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Chapter 01 - In My Time of Dying

Sam opens his eyes. Blood dripped down his face from a cut. The door is suddenly ripped off the hinges and he looks to see a man. The man wore a trucker hat, had a beard, and jet black eyes. Sam clutches the Colt that was sitting in his lap. "Get back. Or I'll kill you, I swear to God," he coldly tells the demon.

"You won't," the demon counters. "You're saving that bullet for someone else."

Sam cocks the Colt and aims it at the demon's heart. "You wanna bet?"

The truck driver screams and a large, black cloud erupts from the man's mouth. The truck driver collapses to the ground. Sam lets out a breath and lets his head fall back against the seat. The truck driver stares in horror at the truck and the smashed up Impala. "Oh my God."

"Dad," Sam asks, looking to his right. John doesn't move or acknowledge him.

"Did I do this," the truck driver asks.

Sam ignores him. "Dad! Dean? Dean! Addison? Addison!" A groan comes from the back seat and hope fills Sam. "Dean? Addison?"

"Sam," Addison painfully moans.

"Addison, just stay with me. Stay awake. Okay? Please," Sam begs.

A pained chuckle. "I - I'll do my...best."

Sam turns to glance in the backseat. Dean was unconscious and covered in blood, while Addison was lying on top of him. The right side of the Impala had smashed in, with the backside taking the brunt of the damage. Sam takes a deep breath. "Ads, is - is Dean..."

"He's - he's still alive," Addison pants.

Sam looks over his unconscious father. He reaches out and lightly shakes him. "Dad? Dad?"

"Sam, I - I can't feel..."

Sam glances in the rearview mirror. "Ads, helps on the way. Just hang on."


Addison lets out a groan and slowly opens her eyes. A fluorescent light was above her. Pain from her right leg and back hit her. Her gaze flies around the room, not recognizing anything. Soft footsteps enter the room and she looks to see Sam. He rushes over and tightly embraces her. He presses a soft kiss to her head, ignoring the sterilized hospital smell. She hugs him back, enjoying the warmth from him. "How are you feeling," Sam asks, letting go of her and sitting on the edge of the bed. He places a hand on her thigh, something neither of them notice.

"Uh, my back hurts a bit and my leg really, really hurts," Addison tiredly replies, laying back against the pillows.

"The doctor said that you're back is fine, just bruised and sore, but your leg is broken pretty badly, Ads. I think as soon as we got here, they put you in surgery for it."

Addison winces as she tries to get more comfortable. "Nice."

"The name on the insurance is McGillicuddy."

"I swear if my first name on there is Lucy, someone's ass is going to be kicked," Addison jokes and Sam laughs.

"No. It's, uh, it's Addison."

"How are you?"

"I'm fine. Just a few bruises and scrapes."

Addison reaches up and lightly touches his face, examining the bruises. "Looks like most of it is from that demon."

"Yeah," Sam softly answers, slightly leaning into Addison's touch. He takes a deep breath. "Dad's fine. Banged up, but he's gonna be fine. Dean, he's - he's in a coma."

"A coma," Addison repeats and Sam nods. "He's gonna wake up, right?"

"They don't know. The doctor said that he has some serious injuries. And they won't know the full extent of his injuries until he wakes up."

"Well, we'll just have to be hopeful and wait patiently for him to wake up. And if Dean decides to be a stubborn ass, then we'll find something."

"Yeah. I'm going to meet Bobby and pick up some stuff. Do you want anything?" Addison shakes her head. Sam hugs her and kisses her cheek. "I won't be long. I promise."

Addison pulls back and gives him a soft smile. She leans against the pillows and watches as Sam walks out. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "Everything is going to be fine. Everything is going to be fine," she mutters. She opens her eyes. A tear slips out and she quickly wipes it away. "Everything is going to be fine." A hand pats her thigh and Addison looks around, confused. "I think they gave me too much morphine."


Addison stares at the crutches with determination written in her dark brown eyes. The nurse had taken her down to physical therapy to learn how to use them, through she wasn't really good at. She grabs the crutches and pushes herself off of the bed. Tentatively, she takes a step forward using them. Addison makes her way out in the hallway and laughs. "Addison." She turns around and smiles when she sees Sam.

"Look, they gave me my own set of crutches," Addison brightly says. She frowns seeing the upset look on Sam's face. "What's the matter?"

"Can we talk? In your room," Sam asks.

"Yeah, of course." They walk back into her room and Addison sits down on the bed. Sam sits next to her. "Sam, what's wrong?"

