Supernatural Fanfic Pt.2

Chapter 3

-- Hospital Waiting room, 10 am --

You pace the floor of the waiting room, waiting for the doctor to come and give you and Bobby another update. The boys and John had been airlifted to the hospital after a trucker had t-boned them.  Sam had been conscious at the scene but still needed to be checked out for internal injuries and Dean had a long laceration across his chest as well as extreme head trauma.  He was still unconscious, and the doctor was saying that it was just a waiting game for now.  John was okay, but that was all you knew because you had stopped listening after the update on Dean.

-- Dean's p.o.v --

I woke up with a nasty headache, in a hospital bed. There isn't anyone else in my room, and no nurses in the hallway so I get up and stand, my bare feet pressing against the cold hospital floor and look around.  Why am I here?  I ask myself as I slowly walk out into the hallway. I can remember the trucker coming straight at us but there's not much after that.  I don't even know if my Dad and Sammy are still alive.  "Sam?" I call out as I walk through the empty hallway. "Dad?  Anybody?" I shout as I round a corner into another empty hallway.  I continue wandering around, looking for any other living person.  Finally, as I make my way down a set of stairs, I see a cute nurse by the nurse's station.  "Excuse me?" I call out to her, she doesn't even look up. 

She hangs up the phone as I get closer to her. "Hi, I think I was in a car accident... with my Dad and my brother.  I just need to find them." I ask her but she doesn't seem to realize that I'm talking to her. "Hello?" I ask and then wave my hand in front of her face before snapping a few times. She doesn't even blink.  A bad feeling settles over me and I hurry back through the halls, which now have doctors and nurses walking through them as well. None of them notice me running. 

I get back to my room and stare in shock at the body- at my body still laying on the bed hooked up to so many different machines that I can't tell which wire goes where.  I step closer to try and get a better look at myself.  A monitor beeps steadily but I don't think that I'm just sleeping. I must be in a coma. I conclude after watching myself for a minute.  After that, I lean against the wall, trying to process whatever is going on. I must be having some kind of out-of-body experience.  I was really hoping that kind of thing was crap, if I'm gonna die can't I just die peacefully? Wait, no! No, I'm not going to die. I still have to stop that demon, I have to protect Sammy! My mind races on like this for several more minutes until suddenly Sam walks into the room.

He ignores me and goes straight to, well, me... my body at least. I step forward towards him, "Sammy! You look good, considering." I laugh a little but Sammy doesn't notice.  He just stares down at my body and whispers, "Oh no."  I walk around the bed so that I can be facing him. "Man, tell me that you can hear me." Sam just continues staring at me.  "How's Dad?" I try again. "Is he okay? Come on, you're the psychic, give me some kind of ghost whispering or something" I beg but Sammy doesn't react.

A doctor enters the room, "Your Father's awake. You can go see him if you'd like." he says to Sam. "Oh thank God." I whisper but Sam doesn't move from my side. "Doc, what about my brother?" He asks.  I was hoping to follow them to my Dad's room but I am curious about this too so I stay to listen in.

"Well, he sustained serious injury.  Blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney, but it's the head trauma that I'm worried about. There's early signs of cerebral edema." I furrow my brow and stare at my body again.  I know the blood loss is from yellow eyes but the other stuff sounds a lot more serious.  "Well, what can we do?" Sam asks.  "Well, we won't know his full condition until he wakes up.... if he wakes up." The doctor adds on.