"Sammy! Look at me!" Dean grasped his younger brother's hand tightly as he held on to him running through door after door.
"Dean..." Sam whispered, he could make out the hazy form of his brother standing above him, he saw the flickering lights as he tried to listen to Dean's voice but all he could hear was Lucifer's laughter.
"Sammy... its gonna be okay..." Dean tried to shake Sam into staying focused. He didn't know what was happening to his brother but he was going to make Sam get better.
"We've got it from here Mr. Winchester." It was a nurse who held his arm as he helplessly watched Sam being wheeled away on the stretcher.
Dean stopped in his tracks, standing in the middle of the corridor, wondering how he had found himself in a hospital yet again. He didn't want to think about it, he just needed to know that his brother was going to be fine.
"Damnit..." Dean cursed as he slouched down on one of the plastic chairs lying in the waiting room.
If only he hadn't gone to sleep, if only he had noticed that something was off with his brother... maybe, he could have helped Sam before...
"Son of a bitch." He knew it was Lucifer. There was no other explanation for what was happening to Sam, somehow the damn Devil had gotten inside Sam's head again.
"Excuse me, Mr. Winchester?" The nurse was back. She was standing by the door, surprised to see that the waiting room was empty.
Dean jumped up, hoping for any news about Sam. How long had it been already? A few minutes? Hours? He didn't know anymore.
"Is... is my brother...?" He hesitated, but he had to know.
"Your brother seems to be doing fine but..." The nurse hesitated, unsure of how to go on.
"But what? what is it?" Dean hated the annoying suspense.
"There's a specialist coming in to take a look at your brother's case. He should be arriving in the morning. Until then, your bother's under observation." She finished.
Dean let the words sink in. His Sammy was going to be okay, he was going to make sure that nothing would happen to him. Sam was not just his duty, nor his responsibility, he was his life.
"Can... can I see him now?" Dean asked, knowing that once he was with Sam then everything wouldn't seem so bad.
"I'm sorry, the doctor is running some tests now. It'll take a little while longer." The nurse sounded apologetic this time, as she touched Dean's shoulder.
She sensed that there was something about this man in front of her that was different. She had been around patients and family members all her life and yet, this time, she saw someone who seemed as if his life depended on the survival of his brother.
"I'll just... grab some coffee then." Dean muttered to no one in particular as he headed out of the waiting room, he couldn't stand to see more whitewashed walls anymore.
As soon as he turned the corner of the corridor, he noticed a man barely 50 feet in front of him dressed in a black jacket and walking with his head tilted slightly. Dean was about to brush it off but there was a feeling nagging him that he knew this man.
"Great, now I'm the one getting hallucinations." He said to himself as the thought entered his mind.
Still, he was curious to see where the man was headed to, the corridor was deserted save for the exit doors and he seemed to be headed there. Dean kept his distance as he followed this strange man whose gait seemed so familiar to him. All that was missing was...
"Stop over-doing it Dean." He told himself, shaking his head clear of the notion that there was something that he had which belonged to the man in front of him.
He saw that the man had reached the doors and pushed them open, letting the cold air rush inside. Dean jogged ahead after him, not stopping the hope that had suddenly entered his mind.
"It's not possible." He kept repeating over and over again. “There is no way in hell that...”
They were outside the hospital now and he saw that the man had stopped walking, there was a couple standing in front of him staring at the man who was still as a statue suddenly. Dean didn't know if he should call out... so he waited. Barely a second later, the man turned around and raised his head; what Dean saw nearly knocked the breath out of him. It was impossible, Dean was sure his eyes were playing tricks on him. It couldn't be. This wasn't true, it wasn't happening.
After all these months of waiting, hoping, praying... he had saved the one thing that was the most important keepsake he had of the person whom he cared about as much as he cared for Sammy, as a token of his memory. Dean was sure that he had lost him that day in the lake... but now...
"Cas?"
"Dean..." Sam whispered, he could make out the hazy form of his brother standing above him, he saw the flickering lights as he tried to listen to Dean's voice but all he could hear was Lucifer's laughter.
"Sammy... its gonna be okay..." Dean tried to shake Sam into staying focused. He didn't know what was happening to his brother but he was going to make Sam get better.
"We've got it from here Mr. Winchester." It was a nurse who held his arm as he helplessly watched Sam being wheeled away on the stretcher.
Dean stopped in his tracks, standing in the middle of the corridor, wondering how he had found himself in a hospital yet again. He didn't want to think about it, he just needed to know that his brother was going to be fine.
"Damnit..." Dean cursed as he slouched down on one of the plastic chairs lying in the waiting room.
If only he hadn't gone to sleep, if only he had noticed that something was off with his brother... maybe, he could have helped Sam before...
"Son of a bitch." He knew it was Lucifer. There was no other explanation for what was happening to Sam, somehow the damn Devil had gotten inside Sam's head again.
"Excuse me, Mr. Winchester?" The nurse was back. She was standing by the door, surprised to see that the waiting room was empty.
Dean jumped up, hoping for any news about Sam. How long had it been already? A few minutes? Hours? He didn't know anymore.
"Is... is my brother...?" He hesitated, but he had to know.
"Your brother seems to be doing fine but..." The nurse hesitated, unsure of how to go on.
"But what? what is it?" Dean hated the annoying suspense.
"There's a specialist coming in to take a look at your brother's case. He should be arriving in the morning. Until then, your bother's under observation." She finished.
Dean let the words sink in. His Sammy was going to be okay, he was going to make sure that nothing would happen to him. Sam was not just his duty, nor his responsibility, he was his life.
"Can... can I see him now?" Dean asked, knowing that once he was with Sam then everything wouldn't seem so bad.
"I'm sorry, the doctor is running some tests now. It'll take a little while longer." The nurse sounded apologetic this time, as she touched Dean's shoulder.
She sensed that there was something about this man in front of her that was different. She had been around patients and family members all her life and yet, this time, she saw someone who seemed as if his life depended on the survival of his brother.
"I'll just... grab some coffee then." Dean muttered to no one in particular as he headed out of the waiting room, he couldn't stand to see more whitewashed walls anymore.
As soon as he turned the corner of the corridor, he noticed a man barely 50 feet in front of him dressed in a black jacket and walking with his head tilted slightly. Dean was about to brush it off but there was a feeling nagging him that he knew this man.
"Great, now I'm the one getting hallucinations." He said to himself as the thought entered his mind.
Still, he was curious to see where the man was headed to, the corridor was deserted save for the exit doors and he seemed to be headed there. Dean kept his distance as he followed this strange man whose gait seemed so familiar to him. All that was missing was...
"Stop over-doing it Dean." He told himself, shaking his head clear of the notion that there was something that he had which belonged to the man in front of him.
He saw that the man had reached the doors and pushed them open, letting the cold air rush inside. Dean jogged ahead after him, not stopping the hope that had suddenly entered his mind.
"It's not possible." He kept repeating over and over again. “There is no way in hell that...”
They were outside the hospital now and he saw that the man had stopped walking, there was a couple standing in front of him staring at the man who was still as a statue suddenly. Dean didn't know if he should call out... so he waited. Barely a second later, the man turned around and raised his head; what Dean saw nearly knocked the breath out of him. It was impossible, Dean was sure his eyes were playing tricks on him. It couldn't be. This wasn't true, it wasn't happening.
After all these months of waiting, hoping, praying... he had saved the one thing that was the most important keepsake he had of the person whom he cared about as much as he cared for Sammy, as a token of his memory. Dean was sure that he had lost him that day in the lake... but now...
"Cas?"
