Fatal (Winchester Sister 2)

C'mon C'mon

In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do is take my body home

"In My Time of Dying" - Led Zeppelin

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Dean stood in his father's hospital room as Emerson and Sam entered. Sam looking pissed as hell. "Sammy! Emz! Tell me you can friggin' hear me! There's something in this hospital. You guys gotta bring me back and we've got to hunt this thing!" But nothing came from his father or two siblings. It's because he's a spirit of someone close to death.

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"You're quiet," Dad commented on Sam after we stood in the room for a couple seconds. I heard an echo of someone saying something and looked around. It probably just came from the distant hallway.

"Nice to see you to, Dad," I sneered sarcastically. His arm was in a cast like mine, scratches on his face. All he did was nod. That's all he did. I don't know, I was expecting something a little bit more enthusiastic or something.

Sam hurled the duffel bag onto the bed with a crash, "you think I wouldn't find out?!"

"Find out what?" Dad questioned, surprised.

"The stuff you asked to get from Uncle Bobby. You don't use it to ward off a demon, you use it to summon one," I said for Sam. He would start yelling and even I don't have the guts to do that.

"You're planning on bringing the demon here?! Having some stupid macho showdown?!" I stand corrected.

"I have a plan, Sam."

Of course you do. "Your son is dying and you have a plan." Why the hell am I getting involved. Impulse control!

"You care about killing this thing more than saving your own son!"

There was the same voice that I heard earlier, that echo. It sounded like someone was pleading them not to do it. "Do not tell me how I feel! I am doing this for Dean."

I groaned, "How is revenge going to help? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself, it's the same selfish obsession."

There's that voice again. The pain in my chest became more evident, from two to quickly going to about a seven. "Sam," I gasped. "Ribs. Sore. Going. Down. Help." But he was to busy yelling with Dad. I rushed over to the nurses assistance button. A beeping went through the entire hospital just as I pushed it. I watched outside as a nurse came in and various others bolted down the hallway.

"Come on, honey. I'll get you back to your room and give you some pain killers. Ribs?"

"Yeah," I breathed out. We walked past Dean's room to see doctors surrounding him with those electric shocker things. "Wait."

"No, sweetie-"

"That's my brother. Please." Sam jogged down the hallway, tears gathering in my eyes. "Come on, man," I pleaded into the room. This nurse kept convincing me to go to my room but I refused, "I'm not going anywhere until I know that my brother's ok!" She gave up me trying to get me anywhere so I stood outside the room, praying. Praying that he'll get through that, this, everything. "Come on, Dean. Do something!"

"Still no pulse."

"Let's go again. 360."

"Charging." I looked over at Sam who was leaning against the doorway, crying. I said get back! That voice. I know that anywhere. "We have a pulse. Going back into sinus rhythm." At those words, Sam and I slumped against separate walls. I smiled. Dean's still here, probably right beside me.