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Title: Future Consequences

Chapter Title: Chapter Five

Set After: Asylum (Like most of my Supernatural stories xD)

Summary: Of course Sam and Dean were having problems. Really, Sam shot Dean. They weren't exactly going to be buddy-buddy after that, now were they? But something happened that made them realize that they couldn't live their lives apart... And it shocked them into reality.

Warnings: character death; Dean crying

Dean sat in the hospital waiting room, Older Dean and Older Sam with him. Numerous thoughts were going through his head. What if Sam didn't make it? What if Sam did? What if Sam left Dean again, but this time permanently? What Sam became paralyzed? What if Dean never saw his brother walk again? What if Dean never saw Sam outside of a hospital again? Hell, it was enough to make anyone want to quit their day job and stay next to their brother forever.

"Dean, stop worrying," Older Sam said, looking over at Dean. Dean looked at his brother's future self. His hands were shaking and his breath was irregular. His eyes were wide. No, not Older Sam's. Dean's. Dean was freaking out. "If something was wrong with him I'd be the first to know."

Dean nodded, looking away from him. His legs were bobbing up and down. "Yeah... Yeah, you're right... God, why did he do that?"

"Why did he do what?" Older Dean asked, looking over at him.

"Why did he push me away? Why did he take the bullet? Didn't he know that I would want myself to die over him?" Dean asked, taking in a shaky breath. He looked down at the ground.

Older Sam nodded. "Yeah, he knew that. But you're not the only one who would die for their brother. Your Sam pushed you away because he didn't want you to get hurt... he didn't want to lose you. He loves you."

Dean took in a few more shaky breaths. "I don't know what I'll do if he doesn't come out okay... I don't know what I'll do without him..."

"He's fine," Older Sam reassured. He got up and walked over to Dean, sitting down next to him. "I promise he's fine."

"For now," Dean scoffed. He sighed, shaking his head. "I can't lose him. He's my best friend. He's all I have left... What am I supposed to do without him?"

Older Sam smiled slightly. "He'd want you to go on with your life. He wouldn't want to avenge him. He'd want you to find Jessica's killer and kill it. There isn't a day that goes by that he doesn't think about Jessica and how he blames himself for her death. And there isn't a night that goes by that thoughts of her dying doesn't haunt his dreams. He loved Jessica so much, Dean. If he died the only thing he'd want you to do is to finish what he started... to avenge Jessica."

Dean nodded. "Yeah... And if anything ever does happen to him that's what I'll do... I swear that's what I'll do." He looked over at Older Sam. "But he's alright right now?"

Older Sam nodded, smiling slightly. "Yeah. He's fine. If he died I wouldn't be here. If he was dying I'd start to disappear. He's fine. I don't feel ill or anything."

A doctor walked up to the three. Thankfully it was a doctor that Older Sam and Older Dean had dealt with before, and he knew all about the Supernatural. So he knew what was going on with the time lines and Sam's son.

"You can go see your brother now. He's awake, but he's resting."

Dean nodded and quickly walked through the hallways. He knocked on the door softly and walked in. He smiled at Sam as his brother looked at him. Dean sat down in the chair next to the bed. "Hey."

Sam smiled at his brother. "Hey, Dean."

"Everybody says you're gonna be okay," Dean said, feeling tears come to his eyes.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, Dean, I'll be fine. It was just a little gunshot wound."

"You shouldn't have pushed me out of the way," Dean whispered, a tear falling.

Sam looked down, uncomfortable and guilty about seeing his brother cry. Dean never cried. It just wasn't Dean-ish. But here he was, crying because they both knew that Sam was badly hurt.

"I couldn't let you die, Dean. I'm sorry, I just couldn't," Sam said, shaking his head. He looked at his brother. "You're too important to me."

Dean laughed slightly. "Sam, I'm the older brother here. I'm supposed to protect you. Not the other way around."

Sam shrugged. "I don't look at it as you're my older brother, Dean. I just look at it as you're my brother. And brothers look out for each other. No matter what."

Dean nodded. "Yeah..." He took a shaky breath, looking down at the ground. "Sam, you can't leave me. You can't."

Sam nodded. "I know, Dean. I'm not going to. Even if I --"

"Don't even say it," Dean said quickly, looking up at his brother. "Don't you dare even say it."

"Even if I do die, Dean, I'll always be with you... No matter what. I'll never leave your side. I promise you that," Sam whispered, tears coming to his own eyes.

Dean shook his head. "You're not gonna die, Sam. You're not."

Sam sighed. "But if I do --"

"You're not," Dean repeated.
"I had a dream, Dean -"

"Screw your dreams!" Dean yelled, standing up quickly. "I don't care! You're not gonna die!"

Sam looked down at his hands. "I am."

Dean shook his head, tears coming to his eyes. "No you're not. You're not."

Sam looked up at Dean. "I'm sorry."

A few tears fell from Dean's eyes, and he shook his head. "No, Sam... No..." he whispered.

