Post by Sam Winchester on Mar 6, 2014 23:25:03 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON ONE. EPISODE TWELVE.
"The kids are down here Dean" Sam shouted, having located the frightened bunch of children that the rawhead was planning to snack on. "Get them out of here." Dean gripped his 3000 volt charged taser-gun in one hand, his flashlight in the other and kept both eyes peeled. Sam ushered the boy and girl up the stairs and out of the building, telling them to stay where they were and to stick together. He would get them safely home after he and Dean finished the job. Sprinting back into the building, he called out for his brother on the way back down into the basement. "Dean?" No answer.
When he reached the bottom of the steps, he figured out, with heart-stopping accuracy, why his brother was not replying. He was lying on the ground in a large puddle of water, his taser gun held slackly in one hand, his eyes closed. "Dean!!!!" He splashed across to where his brother was lying unconscious and felt for a pulse desperately. Nothing.
~~~
Sam had been pacing the length of the hospital emergency waiting room for the better part of an hour before the doctor came to find him. Before the doctor could issue even one word, Sam pounced. "How is he??" The doctor gave Sam a somber pat on the shoulder before saying sadly, "the electrocution caused a major heart attack. His heart...well it's badly damaged." "How badly?" Sam could barely choke the question out, his stomach bunched in nerves and worry. "At this point all we can do is keep him comfortable, but I want you to be ready for the inevitable. I give him three weeks, maybe a month" warned the doctor.
Sam felt like he was going to be sick. He thanked the doctor for his efforts in a numb voice, and brushed past him, speed-walking to Dean's room. The older Winchester was propped up in bed, flipping through the multiple offered channels with a bored expression. When he noticed Sam, he jabbed the power button with his thumb. "Hiya Sammy. Hospital television sucks, did you know that?" Sam tried to smile, but something hot was blocking his throat and freezing the muscles of his jaw, making this impossible to do, so it may have looked more like a grimace at this point. "So let's talk options" he finally managed to say in a relatively stable voice. Dean spent a full minute hacking out a horrible sounding cough before looking at Sam as though he had grown another head. "What options? You mean like burial or cremation?"
"You're not going to die Dean" Sam said flatly. "I'll figure something out." "You heard the doctor, Sam." Dean coughed weakly a few more times. "There are no other options." Sam narrowed his eyes. "No other medical options maybe, but they don't know what we know."
~~~
He left the hospital and went straight to their motel to make some phone calls. The first one was to their father. As usual, John did not pick up so Sam was forced to leave a message. "Dad...I know you're probably busy and I know we've had our differences but this is not about us trying to find you. This is not about you or me at all. This is about Dean. He...he's dying and I..." Sam put a hand over the mouthpiece to muffle his strangled, half-repressed, sob, before pressing the phone back to his ear. "The doctors say they can't do anything else, but they don't know about faith healers and other things in the supernatural world like that. So I'm going to look around and get Dean some help. If you could...I don't know, if you could maybe just call me back? Please Dad."
He hung up, buried his head in his hands for a few minutes to compose himself and then continued making calls. About an hour into the process, he came across a fellow hunter that swore up and down he had met a true healer. He'd seen with his own two eyes that this man could cure even the most terminal of illnesses. Sam looked up as much information about the man as he could and returned to the hospital with renewed hope.
Unfortunately his brother did not see things the same way.
"The kids are down here Dean" Sam shouted, having located the frightened bunch of children that the rawhead was planning to snack on. "Get them out of here." Dean gripped his 3000 volt charged taser-gun in one hand, his flashlight in the other and kept both eyes peeled. Sam ushered the boy and girl up the stairs and out of the building, telling them to stay where they were and to stick together. He would get them safely home after he and Dean finished the job. Sprinting back into the building, he called out for his brother on the way back down into the basement. "Dean?" No answer.
When he reached the bottom of the steps, he figured out, with heart-stopping accuracy, why his brother was not replying. He was lying on the ground in a large puddle of water, his taser gun held slackly in one hand, his eyes closed. "Dean!!!!" He splashed across to where his brother was lying unconscious and felt for a pulse desperately. Nothing.
~~~
Sam had been pacing the length of the hospital emergency waiting room for the better part of an hour before the doctor came to find him. Before the doctor could issue even one word, Sam pounced. "How is he??" The doctor gave Sam a somber pat on the shoulder before saying sadly, "the electrocution caused a major heart attack. His heart...well it's badly damaged." "How badly?" Sam could barely choke the question out, his stomach bunched in nerves and worry. "At this point all we can do is keep him comfortable, but I want you to be ready for the inevitable. I give him three weeks, maybe a month" warned the doctor.
Sam felt like he was going to be sick. He thanked the doctor for his efforts in a numb voice, and brushed past him, speed-walking to Dean's room. The older Winchester was propped up in bed, flipping through the multiple offered channels with a bored expression. When he noticed Sam, he jabbed the power button with his thumb. "Hiya Sammy. Hospital television sucks, did you know that?" Sam tried to smile, but something hot was blocking his throat and freezing the muscles of his jaw, making this impossible to do, so it may have looked more like a grimace at this point. "So let's talk options" he finally managed to say in a relatively stable voice. Dean spent a full minute hacking out a horrible sounding cough before looking at Sam as though he had grown another head. "What options? You mean like burial or cremation?"
"You're not going to die Dean" Sam said flatly. "I'll figure something out." "You heard the doctor, Sam." Dean coughed weakly a few more times. "There are no other options." Sam narrowed his eyes. "No other medical options maybe, but they don't know what we know."
~~~
He left the hospital and went straight to their motel to make some phone calls. The first one was to their father. As usual, John did not pick up so Sam was forced to leave a message. "Dad...I know you're probably busy and I know we've had our differences but this is not about us trying to find you. This is not about you or me at all. This is about Dean. He...he's dying and I..." Sam put a hand over the mouthpiece to muffle his strangled, half-repressed, sob, before pressing the phone back to his ear. "The doctors say they can't do anything else, but they don't know about faith healers and other things in the supernatural world like that. So I'm going to look around and get Dean some help. If you could...I don't know, if you could maybe just call me back? Please Dad."
He hung up, buried his head in his hands for a few minutes to compose himself and then continued making calls. About an hour into the process, he came across a fellow hunter that swore up and down he had met a true healer. He'd seen with his own two eyes that this man could cure even the most terminal of illnesses. Sam looked up as much information about the man as he could and returned to the hospital with renewed hope.
Unfortunately his brother did not see things the same way.
