Since I've gotten a TON of story/favorite alerts and plenty of reviews requesting that I continue this story, I've decided to well...continue!

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Sam's Time of Dying

Chapter Two

Previously: John must have heard the tone with his oldest because he took a deep breath and said, "Son, there's a reason your brother has those visions..."

Now:

"What are you talking about?" Dean questioned, swallowing.

Sam's eyes widened, what did their dad know? What wasn't he telling them? The youngest son went over to the other side of their dad's bed.

The oldest Winchester focused his gaze on the blankets covering his bed, "Son, I don't know any of the details-just a few basics. But...if we can't save your brother, we have to kill him. I'm sorry, Dean."

Dean shook his head, "Dad, what are you talking about? How could...how could we kill Sam? There's no way in hell-"

"Dean, I don't want to do it but there are things you just don't understand right now." John tried to reason, "Killing your brother is the last thing I want to do, I'm just saying...it might be necessary Dean."

"How the hell is it necessary to kill me?" Sam shouted, knowing his family couldn't hear him.

"I'm not gonna kill him, Dad. And I won't sit back and watch you do it either." Dean stated, crossing his arms and glaring at his father.

John sighed, "Look, that's if we can't save him."

"Well what does that mean?" Dean and Sam said in unison, but John only heard one voice.

Taking a quick breath John said, "Dean on Sam's sixth month birthday...that demon did something to him. I'm not sure what...but he's not the only one. There are other kids with these...abilities like Sammy. The Demon wants your brother for some reason. I don't want Sam to be used by that son of a bitch."

"So what? We kill him?" Dean half-shouted angrily, "That's your solution? The bastard wants Sam so we kill my brother? We've still got the Colt, Dad. There's still a chance we can kill the demon and not Sam."

"Dean I'm just warning you, one day we might have to kill your brother. I don't want to do it, but it's gonna happen unless we can kill the Demon first. Son it took me twenty-three years to finally track that thing down, there's not a big chance we can do it again." he looked up at his oldest son.

"I don't give a damn how long it takes, as long as Sammy's still alive." Dean said, arms still crossed. A few moments of silence passed then Dean asked, "How long have you known about all of this?"

After a quiet sigh John replied, "A while."

"A while?" Sam shouted, ready to start punching walls out, "A while? You might have to kill me and all you kept it in for 'a while'? What the hell Dad?" Sam's arm swung out and knocked a glass of water onto the floor.

All three Winchesters were looking at the shattered glass on the floor, the water in a puddle around it.

"Uh..." Sam looked up at his brother. He felt some of his insides twitch, but ignored the feeling.

"That was..." Dean motioned towards the remains of the glass, "Weird."

They heard doctors running down the hall and John suggested, "Why don't you go see what's going on?" Dean nodded and unknowingly lead his brother back to the hallway Sam's room was in. Doctors and nurses were hurrying into Sam's room.

"What's goin' on?" Dean demanded as he was shoved out into the hallway, being denied access to his brother's room wasn't going too well with him. "Hey! What's-"

"Sir we're going to have to ask you to remain out here please." a short nurse with curly brown hair and olive toned skin said quickly, returning to Sam's room.

Dean continued to stare in shock at his brother's body as monitors buzzed and ringed and the medical staff attempted to keep him under control. Sam saw something standing over his body. It was a light green, ghostly figure and it placed it's hands on Sam's chest. Right above his heart.

"Hey!" Sam shouted, feeling his heart go out of control like the monitors were relaying to the doctors, "Get away from me!" The youngest Winchester grabbed the creature's arms and the thing disappeared.

Dean started for a brief second, he could have sworn he heard his brother shout something. But his brother was lying in a hospital bed, possibly dying by the sound of things. There's no way Sam could have said anything with a tube in his mouth, either.

The monitors quickly went back to normal and the medical staff slowly left the room.

"What the hell just happened to my brother?" Dean questioned, a little shaky.

"Honestly? No idea. He was fine one minute...then we aren't sure what really went on in here. Just as quickly as it came whatever happened stopped." the doctor informed him, "We'll keep a close eye on him." he promised before leaving.

"Damn it Sam, scared the shit out of me." Dean said, running a hand through his short hair.

"You're not the only one, Dean." Sam stated, looking for whatever had entered his room. "Dean, it's some kind of spirit..." he added on, he knew his brother couldn't hear him but... "But I could grab it so...that's something, I guess." For a moment, Sam thought Dean was looking right at him. But then his brother put his gaze on the Sam lying in the bed.

"I swear if you do that again I'll kick your ass." Dean promised. He left the room with one more glance back at his brother. Sam decided to stay in his room, just in case that thing came back. He was sitting on the floor against the wall when he heard someone yelling.

"Please! Look at me! Someone talk to me!" she shouted. Sam jumped up and followed the voice, listening as she begged for someone just to look at her or hear her.

"Can you see me?" Sam asked, grabbing a small girl with black hair by the shoulders.

"Yeah, can you see me?" she questioned after nodding.

Sam nodded.

"What's going on here?"

"I've got no idea, but I'm working on it. I'm Sam, by the way." Sam introduced himself quickly.

"Tessa. Am...am I dead?" she gulped out.

"No, no." Sam shook his head uncertainly, "I mean...I don't think so...I'm not dead. I'm still in the hospital...do you know what room you're in?"

Tessa led Sam to a room where she explained to him she was just getting an epidectime.

"Sorry but...I think there were some complications." Sam apologized, feeling horrible for the woman.

And I apologize for not being able to spell 'epidectime', I just sounded it out...don't judge me... :).