𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

095

"Look, just hold on, alright? The hospital is only ten minutes away." Sam tells his dad as he speeds us down the road. I was resting my head on Dean's shoulder, holding his hand tightly as he rests his own head on the window.

"I'm surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn't you kill it? I thought we saw eye to eye on this. Killing this demon comes first—before me, before everything." John lecturers. I catch sight of Sam looking at us in the backseat.

"No, sir, not before everything." I lift my head up at Dean and see him blinking heavily.

"Stay awake for me, honey." I whisper softly. He shifts his head the tiniest bit to look at me and tries to smile the best he could but the corners of his mouth can barely tilt upwards.

"I'll try." His voice is strained and damaged and it makes my heart break.

"Good." I smile wobbly and rest my head back on his shoulder, rubbing my thumb over his palm.

"Look, we've still got the colt. We still have the one bullet left. We just have to start over, alright? I mean, we already found the demon onc—" my body jerks forward and I throw my free hand out in front of me to protect myself when I hit my head on something head on—so hard that I immediately slip into darkness.

.....

I'm stirred awake at the sound of an annoying constant beeping sound and squeeze my eyes shut even tighter at the splitting headache I get as soon as I wake up. I try reaching to my side for Dean's hand but instead my palm is met with cold rails and a sharp pain shoots through my body at the movement.

Slowly, I open one eye, then the other. I wince at the sun that's beaming through the window and lift my right hand up to shield my eyes but I stop halfway when I spot the cast on it.

"What the hell?" My voice comes out dry and raspy as I look at the cast weirdly. My eyes widen and I slowly take in the rest of the room I'm in.

I'm in a hospital?

Then everything hits me at once.

From the yellow eyed demon possessing John, to Sam shooting him, to the demon escaping, to us driving to the hospital—only to crash with another car.

"Dean..." I whisper, sitting up quickly despite the screams of protest my body gives. Yanking the IV out of my arm, I move my feet over the side of the bed and slowly slide off it. I sway as I walk towards the door, and as soon as I'm close to it, I rest my weight on the frame and take a deep breath as everything around me spins.

When I can see straight again, I move out the room and stay leaning against the wall so I don't collapse to the ground. I feel like I walk forever, down the same hallway over and over again since every single one looks the same. I know they're on this floor, I just have to find where. I look in every window to find at least one of the Winchesters, and as soon as I find Dean, part of me regrets it.

He lays there with wires coming out from all over his body. Has this long tube that is tied in his mouth to keep it from moving, and has cuts all over his face. A weird, broken noise comes out of my mouth as I raise my good hand up to my lips.

"Dean?" I call hesitantly, taking heavy, slow steps toward his bed—eyes scanning his unmoving body. I look up at the heart monitor and see it jumping steadily. Looking back down, I watch his chest rise and fall slowly as I rest my hand on his forehead, running my fingers through his hair as a tear falls down my cheek. "I'm so sorry." I whisper. Hearing footsteps, I look up and turn around to find Sam standing at the door with a sad puppy look. "Sam." I breathe. He rushes inside and pulls me into a tight hug that makes me wince, feeling my ribs shift uncomfortably. He immediately let's go upon hearing it, pulling back so we are at arm's length.

"You're okay." Sam announces in relief. I nod, looking him up and down. His clothes have blood stains and I catch several cuts on his face and hands.

"You look good, considering the circumstances." I hum in appreciation. Sam looks over my shoulder to Dean and I turn around.

"Oh, no." Sam mutters, walking closer to his bed.

"He's going to be okay, right?" I ask Sam quietly, standing beside him as we watch Dean.

"I-I don't know, Jen." Sam admits, voice just as quiet. We don't say anything after that, just watch Dean with sorrowful looks etched onto our faces.

"Your father's awake." The both of us turn around to the door when we hear the doctor's voice. "You can go see him if you like."

"Doc, what about my brother?" Sam asks. I dread the answer and grab a hold of Sam's hand for support.

"Well, he sustained serious injury—blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney. But it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early signs of cerebral edema." I feel another tear fall at the list he gives and look over at Dean. I feel Sam tighten his hold on my hand.

"Well, what can we do?"

"Well, we won't know his full condition until he wakes up. If he wakes up." I whip my head in the direction of the doctor.

"If?" I exasperate.

"I have to be honest. Most people with his degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. He's fighting very hard. But you need to have realistic expectations, ma'am."

"My expectations are realistic. He is going to wake up. I'm not gonna let him die on me...not again." I whisper the last part before wiping away the rest of the tears that betrayed me and escaped before exiting the room.

I had to get out of there. The weight of everything piling up on me was making it hard to breath. As I walk away, I feel dots start to appear in my vision and I find myself slumping against the wall.

"Jennifer? Jennifer!" I hear Sam call in a panic. I slide down the wall, covering my eyes with the palms of my hands as I sob loudly. The emotional pain I'm feeling is killing me, it doesn't even come close to the pain in my body. I gasp for air as I lean my head back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling as I continue to ugly cry. "Hey, hey, Jen. Calm down, okay. You need to breathe." Sam tells me, grabbing the sides of my face and forcing me to look at him.

"I-I c-can't do—I—it h-hurts, Sam. So much." I say through gasps.

"What, what hurts?" Sam asks hurriedly, eyes wide with worry.

"I c-can't lose him, Sam. I can't!" I cry out. Sam's face floods with understanding and he pulls me into his chest, resting his chin on top of my head.

"I know. I know, Jennifer. Just breath. Everything is going to be okay. We're gonna find something to help him. We always do." Sam assures, running a soothing hand through my hair as I keep sobbing into his bloody shirt.

"I love him, Sam. I can't lose him. I j—just can't." I mumble against him mindlessly. I feel Sam stiffen under me for a moment before he takes deep breath of his own and relaxes.

"We won't, Jen. We'll find something, don't worry. But I need your help. I need you to calm down and help me, alright? Can you do that for me?" He asks, pulling away. I take a deep shaky breath in and nod.

"Yeah, yeah I can do that." I try to say convincingly. He nods with me.

"Okay, good. Now, come on. Let's go see my dad. He might know what to do."