𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

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I push past them with much force and run down the hall as fast as I can. One after one, they run inside. I hear attorative commands, hurried steps, and the sound of the machine flatlining as I reach the room. Two more nurses see me entering and quickly block the way, trying to force me out the room.

"Dean!" I scream with so much pain in my voice, trying to push through the door. "Dean, please!" I cry out. My eyes were burning from how much I was sobbing, my cheeks sticky from the wave after wave of tears, and they only kept on coming. "Stop it! Let me in! I need to be there!" I tell the nurses in a panicky tone.

"Ma'am, please. We need you to stay out the room so we can do our job."

"No!" I shout angrily just as I managed to finally shove them away. Without wasting a second, I run towards his bed and the doctor said the last thing I wanted to hear.

"Call it."

I snap my eyes open and gasp for breath. I sit up slowly and look around me. Questionable stains on the walls, empty pizza boxes and beer bottles on the table, research paper everywhere, and Sam on the other queen sized bed.

I was awake.

"Stop letting me fall asleep." I huff, leaning over to pick up the whiskey that's on the ground next to the bed.

"You need it. And stop. drinking." Sam scolds, reaching over and snatching the bottle from my lips. I glare at him.

"Let me live." I yawn.

"You're drowning yourself in liquor." He says flatly. I shrug like it wasn't a big deal.

"Did you ever call your dad?" I ask, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, some tears too. My face felt gross.

"Yeah." Sam sighs.

"Let me guess, he didn't pick up." I scoff when Sam nods. "That bastard. His son is dying and he isn't doing a single fucking thing about it." I get up and run a hand through my hair, pacing back and forth. "Did you find anything?" I stick out my hand in his direction as I rub my forehead. My head is killing me. He observes me for a moment then sighs, setting down my bottle on the nightstand.

"Yeah, actually. One of dad's hunter buddies said there is a faith healer in Nebraska who is the real deal. I thought we'd check it out since we're not too far." I pause my pacing.

"Did you tell him that I'm riding with you guys?" I ask carefully.

"No, why?"

"Good. And it doesn't matter. Just...for future reference, don't ever tell a hunter I'm with you guys, alright? Not ever." I ask him expectantly. He nods slowly.

"Yeah, okay, but wh-"

"I'm down with the idea, whatever works at this point." I cut him off before he can question me. I walk towards the bathroom, grabbing a beer from the small fridge on the way, then close the bathroom door with my foot.

Setting the beer down on the granite countertop, I stare at my reflection in the mirror with both hands on the counter. I grimace at the sight of the dark circles under my eyes and how bloodshot they are. They were glossy, yet dull.

My eyes fall down to the necklace resting slightly below my collarbone, nearly right above my mom's pendant. I reach up and wrap my hand around it with a tiny smile. I loved it more than anything, it held meaning, it was special to me.

I sigh, turning on the water to rinse my face clean. It was cold and refreshing and it took away the sticky and warm, eye swelling feeling on my face. After doing that for about half a minute, I take a small towel and pat my face and neck dry. I look back into the mirror and nod in content, feeling ready to do whatever I have to today.