"He wants to summon the damn demon. Dean is dying and all he cares about is getting his stupid revenge," Sam angrily says.

Addison grabs Sam's hand. "I'm sure John cares about Dean getting better."

Sam shakes his head. "He had me get this stuff, said it was for protection from the demon. Except Bobby said it's used for summoning the fucking demon. Dean…he almost just died and all Dad cares about his stupid obsession."

Addison wraps her arms around his neck. Sam buries his face in her neck. She rubs his back when she feels wetness. "Everything is going to be fine, Sam. Just...have faith that everything will be fine." Addison lets go of Sam and smiles. "C'mon, you gotta sign my cast. And remember to make it funny…or dirty. Wait, dirty funny."

Sam laughs and wipes the remaining tears away. "There's something else. When I was watching the doctor and nurse work on Dean, I felt something."

"Sam, that's a little TMI. I mean, that nurse is hot and all-"

"Addison," Sam interrupts, shooting her an annoyed look and Addison laughs. "I'm not talking about that. It felt like Dean was there. Just out of sight."

Addison raises an eyebrow. "Like Dean's a ghost?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"Well, then you know what you gotta get, right? It's the easiest way to check and make sure."

"Yeah. I was on my way, then I saw you in the hallway."

Addison pushes Sam off the bed. She slaps his ass. "Hop hop, get to it, Sam. And don't forget to get a marker so you can sign my cast."


A knock on the door causes Addison to look up from the pudding cup she was eating. John enters her room, arm in a sling and fully dressed. "How are you feeling," he asks, sitting down in the chair next to her bed.

"Been better. But my back doesn't hurt as much. And the doctor says that I gotta have the cast on for at least six weeks," Addison answers, placing the empty pudding cup on the tray in front of her. "How about you?"

"I'm fine."

Addison nods. She bites her lip. "Don't summon the demon, John. You just…you shouldn't do it."

"Sam told you, huh?"

"Yeah. Dean's gonna get better. You don't have to summon it."

"You're a lot like Patrick, Addison. I'm pretty sure he would've told me the same thing."

"I know. And I'm going to keep saying it. Don't do it. Dean will get better. His body just needs time to heal. You can't expect him to be perfectly fine after what the demon did to him."

"You're right."

Addison smirks. "I'm always right."

John smiles and hugs Addison, catching her off guard. She awkwardly hugs him back. He pulls away. "Take care of them, Addison."

"I will," Addison softly replies, giving him a smile. She watches as John walks out of her room. She stares at the pudding cup and lets out a sigh. "I need more pudding."


Addison enters Dean's room and takes a deep breath. He was lying in the bed. Numerous tubes were attached to him. "Oh, Dean," she softly says. She hobbles over a chair sitting next to his bed and sits down. She grabs his hand, being mindful of the IV, and squeezes it. "Dean you gotta wake up. I-I can't lose you." She blinks back the tears. "You're my best friend. I need you in my life. I just…I can't lose you, Dean. You're one of the most important people in my life. So, please wake up."

Addison lets out of his hand and wipes away the tears. Fifteen minutes later, Sam walks in carrying a large paper bag. "Hey," he says, giving her a soft smile. He sits down on the floor and takes out the ouija board. Addison gets out of the chair and hobbles over to him. Sam quickly stands up and helps her. "Ads-"

"If you think I'm missing out on this, then you are out of your damn mind," Addison interrupts. Sam smiles and helps her sit down on the floor, before sitting down next to her. "You know, when I was fourteen my dad caught me using on these. He was so pissed. But I think it was more because I wanted to talk to Napoleon. He wasn't real big on me trying to talk to nineteenth century dicks who wanted to take over the world."

Sam laughs and shakes his head. "Addison, we have to be serious about this."

"Alright, fine." She waves her hand in front of her face. "I got my serious face on."

"Dean, we think maybe you're around and if you are…don't make fun of me for this, but, um, we can use this to talk."

Sam and Addison each place a hand on the planchette. "Dean, if you are there, then give us a sign," Addison says and Sam stares at her. "Fine. Dean, are you here?"

The planchette moves to the word 'yes' and they smile. "It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you, Dean."

"Yeah, cause you would've already written something dirty and funny on my cast."

The planchette moves to the letters 'H' and 'U'.

"Dean, what? H…U…" The planchette moves to the letter 'N'.

"Dean, are you hunting," Addison asks, worry etched on her features.

The planchette moves to 'Yes.'

"Dean, it's in the hospital, what you're hunting - do you know what it is," Sam asks. The planchette doesn't move. "What is it?"