"Mr. Winchester, can I speak to you outside for a moment?" the doctor asked, stepping in the room. Dean shook his head, unwilling to leave his brother's side. "Mr. Winchester, it's important."

"No," Dean growled, not taking his eyes off Sam.

"Mr. Winchester --"

"Go," Sam said, nodding. Their eyes linked, and Dean knew what he was saying. Sam was about to die any minute. And that was something he didn't want his older brother to see.

"No, Sam," Dean whispered, shaking his head. "No."

"Mr. Winchester, please," the doctor grabbed Dean's arm and started pulling him out of the room.

"Good bye, Dean," Sam whispered before the door closed.

The doctor led Dean a bit away from the room, towards the waiting room. "Mr. Winchester, the gun shot that your brother received is fatal."

"How fatal?" Dean asked, though he knew the answer.

"It stuck some important organs. I don't think --"

"Oh no," Older Sam said, causing Older Dean and Dean to look his way. He was disappearing. Fast.

"Sam!" Dean yelled, starting down the hall.

"Doctor, we're flat lining in 307!" a nurse yelled, running into the room.

"Sam!" Dean yelled, running into his brother's room. The doctor ran in and grabbed the paddles, rubbing them together before electrocuting Sam. Dean's brother's body jolted a bit, but his pulse didn't pick up.

"Oh, Sam, please... Please don't leave me."

"Again!" the doctor yelled, rubbing the paddles together and striking Sam. Still no pulse. Dean was about ready to take those himself and strike Sam a couple times. He wasn't going to lose him. Not again.


"Come on, Sammy, please... Please live..." Dean whispered.

"Again!" The doctor struck Sam, but still nothing. He sighed, setting down the paddles. "Time of death --"

"Sam!" Dean yelled, the tears now started the fall freely. He shook his head and ran over to his brother, grabbing his hand. "No, Sammy... No, please. Come back... Please come back... I won't be a smart ass anymore... I won't boss you around... I'll let you drive the Impala... just please come back... Sammy, please come back... Please don't leave me..." Then Dean did something no one ever thought he'd do. He started sobbing.

"I could save him any other time. But not now," Dean whispered, sitting on Older Dean's couch. The tears had stopped and now he was just feeling empty. "Why not now? Back home, the Hookman, Bloody Mary, the Woman in White... I could always save him. Why couldn't I now?"

Older Dean sighed, shaking his head. "Because this time it wasn't supernatural. It was as natural as it could get."

Dean shook his head. "So? We've faced worse than a bullet."

Older Dean shook his head. "You know what? To me normal everyday things are more scary than the supernatural. Because we've always had control over the supernatural. We knew its weakness and we knew how to defeat it... we knew how to save Sam from it if he got his ass in a difficult situation. But normal stuff? We don't have a clue. That's why you couldn't save him this time. It was a medical reason."

Dean sighed, shaking his head. "I just wanted to fix this time..."

Older Dean nodded. "I know... I finally realize how important Sam is to me... unfortunately it was too late."

Dean closed his eyes tightly. "How do I get back home?"

Older Dean looked at him. "Open your eyes."

"What?" Dean asked.

"Open your eyes."

Dean opened his eyes, gasping loudly. He looked around, his eyes wide. Wait. What? He was in his Impala and... Dean looked over, noticing Sam didn't look to happy. He looked upset and guilty. And, shit! Ow! Dean's chest hurt like a bitch! Wait... It had all been a dream... A warning... And now the two brothers were heading back to the motel from the asylum.

"You okay?" Sam asked, looking over at his brother for a moment. The gasp had caught his attention.

"Sam, pull the car over," Dean demanded.

"Dean --"

"Just pull the god damn car over!" Dean yelled. His brother sighed, then did as he was told. The two got out and Dean walked over to Sam. Then, suddenly, Dean hugged Sam. Not a normal, 'hey, what's up?' hug, but a 'I really love you' hug.

"Dean?" Sam asked as they pulled away. He had a look of pure confusion.

"Let's just say I had a dream of my own," Dean said softly. "And I forgive you."

Sam looked a bit shocked, and he raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

"I forgive you for what just happened back there... I really do," Dean said, smiling slightly.

"Must have been a hell of a dream," Sam said, shaking his head. He started walking around the car, then Dean shook his head, pushing his brother back. "I'm still driving?"

"You're still driving," Dean said, nodding. He climbed into the passenger seat.

"Damn. What happened in that dream of yours?" Sam asked, starting the car and slowly pulling back onto the road.

Dean grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Dean, I should tell you... I had a dream the other night..."

"What kind of dream?"

The End

Dean: See! You did kill him!

Haley: Sorta kinda...

Sam: Stop freaking. It was only a dream.

Dean: She's lucky that it was.

Haley: Anyway, thanks everyone for the reviews! I hope ya'll enjoyed the story! (Oh, and at the request of reviewers, that cliffhanger will turn into a sequel xP)