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Chapter 33
Dean was dying and John knew it. He knew, even with his foot to the floor, that he would not make it in time. Dean was laying in the back seat, his feet trailing on the floor, and had not moved since John had lifted him there a while ago. Even over the roar of the engine all he could hear was his struggle for breath.
Had he done the right thing? He wondered for the millionth time. Dean was in danger and he was doing what he thought was right. But he was in pain. He heard it in every breath his son took.
"FUCK!" He cursed, slowing down and swinging his car to the side of the road. He turned off the engine and stared out into the darkness. "Damn, damn, damn!" He pounded on the steering wheel.
He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. A car passed, its headlights blinding him temporarily and John slowly opened Deans door. And there he was. John knelt down beside him, kissing Dean gently on the head. His hair was soaking.
The curse, or whatever it was that had befallen him, was working a number on Dean. His face was slick with sweat (making his face almost shine in the darkness), his eyes were closed and his mouth continuously moving. His face was like stone. And he seemed to have shrunk and, to John, looked a lot like a little boy again.
"My boy. Son, please. Please fight. You cannot die. I know you are in pain but please. I'm begging you."
John sighed, looked to the ground, took a shaky breath and continued, "I don't know what to say to you Dean. I know, that on some level, you can hear me and it kills me that I can't think of anything to comfort you. I'm your dad and I can't even think of a few simple words."
John stopped, wiped his eyes and continued, "But that is my issue. That's something I have to work on. All I can say is, I know that you are far gone and I know you are probably scared. Hang on kid. Hang on for me. Hang on for Sam. You're my boy."
John Winchester stopped talking and did something he had not done in a long time. He prayed to his wife, the beautiful Mary. Prayed for the life of his son. And for the survival of his family.
It was to be a very long night.