Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #2: Comatose

Imagine: During the S1 car crash, you and Dean are sent into a comatose state and Dean must help keep you alive and return to the real world.

Age: 2-3

When you woke up on the floor of your hospital room, you weren't expecting to stand up and see yourself, looking so peaceful in your state of unconsciousness. Even at such a young age, you knew that seeing yourself lying on that cot, IVs pumping into every inch of your skin, that this was no dream.

     Upon seeing the bruises decorating your porcelain skin and the arm that was twisted badly at a strange angle, you recalled memories of the car crash, of Dean and Sam and Dad and all their injuries. You remembered Dean sitting in the back with you, barely conscious, and how he used the last bit of his strength to throw himself over your body protectively before your world went dark.

Looking around, you wandered out the door of your room and down the hall, your bare feet pittering quietly on the floor with each step you took.

Your bright (eye color) eyes glanced at each doctor, nurse, and patient that passed by, but none seemed to give you even a sideways look. In fact, it was as if you weren't even there.

You saw Sam before you saw Dean. As you were idly tapping away down the hall, you began calling out to passerby, but nobody answered you, or even looked down at you. It took you a minute to realize that no one could see you, but you didn't know why.

You were scared, tears in your eyes as you hurried toward Sam. He was standing in the doorway of another room, fighting back tears as you pattered up behind him.

"Sam?" You spoke, hissing the 's' in his name as you reached toward his shirt, intending to give it a tug. You gave a small gasp as your hand went straight through the fabric and into his gut.

You ripped your hand back and looked up at Sam, "Sammy?" Nothing.

Eventually, you gave up and decided to enter whatever room Sam was looking into. You saw Dean, laying out on a bed with as many IVs as you had back in your room. His shirt had been torn from his chest and sat in tatters on the floor, but more surprising than that was seeing Dean not only unconscious on the cot, but standing at the end of it, staring down at his own body.

"Dean?" You almost whispered the words, afraid that he wouldn't respond.

His head snapped up and his eyes met yours.

"Buggy." He breathed, a smile forming on his lips which you returned. "Buggy, can you see me?"

You nodded and you thought he was gonna cry as you quickly waddled toward him, latching onto his neck as he lifted you in the air.

"Oh, baby girl, I'm so sorry." He whispered, clinging to your tiny frame. You cried softly into his shoulder.

"What's happening, Dean?"

"You're in a coma, doll. So am I. And we gotta get out."

"How?" Dean pulled you from his frame and positioned you on his hip, your legs loosely clinging about his waist. His face was grim and his voice bleak as he responded.