Post by Jamie on Dec 18, 2006 15:41:22 GMT -5
Few Hours to Live
Dean Winchester sat in a small chair at the table looking through a newspaper for any sighting of a news article about anything supernatural happening in the area. After looking for a while and finding absolutely nothing, he closed the paper with a sigh. Sam, who was sitting at the other end of the table, looked up at him.
"Find anything?"
"No. Nothing. What about you?"
"Nada."
"Well this is awkward."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm saying that we don't have a job to do."
"And that comes as a shock to you?"
"No, not really. It's just that, I've never imagined a day without having to battle another shape-shifter or a wendigo."
"At least you'll get to have that long awaited break you've always wanted." Sam said with a smile.
"Yeah, that's true. I just hope nothing goes wrong between now and then."
"Me too. Which, I guess we can't really say that because there's always that chance of something horrible happening to us."
"Oh shut up, Sam."
Sam let out a chuckle as he continued to look on the computer. Just then, a massive headache hit Dean like a ton of bricks. He closed his eyes tightly and clutched his head. Sam looked back up at him.
"Hey, you okay?"
Dean looked at Sam and grimaced at the pain. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just got a headache from hell."
"Need anything? I got some Advil in my bag."
"You carry Advil with you?" asked Dean in shock.
"Yeah. Sometimes my visions have an after-effect on me."
Dean laughed and shook his head. "Nah, it's starting ease off some. That was strange for me to get a headache like that all of a sudden."
"That's never happened to you before?"
"No."
"Well, if it starts up again, let me know."
"Thanks for the concern, daddy goose."
"Daddy goose?" asked Sam in confusion.
"You know what I mean. Don't play dumbass with me."
"Alright, whatever you say."
"Yeah. Whatever I...ah!" he screamed out as he clutched his head again.
"Dean?"
Sam got up and rushed over to him just as Dean was falling to his knees in pain. He now felt as if he was the big brother, which wasn't the first time that's happened.
"Dean! Talk to me!"
"Oh my God! It hurts so much!"
"Come on, we're going to the doctor."
Sam helped Dean to the car and drove him to the doctor. Dean leaned back in his seat with a cold compress held to head to hopefully ease the pain, but it wasn't really working very well. Sam looked over at his brother from time to time to check if he was alright. He had never seen Dean in this kind of shape before. He was so worried about him that he didn't know what to do. They soon reached the doctor's office as the doctor's wheeled Dean in. Sam sat in the lobby while he waited on news about Dean. He saw a young man walk out of the room he was occupying and walk up to him. Sam stood up.
"Sam Winchester?"
"Yes?"
"Mr. Winchester, I have some bad news for you about your brother Dean."
"Oh my God. Is he alright?"
"Well, I ran some tests on him and it showed that he has cancer."
Sam looked at the doctor in bewilderment. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Dean having cancer? This can't be true.
"C...cancer? Is it any specific type of cancer?"
"Yes. Dean has Leukemia."
He sat down in the chair, putting his head into his hands. What was he gonna do? How could he tell his dad? After thinking for a moment, he stood back up and faced the doctor.
"How serious is it?"
"It's not as bad as it sounds. We did a MRI on his brain and it looks like it has spread to his brain. That could be the cause of the headaches he's recently got."
The doctor put a hand on Sam's shoulder.
"Don't worry, son. He will be alright. We're gonna send him home. But if he has any more problems what so ever, you come straight back here immediately."
"Yes, sir. Thank you."
"You're welcome." The doctor smiled and walked over to his desk.
Sam then saw Dean walking out of the room and heading over to where he was, but noticed that he was walking a bit slower than usual. He started walking to meet up with him.
"Hey. I heard the news."
Dean just hung his head , tears threatening to come down. Sam put his arms around him as they hugged for quite a long time. He then helped him to the car and drove back to the motel. Once they got in, he sat Dean down into a chair and pulled one up for himself and sat down in front of him. Dean looked up at Sam with fear in his eyes.
"Don't worry, you're gonna be okay. At least that's what the doctor said."
"Sam, we've gotta tell Dad about this..."
"I know. But the problem is, how?"
"I don't know, but we've gotta think of something."
