I tried to ignore the cracking noise John's ribs made. I held onto Dean as we all watched intently. I knew all of us were praying.

A nurse tried to approach us and shoo us away. Dean shook his head angrily. "No, no, no, it's our dad. It's our dad!" He kept repeating it until she left us alone.

"Okay, let's try again –- an amp of atropine." One of the doctors said.

"Come on." Dean prayed.

"Okay. Stop compression."

"Still no pulse." The nurse responded as John flat lined.

The doctor looked at us sadly as both of the Winchesters had tears down their face. "Okay, that's it, everybody. I'll call it. Time of death –- 10:41 AM."

God wasn't the one answering our prayers today.

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