Title: On this Road; forevermore.
Summary: Continuation of On the Road with the Winchesters: Season 2 :D
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Andrea and her father.
this is short, its just the beginning of the epsiode :D i'll try and finish as much as i can before vacation, read and review!
Chapter 1: In my Time of Dying Part 1
I never remembered feeling so cold before. It was like ice was permanently attaching itself to my pores. Where was I? Fear gripped my body. Maybe I was dead. Wait; was this what death felt like? Would I open my eyes and see my own coffin leering above my head? Would I hear the dirt being poured over me? Was that what my own father heard? I wasn't aware of my surroundings and I kept trying to open my eyes. Some part of me didn't want to. Would opening my eyes be so much better than the darkness I'd seemed to become accustomed to? It felt like I'd been in this darkness for a long time; what had happened?
"My plans for you two—you two….and all the children like you."
"Dean!" I sobbed.
"He's lost a lot of blood." I said; my voice raw from crying. "We need to get him out of here."
it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.
I jerked awake, my eyes taking in the surroundings. I must have been having a nightmare because then and only then would I ever wake up in a friggin hospital. I tried moving around on the bed I was on but my back hurt; despite the IV I was hooked up to. Cheap hospital didn't even giving me the good pain killers. I managed to sit up and I everything was hazy. My vision and what had happened. Where were Dean and Sam? Fear and panic gripped my stomach. Were they even alive? I pushed the covers back and gripped my side as I forced myself out of the bed.
I got to the doorway and looked down the hallways. "Dean?" I called out. "Sam!"
No one even flinched at my screams. What the hell was going on? Where were my guys? I was starting to get really paranoid and I frantically went down the halls, looking in every room. Of course all I saw were sick old people. I was surprised none of the doctors or nurses had stopped me as I continued to yell for Dean and Sam. Hell, they didn't even look at me. I rolled my eyes. Whatever, that was easier. They didn't bother me and I didn't have to scream or drop kick any of them.
I turned the corner and headed down the stairs. I'm guessing I was near the front desk. I was about to head down there and ask the receptionist about the car crash I was in when I saw a man standing there already. My heart skipped a beat as I descended the last stair.
"Dean?" My voice crocked.
He turned slowly to look at me. For a minute I thought it wasn't him and he didn't look like he recognized me. "Andy?" He asked.
That's all I needed. I ran from the stairs and plowed myself into my arms. I squeezed him as tightly as I could and I could feel his arms go around me and hold me. He started rocking from side to side and I could feel his face bury itself in my hair.
"Oh my God…" It came out muffled against his shoulder.
He pulled back and put both of his hands on my face. He didn't say one word. He pushed his lips on mine, kissing me deeply and thankfully. I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. Dear God, I thought he had died. I thought I would never get to touch him again.
He finally pulled back and smiled; there were tears in his eyes. "I thought…"
"You thought?" I asked him skeptically. "You were bleeding against me in the back seat. I thought you were dead." I said, tears coming to my eyes at the memory.
He pulled me close to him and hugged me tightly. "No, I'm okay." He said rubbing my back. "See? I'm fine."
I pulled back from him and he smiled, wiping the tears off my face with his fingers. "You look pretty good for a car crash." He said, looking over me.
I looked at him oddly for a moment. "Yeah, you do too."
It was odd. He didn't have what looked like one scratch on him. I went to lift up his shirt and he chuckled. "Andy, if you want to take clothes off, let's find a closet somewhere huh?"
His chest was bare. "Dean, you don't have one mark on you."
He looked at me confused and then down at his chest. He hadn't noticed he didn't have huge gaping holes where all the blood had pooled out? "Now that I think about it, you don't either. That cut from the demon that was on your face, it's gone."
I looked up at him seriously. "We need to find Sam."
Dean nodded and took my hand in his. We went back up the stairs and continued to look through the rooms of the hospital. "Where the hell could they be?" I heard Dean ask himself as each of the rooms turned into a dead end.
Dean turned and I thought he was going to shake me. Instead he let go of my hand and grabbed my shoulders. "Don't think that."
"Dean…" I tread carefully. "We were in a car crash…."
"But they're not dead Andy." Dean argued.
I nodded and he let go of me, running a hand over his face. "I'm sorry; I'm just worried that's all."
He let out a sigh. "Yeah, me too. Come on, let's check down that hallway."
Dean lent out his hand again and I took it, squeezing it gratefully. We continued searching the rooms, my mind going a mile a minute. Suddenly I looked into one room as we passed it and saw Sam.
"Dean, stop." I said pulling on him. "Sam's right there." I said pointing back at the room.
We turned and backtracked and Dean let out a sigh of relief when he saw Sammy. "Damn, Sam. You have no idea how glad we are to see you." Dean said.
