MY Superhero


Summary: Superhero: A figure, especially in a comic strip or cartoon, endowed with superhuman powers and usually portrayed as fighting evil or crime. Aka. Dean. Dean was MY superhero

Set After: Post Devil's Trap

Disclaimer: Not mine… duh… I don't even live in Canada.. Lyrics belong to Hawk Nelson…

A/n: Well… here ends another story… second one in a row I've ever finished. I'm proud of myself. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it…


I looked back up at Dean. He looked so weak, so pathetic.

I was slowly beginning to lose hope in him waking up. Or even surviving. I tightened my grip on his hand, as if just doing that would make him better. But I knew better.

This was the end.

I wiped away more of the tears. They annoying things just wouldn't stop. How big of a chick flick moment was this? Seriously, it was like something right out of a soap opera.

Unfortunately this wasn't a soap opera. There was no camera, no OCD director that would yell cut and Dean would look up at me and laugh at the stupidity of the whole thing.

This was real life. And real life didn't have a director to yell cut when things weren't going the right way.

"Sam…" I heard a voice from the doorway. It sounded like the doctor. I refused to turn around.

"Sam… visiting hours are over…" he said slowly.

I turned and glared at him. "I'm not leaving…" I snapped.

"Sam, you have to go…"

I shook my head and tightened my grip. "No… I… don't…"

The doctor sighed. "Sam don't make me call security…"

Go ahead. He could call security. I wasn't leaving Dean. Not when any moment could be his last. I didn't want him being alone when he died. Even though he probably had no idea I was there… it was more for my own sake than his.

"Sam… don't make me do this…"

I just continued to glare at him. "My brother's dying… you said so yourself… you said he wouldn't make it through the night… but you want me to leave…" I shook my head, fighting back the tears that were on the verge of overflowing.

"I'm not leaving!"

"Sam, I don't want to do this…"

I locked eyes with the older man. "Then don't…"

It was that simple. If he didn't want to, why should he.

He shook his head. "It's my job Sam…"

"You know what…" I said, letting go of Dean's hand and getting up. I was stiff from sitting still for so long, but I didn't care.

"You know what…" I repeated. "My brother was the only thing I could ever really count on ever my entire life… And now… he's dying. So you're just going to let me stay here until he does or there's gonna be some serious hell to pay…"

I didn't realize how angry or threatening I sounded as the doctor actually began to look scared. "Sam…" he said slowly. "Sam… keeping you here after hours is such a big liability…" he explained. Like I didn't know that, I just didn't care.

If Dean was gonna die, I was gonna be right there until the end.

"One that this hospital just can't afford to take…"

"DAMMIT!" I shouted. I was angry. "I just don't want him to be alone!" My voice shook as I shouted at him.

The shouting was obviously causing a commotion when a nurse poked her head in the door. "Is everything okay in here?" she asked.

"Perfectly fine…" I snapped, not giving the doctor a chance to answer. "The doctor was just explaining on how he was going to let me spend the night here… weren't you?" I asked, sending a small glare towards the doctor.

He nodded. "Yes… yes…"

"Okay…" the nurse said, obviously confused as she disappeared from the door.

The doctor looked up at me. "I could have you thrown out of the hospital for that…" he said.

"But you won't…" I responded simply, going to sit back down in the chair, when a horrible sound reached my ears.

A horrible sound I'll probably never forget. A loud, screeching beeeeeeeeeeeeep.

I turned so quickly, I should have gotten whiplash. My eyes met the heart monitor, which had a flat line on it.

"Dean…" I said slowly.

I turned to the doctor. "DO SOMETHING!"

But the doctor was already gone.

A few seconds later I was pushed out of the room, the blinds shut. I could hear them shouting in there, but I knew it was already too late.

Dean was gone.

And the radio just continued playing music… music that burned…


"Your life dreams are shattered,

Now you're gone away.

We've cried here for hours,

And the hours turn to days.

We know you regret this,

Leaving us here,

With portraits and memories

That we've held so dear.

When I hear your name, it's not the same.

No matter what they say, I'm not okay."




A/n: Hope you liked that… sorry to NORCALchick… but this could be a happy ending, because did Dean die… or did the doctors get his heart to start again? The world may never know.

Thanks to my reviewers: Thru Terry's Eyes, NORCALchick, cutie-pie-rockchic, princesspeanut, Rhesa, Master Li