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Dean-24

Sam-20

Kate-15

Kate slowly took another sip of her coffee, trying to warm up her body. It wasn't really working though. She was too numb to feel anything. She leaned back in her chair and ran her hand through her wavy, brown hair. Not sleeping the last few days was really starting to catch up with her.

She couldn't stand sitting so far away anymore, so she sat her coffee down and dragged the chair closer to the bed. She rested her elbows on the bed and laid the left side of her head down, so she could face Dean. She hated seeing him like this and knowing there was nothing she could do. He was laying there, half propped up on the bed sleeping. He looked so lifeless.

Beep…Beep…Beep

The constant rhythm of the heart monitor slowly drifted Kate back in time…

FLASHBACK-2 days ago

"Kate!" John yelled as he came barging through the door. Kate immediately put her book down and looked over to see John holding on to Dean. John practically had to drag him into the room. Dean's body didn't seem like it was able to support its own weight.

"What happened? Is he ok?" Kate felt panic settle in as her heart started racing out of control. She ran over to help John sit Dean down on the side of the bed. Dean's blood covered shirt caught her eye. "DAD! What. Happened." She wasn't in the mood to deal with John ignoring her questions. Something was wrong with her brother and she needed an explanation.

"Damn demon got a hold of him," John said as he helped Dean get his blood-stained shirt off. His eyes were slowly drooping as if he was falling in and out of consciousness. John put a hand on Dean's shoulder to steady his swaying body. Having been through this process a million times before, Kate instinctively went over to Dean's duffle to grab a new shirt. As she came back over, she saw a huge, poorly stitched, gash across his abdomen. It looked like a clear liquid was seeping out of it. Kate immediately knew this wasn't like the other times her brother had come home bleeding.

"He needs a doctor!" She slammed the shirt into John's chest.

"I fixed him up," John said. Kate could clearly see he had done it, with it being such a piss poor job and all. John helped Dean slip into the clean shirt. Dean seemed like a little kid again, unable to dress himself. His eyes fluttered open and closed as he tried to stay focused on the shirt.

"He needs a real doctor." Kate had seen enough beaten up and battered Dean, Sam, and John to know the fine line between 'I can survive this with some floss and alcohol' and 'I need the real stuff'.

"'m fine," Dean said, causing both Kate and John to stop and look at him. Kate breathed a sign of relief. At least he was still aware of what was going on around him.

"Now get the first aid kit and keep an eye on him. He'll be fine by morning," John said as he helped Dean lay down on the bed so he could rest.

"Let's take him to the hospital," Kate pleaded one last time.

"No, 'm 'kay." Dean didn't seem to have enough energy to even form the complete words. He was barely moving his lips when he spoke.

"Katelyn, that's enough. He's gonna be fine. Now you stay here with him. I'm going back after that demon. I think it has information we need. You take care of him," John finished as he gave Dean a soft squeeze on the shoulder and headed out the door, leaving Kate without a chance to argue more.

She turned to Dean. She hadn't realized how pale his face was. "You're not okay." She was beyond concerned. The last time she had seen Dean this bad was about 5 years ago…and, well, she refused to think about it. Now she was forced to pick up the pieces alone this time, thanks to John's sudden, yet not shocking, exit.

"Yea, 'm good...don-worry. Batman-can't-die." His words were all slurred together, coming out as one long, mumbled bunch. "'ma sleep n be fine," he finished as he gently laid his hands down beside himself and closed his eyes.

Kate crawled into the other side of the bed and sat up against the headboard. She didn't take her eyes off of Dean until she noticed that his breathing had evened out, telling her he was finally asleep. The scrunched up, painful look on his face told her it wasn't a peaceful sleep. She wasn't going to leave Dean alone and there was no way she was going to sleep tonight. She couldn't get rid of the unsettling feeling in her stomach. She wondered if this was how Dean felt everytime her or Sammy got hurt or were sick. She couldn't handle it.

END FLASHBACK

Kate reached over and snatched her phone off of the nightstand. Another jolt of anger surged through her when she saw John still hadn't called her back. He didn't even care his son was in the hospital suffering from his poor medic skills. Kate figured he was ignoring her calls because he didn't want to have to admit he was wrong about the severity of Dean's injuries. Kate had stuck with her gut feeling ever since John brought Dean back. She's been around Dean her entire life, so she's learned to tell when something was wrong because Dean was never one to come out and admit it. He always had his 'game face' on, as he put it. And when Kate noticed Dean's fever had gotten worse through the night and how he had kept shivering, she knew she had to do something. John should have just listened to her from the beginning and they wouldn't even be in this situation. But instead she had to take a very injured Dean to the hospital yesterday morning and come up with a totally bogus story so the cops wouldn't be after them. So here she was, still a his bedside a little over 24 hours after he had been admitted. She was not going to leave him, and its not like she had anywhere else to go anyway.

Kate reached her free hand over and gently poked at Dean's hand a few times. She had hoped he would wake up and yell at her to get out of his personal space, but instead she got nothing. He didn't even flinch. The doctors said he had a severe infection from that poorly closed wound and great blood loss. They said the prognosis was good, but Kate wasn't convinced. Dean wasn't awake yet, so nothing was good. She wasn't about to believe he was going to be okay until she saw it with her own two eyes. In the Winchester line of work, seeing was believing.

Kate felt so helpless just sitting there. He was the strong one who always took care of her, but now he just looked so weak as he laid there. Kate couldn't do this alone. She needed help. She needed her family.

She opened up her phone and redialed the same familiar numbers. Nobody picked up and she wasn't surprised. She had stopped being shocked about 20 calls ago, but she left another pleading message. Watching the one person you looked up to suffer was never in Kate's 'I-can-handle-this' category. She closed her phone and wiped a few stray tears from her face. She laid her head down on top of her arms on Dean's bed. She was beginning to think that caffeine was having the reverse effect on her. She slowly drifted off into sleep, and was slowly awoken when she heard someone calling her name.

"Kate. Katie." She shot her head up, shaking it slightly as she tried to get her vision to adjust to the dim lighting in the room since the sun had already set. It took her a few seconds to remember where she was. Not sleeping in over 2 days was harder than her family made it seem. Her gaze immediately went to Dean as she silently hoped it was him who was calling her name. He looked exactly the same as before. Eyes closed. Mouth set in place. Shallow breathing. Constant heart monitor beeping. She slumped her head back down, figuring it had all been in her head.

"Hey, Katie," came a harsh whisper. No, she definitely didn't make that one up. She cautiously lifted her head towards the room entrance. A wave of relief washed over her face as she saw who it was.

"You came!" She ran over and wrapped her arms around him. "I didn't think you would."

He wrapped his arms even tighter around her, not able to even remember the last time they had hugged. "I always said I'd be there for you."

Kate felt a weight being lifted off her shoulders. She didn't have to go through this alone anymore. She looked up at him with a huge smile. "I'm so glad you're here, Sam."