The Other Side of Reality

Part 10

Sam raced over to catch you as you fell, gently wrapping his arms around you. "Shh, we're here now," he assured you, his eyes full of pain. Cas had raced over to Dean who was still unresponsive on the gurney behind you, his eyes searching over Dean's body in horror.

"Cas, can you heal him?" Sam asked, trying to help you to your feet. Your legs wobbled, your entire body shaking with exhaustion.

"I think so," Cas muttered. "But it's going to take a lot of work, and I will be weak afterward. Very weak."

Grinding his teeth together, Sam took a deep gulping breath. "We need to get out of here. Find someplace safe where we can get this all fixed. Y/N, do you think there are more guards out there?"

I don't know," you answered meekly, your legs threatening to buckle. "I took most of them out, but...,"

Sam slid his arm under your knees, lifting you up with ease. "Cas, you've got Dean. Let's get the hell out of here."

Sam led the way, moving quietly through the wrecked hallways, his boots crunching the lead paint and broken glass as he headed towards the front entrance of this horrid place. Your eyes started to drift shut, but you force them back open, needing to be aware of your surroundings. Both Sam and Cas were handicapped with you and Dean, and you needed to help them as much as possible.

Cas was pushing Dean's gurney behind the two of you, Dean's head lulling to the side, and you could feel your heart in your throat, hoping that it wasn't too late. You wanted your family back together, and it started with both you and Dean being healthy.

As Sam rounded the last corner, you saw movement off to the side. By the time you raised the alarm, the Angel was racing forward, his blade raised high in the air. Sam let go of you, and you fell to the floor with a thump. Sam battled the Angel, Cas moving forward to help. Another Angel was rounding the corner, eyeing the gurney with interest, and you stood up on shaky legs, knowing it was up to you to protect Dean. With your Angel blade in hand, you waited for her to get close enough that you could swipe it across, hopefully harming her in the process.

"Just because our leader is gone doesn't mean we'll let you live," she grunted, jumping back as you swiped towards her, your movements weak. "You and Dean have been a thorn in our sides for years. You need to die."

"No thank you," you managed to get out, falling forward, surprising her as your blade slid in between her ribs, both of you falling to the ground. Her wings burnt out on either side of her body as you struggled to stand up.

Sam dumped the last Angel to the ground, coming to stand beside you. "I think that's the last of them," he announced, helping you to your feet before picking you up in his arms.

"And Dean?" You asked, looking around frantically for the gurney.

Sam moved forward, his long legs easily eating up the ground between him and the doorway. "Cas is already wheeling him to the car. We'll get the hell out of here and head back to the hotel room."

You nodded weakly, resting your head against Sam's chest. With the Angel's no longer a threat, for now, you could feel complete exhaustion taking over. Your eyelids drooped, your heart rate slowed, and before Sam even stepped beside the Impala, you were asleep in his arms.

"Y/N," Sam's voice broke through the darkness surrounding. "Y/N, wake up."

Blinking your eyes against the bright fluorescent light, you could see Sam leaning over you, worried creases surrounding his eyes. "There you are," he sighed. "You had us worried."

Your words were cut off by a long yawn, your ears popping as you moved to sit up. Your body felt like lead, barely responding to your commands. "How long was I out?"

"14 hours," Cas said roughly. "You were thrashing about, mumbling in your sleep at first before you became almost comatose. Sam was worried."

You could tell by the tense shoulders that Cas had been worried as well, even if he wasn't going to say anything. But it was Dean who you were worried about. "Dean?" You asked, searching the room, relaxing when you saw him laying on the bed across from you. "Is he...,"

"He's alive," Sam answered, staring woefully at his brother. "Cas tried to heal him but...,"

You were sliding your legs over the edge of the bed before Sam could finish his words, your heart racing. "But what?"

With a heavy sigh, Sam placed his hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, he hasn't made any signs of consciousness. We don't know if we've done enough. If he'll ever...,"

"He has to!" You argued, pulling away from Sam's touch, your legs like rubber but still propelling you towards the other bed. Kneeling down on the stained carpet, you cupped Dean's cheek, getting a good look at him.

His face was pale, the stubbled stounding out against his almost grayish complexion. His face still had gashes, but they were no longer bleeding. His chest rose and fell long calm breaths. "The cuts?" You asked, moving your hand down his arm to wrap your fingers in his.

"They wouldn't go away. Cas tried, as hard as he could. But they wouldn't go away. He wouldn't wake."

"I tried until I had no energy left," Cas assured you. "I don't know why it didn't work."

You stared at Dean's face, a tear slipping down your cheek. "It has to work. I don't know what I would do without him."

Both Cas and Sam's face were drawn tight with the pain they were feeling as well. "Y/N, we need to go make sure everything is taken care of back at that warehouse. Stay with Dean, and we'll be back as soon as possible."

They left, but you never lifted your head, staring at DEan as your heart shattered into a million pieces. Because your words had been true. After everything you had gone through, this couldn't be it. You couldn't lose him this way.