"Are you sure you're feeling alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, Sam. Don't worry about me."
"He said that if anything else happens, we are to go back there immediately."
"I won't have any more problems..."
Sam looked at him. "How can you be so sure of that, Dean? For all we know, you could be dying right now and we not even knowing it."
"Don't say that, Sam! I'm not gonna die, you hear me? I'm not...I can't. All we can do is just wait and see what this thing's gonna do."
They both sighed as they sat there for a moment, thinking about what all had just taken place. Dean couldn't stand the silence. He looked at Sam.
"Sam, if I do die..." He paused for a moment, searching for the right words.
"What?"
Dean shook his head.
"Nevermind."
Sam shook his head in return as they both sat there, thinking about what they should do next.
A few weeks went by and everything seemed to be going fine until one day, Sam walked into the room and found Dean lying on the floor. He immediately rushed over to him, kneeling down.
"Dean!" he called out, shaking him some. "Come on, man, wake up."
After a few attempts of trying to wake him up, he grabbed his cell phone, dialing 911. It wasn't long before they arrived at the hospital. Sam decided to drive because there was just no way that he could leave Dean's baby to be stolen. The doctors immediately rushed Dean to a room and began working on him. Sam paced back and forth, anxiously awaiting news on how he was doing. The same doctor who talked to him the first time walked out of his room with a grim look on his face. Sam walked up to him.
"Hey doc. How is he?"
Hesitating for a few moments, the doctor looked at Sam and responded, "Your brother suffered a major case of paralysis, causing him to lose feeling in his body. He is in a coma right now but you may go visit him if you'd like. I can't promise that he'll wake up but just keep praying and maybe he will soon."
"Thank you."
The doctor nodded as he walked off. Sam headed to Dean's room and just stood by the door. He couldn't believe what he saw. His big brother, the one who had protected him from every evil son of a bitch they battled, lying there, hooked up to a heart machine. The beep, beep, beep echoing throughout the huge room. He took a few steps into the room, heading over to the bed but didn't make it for he dropped down to his knees and started crying. After a while, he got up and continued to the bed. He watched Dean lay there, so lifeless, almost dead. Sam took his hand as he pulled up a chair and sat down beside him.
"Hey Dean. I know you can't hear me right now. I'm not even sure if you know I'm here." He tightened his grip on Dean's hand and let out an exasperated sigh. "Oh, God. Why you, man? Of all the people to get sick, why does it have to be you? You're gonna pull through Dean. I know it."
A nurse poked her head in.
"Sir, visiting hours are over now."
"Okay, thank you."
The nurse smiled as she continued to walk down the hall. Sam turned back to Dean.
"I've gotta go. I'll try calling Dad. Not sure if I'll get up with him, but I will sure try."
Sam walked out and drove back to the motel. Sitting on the bed, he called his Dad.
"This is John Winchester. I am not available to come to the phone right now. If it's an emergency, please call my son Dean, 866-907-3235."
"Voicemail. Of course." said Sam as he began to leave a message.
"Hey Dad. Uh, how's everything? Um, heh, I uh, I got some bad news about Dean. He's got um, he's sick, Dad. Really sick. He's got Leukemia. Don't really know how he got it but he does. He's suffering a major cause of paralysis which means that he can't move anything. Right now, he's in a coma so I guess all we can do is just pray that he wakes up. If you could call me back as soon as you get this, I would appreciate it. Bye Dad."
He hung up and tossed the phone onto the other bed then put his head into his hands. It was really hard for him to sleep that night, not being able to know how Dean was. He was so afraid that the next day, he would go back and Dean would be dead. He tossed and turned for what seemed like hours until finally, at two 'o clock, he fell into a deep sleep. The next day, he didn't even get up till twelve 'o clock, decided that it would be best to go visit Dean.
Sam walked into the room, pulled up a chair and just sat there. A doctor walked in to check his vitals. After checking them, he turned to see Sam sitting there. He smiled a little bit, but then showed the same grim expression he did before.
"Could I see you outside for just a second?"
"Sure."
Sam got up and walked out of the room with the doctor.
