AN: Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! Christmas is almost here! Only 3 days left! I'm excited! X3 Anyways. I sorta figured out the next set of letter, they're still open for suggestions, ideas, or requests. This one came to me in a day dream. I was trying to plan out my next original book series to publish and this just randomly popped into my head. Also, someone asked if death fics were allowed. I'll allow them, this time. So stock up on tissues and ice cream! Also, I'm about to be busy the next few nights, so if you don't see an update, MERRY CHRISTMAS! And if you don't celebrate Christmas; Happy-Whatever-Holiday-You-Celebrate! Alright let's get going!
spnfanforlife-Oh my darling, it's going to get so much better as we go! And thank you!
Rafaela Amanda-I know. Dean was so angry with Sam and it made me sad. So I do my best to fix it :)
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TRIGGER AND TISSUE WARNING: SUICIDE ATTEMPT (If it bothers, you can skip this chapter. I understand fully!)
E-Eyes of Yours (Set season 4: After Siren! Minor AU! Dean's POV)
I sat back down in the chair and looked at my comatose little brother. Sam and I had a hunt with a siren. We said some things, but instead of getting over them like usual, we held onto the words and it lead to this. Sammy in the hospital, numerous tubes and wires sticking out of him, a ventilator breathing for him, and the worst part is he was in a coma which the doctors weren't very optimistic he'd wake up from.
I went to go to the bar to get drunk, but after doing some thinking, I wasn't the only one that was effected by the siren. So I thought I'd go back to the motel and give Sam a chance to explain everything. After all, I haven't been the best brother since I returned from Hell. I got back to the motel and I found Sammy on the bathroom floor passed out. I panicked and tried to wake him up but I couldn't. I checked for wounds and found none. I got him to the hospital and got quite a shock.
My Sammy, took an overdose of sleeping pills. My baby, tried to kill himself. Now he may never wake up or he could die. The overdose was bad and his vitals are pretty weak.
I looked at the monitors and saw his numbers went down again, and I whimpered. Fucking whimpered! I do not whimper! But I couldn't help it. Sammy was dying on me and it was my fault. Instead of talking to him like I should've, I let it get so bad, that my little brother decided to leave me. Forever.
I looked out the window and saw the sun had risen. I hadn't slept well since I got Sammy here a day ago. I don't want to sleep though. I'm afraid when I wake up, my baby will be gone. I scooted closer to the bed and held his hand gently.
"Good morning Sammy. The sun's up and it's a nice day. You should wake up and enjoy it with me." I tried to say with a smile. "Sammy please, wake up."
When he didn't respond, I hung my head and sniffled.
"Baby boy, please. Come home to me. I need you. I know I haven't been the best the brother since I got back. I know the siren made us say things that we shouldn't have. I'm sorry Sam, I'm so sorry. Please wake up." I said tearfully. "Do you remember that song, our one babysitter Melanie I think, she use to sing that song for us?"
I took a deep breath, and sang that song.
Baby you, have these eyes
That hold a light so bright
Who needs words, baby
They speak words themselves
Those eyes of yours
My eyes filled with tears, but I kept going.
Baby I, love those eyes
They sing a song
That needs no words, baby
It's a song of the soul
Those eyes of yours
I let the tears fall not caring anymore. I wanted my baby to open his eyes.
Those eyes of yours
I love them so
They sing to me, words of love
The night dark and cold
Open your eyes, baby
Let that light shine through
Let it guide me home
Back to you
Baby you, have these eyes
The sparkle in the night
Is that your soul
So bright and true
Those eyes of yours
These eyes of yours
Why are they closed
Did you lose the light
Just open them up
Look at me, let the light shine
(Those eyes of yours)
Those eyes of yours
Open them up
I miss the light
Open them please
Don't let it die
Open them up, baby
Those eyes of yours
(Let the light shine through)
Those eyes of yours
(These eyes of yours)
Open your eyes baby
(Let the light shine through)
Those eyes of yours
When I was done singing, I looked over at Sam with tearful eyes and gasped. Sam had opened his eyes and he was looking at me.
"Sammy! Oh god!" I exclaimed. I pressed the call button and watched as they removed the ventilator and but kept him hooked up to some of the machines. The doctor told me it was a miracle. Last night and this morning, Sam was circling the drain and now he was awake and his vitals were stronger. I excused myself to wipe away some tears and clean my face, I came back and Sam was watching me.
"Hey Sammy. How're you feeling?" I asked softly.
"M'kay. Y'kay?" He rasped.
I fed him some ice chips.
"I'm okay. Sammy I'm sorry." I said.
"Forgave you." He whispered. "'member tha' song."
I smiled and talked to him until he fell asleep. Healing sleep. He opened those eyes of his. I couldn't have asked more right now.
There we go! Letter E! Once again, if you don't see an update from for the next few days, MERRY CHRISTMAS or WHATEVER HOLIDAY YOU CELEBRATE!
Until Next Time! *uses my wolf side to steal Christmas cookies* Don't tell anyone!