Sam didn't seem to hear him, because he didn't turn around. Dean and I exchanged a glance as he just kept looking foreword. There was someone in bed in front of him. For a minute I thought it was John, because who the hell else would Sam be checking on. But as Dean and I stepped on both sides of Sam, I nearly fainted.
It was me. I was in the bed.
I stepped back, almost tripping over my own feet. I was still lying in bed, tubes tied to my chest. I had an IV and was hooked up to a heart monitor. According to that my heart was beating painfully slow, which was ironic since I felt like I was having a heart attack. I wasn't breathing for myself either; I had a breathing machine hooked up to me too. Not to mention blood was being filtered and put back in. I watched as Sam moved around the bed to sit in a chair to hold my hand. He looked beat to hell, I guess that's what happens when your face is punched in by a demon and then you're in a car crash.
"Andy, please tell me you have a twin and didn't know about it." Dean said, looking between the bed and me.
What was he trying to spot the damn differences? "Dean, I think that's me."
"What do you mean, 'you think it's you?' How the hell could it be you Andy, you're standing right here." Dean yelled.
"Andy…" Sam was saying, tears pouring down his face. "Doctors say you aren't doing too well."
I shook my head and scoffed. "After all this time you'd think he'd remember that Doctors don't know what the hell they're talking about."
"And they say that you might not be able to wake up…"
"Screw that, you're waking up." Dean swore, looking at me.
"Dean, if I'm dead…"
"You're not dead." Dean shouted.
"Don't yell at me." I said quietly. "I'm just saying that if I'm…"
"No, we are not getting into this Andy. You're not dead, you can't be. I forbid it." Dean crossed his arms over his chest and looked at me in the bed. I looked at myself right along with him. What else could it be? I had a machine breathing for me, I could have been dead.
A thought occurred to me and I looked at Dean. "Dean, if you can see me…" He looked at me, the same thought now playing over in his mind.
"Come on." Dean said, grabbing my hand. We looked at the surrounding rooms and found Dean's body two doors down, around the same condition.
I leaned closed to him and looked between their faces. "I can't believe this." He swore, pacing nervously. I'd never seen him so worked up before. "What the hell are you looking for Andy? It's me." I knew he was starting to panic and that he hadn't really meant to yell at me but I was kind of annoying. I had been looking between Dean's body and Dean standing right in front of me like he had been doing with me before. Looking for differences to prove it wasn't really him in the bed.
"I don't know Dean." I said smiling. "This one in bed seems incredibly sexier to me."
He looked at me a moment trying to peg if I was serious and I just smiled. He shook his head. "I'm glad you think it's funny. We're becoming the Dead Hunters Club and you're making jokes."
"Oh, I'm not joking. I seriously think you have some completion here." I said sitting on the bed. He smiled slightly but then sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Come here." I said, holding my hand out to him. He walked over to me slowly and took my hand. "I know this is bad okay? But at least we're here together. It could be worse."
"How could anything be worse than dying?" He asked me quietly.
My breath caught in my throat and I shook my head. I didn't have an answer for that one. What was worse than watching each other die and not be able to do a damn thing about it? I stood up and hugged him tightly and he slowly brought himself around me. I could tell he was looking at himself in the bed, tied up to tubes and shallowly breathing. I ran my hands along his neck. "Sam and John will figure this out."
They had to.
"So…what else did the doctor say about Dean and Andy?" John asked Sam.
Dean and I had gone back to my room to look for Sam but he hadn't been there. We went farther down the hall and found John's room. I'd never seen Dean so relieved. It odd to be so happy that half your family was alive and well but then you remembered you were dying. It was definitely a weird feeling and I couldn't wait to be rid of it.
"Nothin'. Look, since the doctors won't do anything…then we'll have to, that's all." Sam said, determined. Good ol' Sam. I'm glad he was holding things together. "I don't know, I'll find some hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on them."
I smiled at Dean as he leaned against the one of the walls in the room. "I told you they'd do something. They're not just going to let us die Dean."
He put his finger to his mouth and told me to hush and I made the motion of zipping my mouth shut. He smiled and motioned to me to come over near him. He placed a kiss on my head as I went to lean against him.
"Sam…I don't know if you're gonna find anyone."
"We found that faith healer before." I said and ironically Sam mentioned the same thing.
"Well, that was one in a million." John answered, pushing the notion away. I felt like I was the one being told that.
"So what? What, do we just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?" Sam argued angrily. He had the right, hell I felt like punching the wall next to me. Actually, I felt like punching John. It was one of those situations that he had no idea what it felt like. I felt this pulling sensation every time I went past my room. Like I was slowly slipping away and there was nothing I could do.
"Where's the Colt?" John asked suddenly.
Sam looked at John annoyed. "Your son and Andy are dying, and you're worried about the Colt?" He spat.