"Yesterday, after you left, Dean flatlined but we were able to get him back, thankfully. But he's still in a coma. When the last nurse of the day checked his vitals last night, she said that he is fading fast. I'm sorry to say but I'm afraid that Dean might be dying soon."
"Doc, no. He can't die. He's my brother."
"I'm sorry, Sam. But the Leukemia has gotten bad. So bad to the point that he could die any day now. I hate to be the bearer of bad news but if I were you, I would just pray really, really hard in hopes that he wakes up and recovers."
"Thank you, doctor. You've been a great help."
"You're welcome."
He patted Sam on the shoulder and walked off. Sam walked outside to call their dad again, only to get his voicemail once again.
"Dad, I really need you here. Dean is dying." His voice began to break. "Please, if you could just make it here, I would appreciate it. Really." He hung up as tears started to come down his cheek. He walked back in and headed towards Dean's room.
"Come on, Dean. You can make it. Please wake up. You don't know how much I need you now. I've called Dad again. Let him know how you were doing. Dean, don't die on me. Please!"
After Sam said that, the rhythmic beeping of the machine turned into a sound that Sam did not want to hear. Dean was flatlining again.
"Dean! No! You can't die on me. You can't!"
Doctors and nurses rushed in, getting everything ready. Sam was pushed back by one of the doctors.
"Dean! Come back! No!"
"Sam, calm down! Sam!"
"I will not let my brother die! You bring him back!"
"We're trying the best we can."
They overheard one of the doctors asking the other if they wanted to call the time of death.
"Time of death, 1:30 PM."
"Dean! Oh, God. No!"
Sam broke free from the doctor's grip on him as he ran out of the hospital and drove back to the motel. He couldn't believe it, his brother was dead. How was he going to go on? He knew that him and his dad never saw eye to eye with each other. He pulled out his cell phone and tried to call his Dad one more time. He finally got an answer this time.
"Hello?" answered John.
"Dad? Oh it's so good to hear from you." His voice began to break again.
"Sam, what's wrong? What happened?"
"I don't know if you're gonna want to hear this but, Dean's dead."
"What?! Dean's dead? How did that happen?"
"Didn't you get any of my messages I left for you?"
"I've been busy, son."
"You're always busy, Dad! Why don't you check your messages every now and then!"
"Sam, don't start! Not after your brother..."
"I don't want to hear it! Not after I've witnessed it."
"You never told me how he died."
"He had Leukemia."
"What? How?"
"I don't know, okay? I don't know. All I know is that he's dead now and I feel like shit."
"I don't doubt that you do. Do you know when the funeral's going to be?"
"No. I still have to set the date up for that." He let out a heavy sigh. "Dad, I don't know what to do anymore. I mean it seems like I've lost everyone I love now, Mom, Jess and now Dean. I might as well just go kill myself and get it all over with."
"Samuel James Winchester, I don't ever want to hear you say that again! Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir. Are you gonna come to the funeral?"
"I'll try to make it. If I don't make it, I'm sorry in advance."
"It's alright. Just, please, try to make it. For Dean's sake."
"I will. Listen, I've gotta go. Got a hot trail on the demon and I don't want to lose track before it gets away."
"Alright. Bye, Dad."
"Bye, son."
A few days later, the funeral was held. A lot of family friends were there, even some of Sam's college friends.
"I'm really sorry about your brother, Sam." said one of his college friends, Amanda.
"Thanks. He really meant a lot to me."
"I'm sure he did."
Sam looked around and did not see his Dad anywhere.
"Come on, Dad. I know you can make it. Please be here for Dean."
He then saw Rebecca coming towards him and smiled a little.
"Hey Sam." she greeted. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Must've been hard losing him like that."
"Yeah it was."
"Dean was a nice young man. A little dumb at times, but he was a good man."
"Yeah, he was. Just wish my Dad was here."
"Where is he?"
"He's on another one of his hunts."
"Hunts?"
"Yeah. He goes deer hunting around this time of year."
"Ah. But isn't deer season over?"
"Uh, yeah, but where he goes, there's always deer out."
"Oh, okay. Well, what do you plan to do now?"
"I don't know..."
"Why don't you come back to Stanford. We really miss you over there."
"No, I can't. Not after.."
