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Hey, sorry about all the medical stuff. It is totally made up. My internet is not working I can't

change it or look it up. I am going on what I've seen in movies and tv.

Chapter 14

"He's crashing!"

The sleepy silence of ward was broken. Two nurses and two Doctors came running from their

respective places in the room. One ran to get a crash cart. The various wives, siblings and

children of the patients looked up from their various bedsides.

Dean watched, wide eyed. Sammy! He struggled to get up. The painkiller was wearing off. He

had more control of his limbs. With this control, the pain of his injuries caught up with him. It was

excrutiating. It was white hot agony. Dean was forced to lie still. To fight for control of his own

body. The sound of the alarm rung in his ears. "Sammy." He grunted.

Dean closed his eyes. He could not watch. He lay, terrified, despite the pain. Dean heard every

sound, cruelly magnified in his ears.

"Starting CPR!" He heard someone shout. The voice was male. He sounded decisive and in

control. Dean was envious of his control. It was his brother dying. It was his little brother. Not the

owner of that voice. He should be helping Sammy. It was his job. It was his responsibility.

"Clear!" Dean heard the thud of a body flopping back onto the bed. It was sickening to Dean. He

had seen enough hospital drama crap on television to know what was going on. Despite this, he

opened his eyes.

John was at the end of Deans bed. He assumed that he had been pushed from Sammys side.

John gripped the metal on the edge of the bed. His knuckles were white. He teeth were gritted.

He was panting. His eyes were glued to the action on the bed. He did not notice Deans desperate

glance. His thoughts were concerned with his youngest.

Deans eyes widened at the sight of his brother. Sam did not look like Deans little brother. He

looked like a ghost. There was no life in his face. There was nothing that made Sam, Deans little

brother. It was as if everything that made Sammy Sammy was gone. The thought terrified Dean.

Dean got a good look at, what he assumed was, the owner of the voice. Dean assessed him. He

looks strong. He looks like he knows what he is doing. You better save my brother. He urged the

mans back. The man continued to pound Sams chest, trying to force oxygen into his lungs.

Please Save him.

FLASHBACK.

Dean was alone in the Impala. He watched the apartment he assumed belonged to Sam. The

lights were out. They had been out for a good hour or so, Dean judged. He drummed his fingers

on the steering wheel. He frowned. The Impala was silent. He had not bothered to turn on the

radio.

"Suck it up." He told his reflection in the mirror.

Since he had rolled into town earlier that day and after he had eventually found the apartment,

Dean had been watching his brother all night. At first, he was slightly amused that Sam had not

noticed him. He did not even look in his direction once. The kid was a little rusty, he judged. After

two years, it had been heartening to see his brother. Sam seemed to enjoy playing Joe-

Normal. Dean did not realize how much he missed his brother. All his self-assurances that he

could survive on his own disappeared. He was finally within 100 miles of his brother again. It felt

good. He was also a little dismayed. Sammy did not seem to hold the same issues. He seemed

happy living without his brother. He had made a few friends. Dean had watched as he had

stopped to talk to several different people. He had watched, slightly impressed, as Sam returned

to the apartment with a chick that was way out of his league. His brother seemed to be have a

good life here. He had grown. He seemed less like the child he had grown up with. Sam was an

adult, he reminded himself. He did not need Dean to protect him from

this. He had proved that he did not need Dean when he walked out on their family two years

previously. Dean was still hurt by Sams choice. Sam had chosen safety and normality over him.

"Do you really want to drag him back into this crap? He is happy." He asked his reflection.

"Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness." He told himself again. Dean laughed and shook

his head.

Taking the keys out of the ignition, he sighed. "It is his dad too." Dean reasoned. He got out of the

car. "What is the worst that could happen?" He reasoned.

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"Again!"

Please. Dean begged. Do not die. Not yet.

The doctor shook his head. "Again," he ordered.

Not now. Please God. I will do anything,

The doctor shook his head. "Come on Kid." He muttered to himself.

Dean began to cry. No. No.No.

"Call it." The doctor ordered sadly.

"NO!"

"Sammy?!" John fell to his knees. He began to shake his head.

"No...Noo.noo.nooo."

The relatives already turned their heads away respectfully. The scene before them was their own

worst nightmare.

"Time of de-"

Unbelievably Sam Winchesters heart machine began to bleep, cutting off the final words of the

doctor. Dean looked at his brother, proudly. The young man was not ready to die tonight.