"We are hunting this demon, and maybe it's hunting us, too. That gun may be our only card."
I rolled my eyes, pushing myself out of Dean's arms to leave. "Where are you going?" He asked me.
"To my room, I've heard enough bullshit to make my ears hurt."
I left before I heard his reply. But when I got to my room, I couldn't stay there. There were only so many minutes you could stand looking at yourself tied to tubes and dying. No, I had to get out of there.
I turned the corner to head back to Dean and nearly ran into Sam. Which was ironic since I technically wasn't there. He walked straight through me. It felt like my molecules were being shattered into a million pieces and for a minute I could feel everything that had to do with Sam. I could feel the paper in his hand and I could feel how angry and upset his was. I felt the throbbing of the cuts and bruises on his face and the headache he had acquired from talking to his father. I felt the blood that was on his jacket from the crash and for a minute, as I turned to look at him, I could have swore he had felt me too.
He looked right at me, although I didn't think he actually saw me. He then glanced in my room.
"Andy?" He asked to nothing in particular.
"You felt it too didn't you? Come on psychic wonder, answer me." I begged him.
He just shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, like it had been all in his head. I realized he had dropped the paper on the floor and went to pick it up; which was just about as good as picking up water with a strainer. My hand went right through the paper and I scrunched my eyes at the list of items on there. Acacia? Oil of Abramelin? What's that stuff for? I knew it; it was right on the tip of my tongue.
Sam's hand went right on top of mine and he paused. I thought he felt me again but he shook his head and picked up the paper.
"Sam?" I tried, even though it was wishful thinking.
Nothing. He turned right around and walked out the hospital doors.
"Damn it." I swore. I shook my head, turning to head back to Dean. I stopped right in my tracks as that list of stuff clicked in my head. It was used to summon a demon.
I went to look for Dean in John's room but neither of them were there. Before having the heart attack of not being able to find anyone again I looked in my room and then in Dean's. I could see John on one side of Dean's bed and I stood in front of the open door. He was just sitting there, looking over his son quietly. I was about to feel horrible for him but then I remembered what I had to find Dean for. He was summoning this fucking demon to the hospital; he didn't deserve one lick of my sympathy.
I then heard someone clear their throat, in an effort to hold back tears and I knew it was Dean. He was continuing a conversation, basically with himself, but he was talking to his dad. "I've given everything I've ever had. And now you're just gonna sit there, and you're gonna watch me die? I mean what the hell kind of father are you?" He asked him.
I walked in side the room slowly and saw him leaning against the wall, tears close to pouring down his face. He saw me and sniffled, wiping them off his cheeks.
"You okay?" I asked him gently and he nodded.
He put his arms up against his chest again; like somehow that would block me from how he really felt. I put my hands on one of his arms and pried it away from the other one. He wrapped it around my waist and I kissed him on the cheek, stroking his shoulder comfortingly. I couldn't bear to tell him what that list had been for. I couldn't do it. He was falling apart right in front of me and I wasn't going to be the one responsible for the losing of his pieces. I just couldn't and wouldn't do it.
Suddenly, my heart throbbed painfully in my chest and I shuddered, moaning in pain.
Dean pulled back, his hands on my shoulders. "Andy, what is it?"
I grabbed my chest. "I don't know." I shook my head, letting out a groan. "Something's wrong." I whimpered.
I sunk to my knees as each of my heartbeats carried a package of dynamite to my bloodstream. It felt like every cell in my body was exploding.
Dean kneeled down next to me and squeezed my shoulders before taking off into the hallway and down to my room. I was having trouble breathing and everything seemed to hurt. I looked to Dean in his bed and to John and suddenly my own room flashed before my eyes. The hospital bed I was in, I could feel it below my hands. But then suddenly I couldn't and the coldness of the wall was up against my back again. It happened one more time in rapid succession and then finally I collapsed against the floor, hearing Dean call out my name.
I was pretty sure I was dying.
"Andy, come on, don't do this to me." Dean pleaded, shaking me again.
I shook my head and groaned. "Dean, stop shaking me. I'm not a rag doll and you can disconnect my brain stem." I muttered.
Dean grinned and pulled me against him, hugging me as tightly as he could. "I thought you were dead."
I sighed. "I did too. What happened?" I asked him.
He pulled back and shrugged. "I don't know."
"You went to my room, was anything attacking me or…?"
Dean shook his head no and ran his hands over my face. "No, nothing. You were fine. Your heart was beating healthy and everything."
"Healthy?" I asked him and he nodded, helping me up off the floor.
We went to my room and I realized that the breathing tube had been taken out of my mouth and he was right, my heart was beating healthily. That's when it occurred to me. I wasn't dying. I was getting better and trying to wake up.