"Sam, that's all in the past now. You know what they say about dwelling on the past.. it gets you nowhere."
"Yeah, I know. I'll think about it. But I'm not promising anything." He gave her a slight smirk.
"Ya know, you were always the one for saying that you'll think about something but not promise anything."
He let out a light chuckle. "Yeah I was, wasn't I?"
"Well, I do hope you come back. We have missed you so much since you've been gone. And if you do come back, I know it'll be hard for you but, you'll fit back in just like old times."
"Yeah, I know I will."
"Looks like everybody is leaving now. Guess I better be heading back. Again, I'm sorry about Dean. I hope things will look up for you."
"Thanks."
They exchanged one last hug as he watched her leave. He then turned and walked over to where they had just lowered the casket down into the ground. Tears started to trickle down Sam's cheek as he stared down at it.
"Well, I guess this is goodbye, big brother. Uh, sorry Dad couldn't make it. He tried, Dean. Really, he did. I guess the demon was just more important than you were. God, I just don't get why he would miss his own son's funeral. It isn't right; it's just not. I guess he'll come around to it sometime or another. A lot of our family friends were here. Even some of my college friends came. I talked to Rebecca some. She wants me to go back to Stanford. I don't know if I'm ready to go back, not after what happened to...nevermind. Like she said, all that's in the past now and the longer I dwell on the past, I won't get anywhere. I told her that I would think about it but I wouldn't promise anything. Ah, man, I miss you already. I wish you would come back. I can't do this alone and..I don't want to, either. Say hi to Mom and Jess for me. Please. Oh and before I forget it, I will make sure to take care of your baby." He lets out a laugh. "I love you, Dean. And no, I won't ever forget you."
With that, Sam walked away and got into the Impala, driving away, going back to a place he never thought he'd go.
*3 Months Later*
"I'm going out to the store to get a few things. You sure you'll be okay staying here by yourself?" Sam asked his girlfriend of two years, Amber Moore.
"Yes. I'll be fine, Sam. Now, go so you can get back. I might take a shower while you're gone."
"Ooh, can I join?" he asked with a smirk on his face.
"If you don't get out of here, you won't."
"Alright, alright. I'm going. Bye."
"Bye."
He kissed her on the cheek and grabbed his keys and jacket, then headed out the door. He pulled out his cell phone to make sure that it was cut on just in case anybody tried to call him while he was out. Reception was terrible on cell phones where he was at. If anybody tried to call him, it was a miracle if they could even get through.
Meanwhile, John was still tracking the demon down. He got close to it once, but then lost track of it. He swore that he was gonna catch it someway, somehow. What he found this time was hard for him to believe. Somehow, the demon knew that Sam had a new girlfriend and was going back to Stanford! John immediately grabbed his cell phone and dialed Sam's number, only to get a busy signal.
"Damn it, Sam! Where are you?"
He knew that Sam couldn't pick up good phone reception where he was. So instead, he packed up all of his stuff, and headed for Stanford.
Sam finished his shopping and headed back home.
"Amber, I'm home!" he announced as he set the bags of groceries on the counter, threw the keys down, and hung his jacket up on the coat rack. He could then hear water running in the bathroom.
"Must still be in the shower." he said to himself as he walked into their bedroom and sat down on the bed, laying back on the pillow and closing his eyes. He then felt something fall onto his forehead. He opened his eyes to find Amber pinned to the ceiling. His mouth dropped open as he couldn't say a word.
"Amber! No!"
She then erupted into flames as Sam was now curled up into a ball almost.
"Amber!"
"Sam!" yelled John as he came bursting through the door. He rushed to where Sam was, looked up and saw Amber. He then ran in and grabbed Sam as he kept screaming her name.
Outside, many firemen were getting their hoses ready and some were already spraying water on the burning building. Sam stood at his Dad's truck, looking down at the weapons in his case. John walked up beside him and put a hand onto his shoulder.
"How ya feeling?"
Sam just looked at him with no expression, then looked back down at the weapons. He picked up one of the guns and looked at it for a moment, then put it back in.
"Let's kill this son of a bitch."
And with that, Sam shut the weapons case and drove off with his Dad to hunt down the demon that ruined their lives forever.
