Flawed, Beautiful, Creatures

A/N

I'm positive there's something I should be saying but...hmm oh yea Lucifer makes his appearance. ^_^

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Flawed, Beautiful, Creatures

Chapter Two

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It had been two whole weeks since the event of the angels fall happened and the media had wrote if off as a global meteor shower. Dean still hadn't heard from Castiel and he was worried that he may have been seriously injured while in company of Metatron. On the other hand, Dean was also mad that Cas had left in the first place. He told Castiel to hold off for a minute but Cas had shot him down. He had insisted he needed to go back home to save his family and wasn't going to let anyone get in the way. Shortly after, Castiel has disappeared, leaving Dean by himself to stop Sam from completing the third trial. He didn't let himself focus too much on the angel, though, he knew Cas was capable of fending for himself. Instead, Dean was more concerned for his baby brother. Sam wasn't doing so well and Dean took the full blame. After Dean had told Sam what was happening, he had blacked completely out. Dean sat there for five whole minutes trying to wake Sam up but with no luck. His only option was to take Sam some place that could help him..

Laying with his eyes glued shut, skin as pale as a white sheet of paper, was his baby brother. Sam had a tube lodged in his nose and an IV in his left arm. He was hooked up to a beeping machine that monitored his heart rate, which was slow and steady. The only family Dean had left was lying on his death bed, just barely hanging on. He was sitting in a chair adjacent from his brother's bed, watching him. He could do nothing but think of the ways he could have declined ever letting Sam take up the challenge of completing all three trials. Dean was really beating himself up over the whole situation and knew that Sam wanted to do it. Sam didn't care about dying. He was ready and that was completely understandable taking from the life they live, the crap they go through everyday to make sure people were safe.

Dean glanced over to the tv that was mounted on the wall. It was currently on the news station and there was a blonde haired news anchor chatting to the weatherman about the so called meteor shower, exclaiming how neat of an event it was. Dean stood up and turned off the tv. He wish he could be oblivious just like everyone else. Just then, the door to the hospital room him and Sam were in opened. In came an older male dressed in the normal attire of a doctor and offered Dean a small smile. His hands were full with paperwork, probably Sam's.

"Mr. Smith," the doctor started, using the fake name Dean had given him. "your brother's MRI came back and the results are puzzling. His organs are damaged as in they show a massive amount of internal burns. Oxygen has been deprived from his brain, therefore the coma was brought on by his body, which is doing it's best to protect whatever's left from more damage." He finished, looking up from the sheet of papers he was reading.

Dean began fidgeting with the zipper to his coat, something he only did when he was really distraught. "This wasn't suppose to happen." He said, more to himself. The doctor gave Dean his most sympathetic look.

"Mr. Smith, the road your brother is heading down.. The machines will keep him alive but-"

"He'd basically be a vegetable." Dean cut the other male off. The doctor nodded solemnly.

He walked closer to Dean and reached out to lay a hand on his shoulder. "Mr. Smith, I'm not sure if you're a praying man but if I were you..." he let the sentence trail and looked over at Sam.

A strong wave of bitterness engulfed Dean. He wasn't going to pray to God. God didn't even answer the angels. It was silly to think that he would make this one exception for Sam.