Winchestered

8

"Sammy stay with me okay" Dean yelled from the drivers seat. Sam passed out long ago. So Dean and I had to put him in the back seat. He had his head on my lap but he was unconscious. Dean kept yelling to Sam to stay with him but I'm sure he can't hear him.

Why Sam? Why did you have to do this.

As I looked out the window I realized that the angels are still falling. How many angels are there? My biggest worry is if Castiel is alright. And Sam too.

I told that son of a... Oh god I'm starting to sound like Dean. 'Oh god?' Hah, as if he even cares in this universe. I know that it's Chuck. But I don't know where he is. He is to no use here.

I did pray to Castiel to come but didn't show up.

I sigh for myself.

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When we arrived at the hospital it was so crouded with people and every Tv and radio was on talking about the "Meteor shower" that happened tonight.

They were kind enough to help Sam first but I think they did it because Dean cursed to them and told them that if they do anything to his little brother he would make sure they don't live til tomorrow.

The funny thing is that it's past midnight.

Now here we are, Dean and I sitting in chairs in each side of the bed while Sam peacefully sleeps. But it won't be for long.

"Dean we need to find something to help Sam, and quick" I say.

"DON'T YOU THINK I ALREADY KNOW THAT" Dean yells at me. I stay quiet.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you I'm just-" Dean says

"I know" I interupt.

He gives me a weak smile just to return to worrying about Sam.

"What where you going to say?" He asks.

This is the first time Dean has willingly listened to me.

"We need to get Sam out of his coma and fast because he's dying Dean. He might have the grime reapur staring at him in the face right now! And I'm not talking metaphoricly."

"Death?" He's Sam reapur?" Dean glared at me. Oh no.

"Yes of what I can recall" I say nervously. He's up to something and I'm sure of it.

Dean got up and rushed to the door. I instantly stood up too.

I just have a feeling that if I don't do the exact thing they do I will end up dead.

"Stay right here and don't let anything happen to Sam while I'm gone" Dean ordered. I nodded and sat back done.

"Sam you stupid, stupid man." I took his cold hand on mine. I don't have feelings for him. Though his attractiveness is very noticable I have already clasified him as a brother.

"Why does it always have to be you two"

Sams POV

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"Wait so you're the part of me that wants to live?" I ask to Dean. Well, me version Dean.

"Yes" He glares at the rode that I suspect doesn't lead anywhere.

"So, do you have a plan?" I ask still not sure if this is real or not.

"Ofcourse I have a plan" Dean lies.

I gave Dean version of myself "The Look" Real Dean calls it "The Look" because I do it everytime I think or know that he is lying.

"I'm thinking of one" Dean says, truthfully this time.