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E.R

(ALICE POV)

"Doc! Hey Doc! How is she"

I ran over to one of the doctors in charge of Zee. They smiled, and that lifted my spirit a bit.

"She's doing excellent. As well as John. You and Sam don't have many sustained injuries. Just a few quick to heal scratches. I'll grab some bandages and alcohol."

I smiled. "Thanks, doc. I heard you were letting my sister out later today."

They doctor nodded and smiled, then proceeded to get the supplies.

I walked into Zee's hospital room, and she smiled when she saw me, Sam was in there too.

"Hey."

"Hey. How's John and Dean."

I looked at Sam and gave him a look. We both sighed.

"John's ok, Zee. But Dean.... He's not doing so well. Zee you have to be prepared just in case something happens."

Zee shook her head and she looked over at Dean's room.

"No. No he's gonna make it. You're lying. You're all lying!"

Sam and I sighed, looking at each other. We decided to go see John, check up on him. Then Sam and I went to go get food and take a breather for an hour or two.

(ZEE POV)

The doctors finally let me free once they stabilized my wounds and current condition. Apparently Dean wasn't in a well enough state to be visited. A curtain was slid across the entrance to his room, and I could see shadows of nurses and doctors keeping him stable.

I decided to visit John, see how he was holding up. I walked into his room and he smiled, I did too.

"How's Sam?"

"Sam's fine."

John nodded, and I sat down in a chair.

"Good. I was worried. What about you?"

John asked, and I shrugged.

"I'm alright. But... Dean isn't doing so hot."

John shrugged, and I looked at him in disgust.

"Are you fucking joking! You're acting like you don't give a damn!"

John glared too, and started yelling at me.

"Well we need to get out of her so we can kill that damn demon!"

"DEAN IS DYING JOHN! He is your GODDAMN son and you don't give a rats ass about it!"

"I do care Zee, believe me!"

"No you don't! Dean told me about how you were never proud of him. You favored Sam! He loves you John, and he feels horrible. Like he's done something wrong! A father would never do that. Never."

John sighed and I ran my fingers through my hair. It was so stressful. I'd only been with the Winchester's for a few weeks. And grew to love them like family. They were.

That's when a bunch of surgeons ran to a room and started yelling and yelling the word 'flat line' I looked in fear to see where they were running. Then I ran as fast as possible.

"Oh God no! Please no!"

When I'd made it to the room a nurse grabbed me and wouldn't let me go.

"Get off me! Let me go! Please!"

"Ma'am. Ma'am! I need you to calm down!"

"Please! Dean! Let me go! Stop it!"

Then I saw the surgeons breathe a heavy sigh and started smiling.