The planchette moves to the letters 'R', 'E', 'A', 'P'.

"Oh my God," Addison lets out. "It's a reaper."

"Dean, is it after you," Sam asks.

The planchette moves to the word 'Yes'.

Sam and Addison take their hands off the planchette. "If it's here naturally…there's no way to stop it."

"No. Screw that," Addison says, shaking her head. "We will find Death and break its leg with a baseball bat or something."

"Dad'll know what to do," Sam replies, standing up. He helps Addison up and back into the chair. "I'll be back real quick."

Addison looks at Dean's body. "I swear to God, if you even think about feeling me up, I'll kick your ghost ass, Dean. I mean it," she says.

Sam walks back in. "Hey, Dad wasn't in his room," he says, walking over to where Addison was sitting. He holds up John's journal. "But I got his journal. There could be something in here." He starts to look through the journal, but stops. "Shouldn't we get you back to your room, Ads?"

"Sam, I got a broken leg. I'm not on the super critical patient list."

"Just making sure."


Addison leans against the sink in the small bathroom attached to Dean's room and washes her hands. She and Sam had been unable to find anything in John's journal that could help them with the reaper. She grabs a paper towel and dries her hands. She tosses it into the trashcan. She grabs her crutches and silently opens the door.

"We couldn't find anything in the book," Sam says. Addison stands there, realizing he was talking to Dean. "I don't know how to help you. But me and Ads, we'll keep trying, all right? As long as you keep fighting." Sam lets out a sad laugh. "I mean, come on, you can't leave me here alone with Dad, we'll kill each other, you know that. And we both know Addison isn't as good as you at running interference between me and Dad. Dean, you gotta hold on. You can't go now, man. We were just starting to be brothers again…can you hear me?"

Nothing happens. Addison walks out of the bathroom and Sam looks up. "Hey," she softly says.

"Guess you heard that, huh?"

"Yeah." Addison grabs his hand and squeezes. "Sam, we're going to do everything we can. It's just gonna take some time. We'll start in the morning. We'll look through every book we can think of, call everyone that might be able to help. But we are gonna do everything we can."

"Thanks-" Dean jumps and gags on the breath tube. Sam and Addison stare in shock. "Dean?"

"Sam, go get help," Addison says, snapping out of the shock. She hobbles over to the bed as Sam goes to the door.

"Help," Sam shouts in the hallway. "We need help!"


Addison sat in the chair and Sam stood next to her. Dean was lying in bed, perfectly fine. The doctor was at the end of the bed, reading from the chart. "I can't explain it. The edema's vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You've got some kind of angel watching over you," the doctor explains.

"Thanks, doc," Dean replies and the doctor walks out of the room. He looks at Sam and Addison. "So you guys said a reaper was after me?"

"Yeah," Sam answers.

"How'd I ditch it?"

"No clue," Addison says. "Dean, you honestly don't remember a thing?"

"No. Except this pit in my stomach. Something's wrong."

A knock comes from the door and they all look to see John enter. "How you feeling, dude," John asks Dean.

Dean shrugs. "Fine, I guess. I'm alive."

"That's what matters."

"Where were you last night," Sam angrily demands.

"I had some things to take care of."

"Well, that's specific."

"Sam," Addison says, giving him a disapproving look.

"Did you go after the demon," Sam asks.

"No," John answers.

Sam scoffs. "You know, why don't I believe you right now?"

John sadly smiles at his youngest son. "Can we not fight? You know, half the time we're fighting, I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Sammy, I - I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could. I just don't wanna fight anymore, okay?"

"Dad, are you all right," Sam asks, taken back.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm just tired," John replies. "Hey, Sam, Addison, would you, uh…would you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?"

"Yeah, yeah sure," Sam says, helping Addison out of the chair.

"We should get some pudding," Addison says as she walks out of the room with Sam. "Oh, chocolate pudding." Once they're far enough from the room, Addison slaps Sam on the shoulder. "I hit your shoulder cause I can't reach the back of your damn head, Gigantor."

"Sorry," Sam replies. They reach the elevator and Sam presses the down button. The elevator doors open and they get in. Addison presses the button for the floor where the cafeteria was. "I just…I wanted to know, Addison. He goes missing for the entire night and Dean suddenly gets better-"

"Sam, I get where you're coming from. Believe me, I do. I just think you should've waited. You kinda brought down the mood there. We're all alive and healthy and all that other stuff."

"Except for your broken leg, Ads."

"Yeah, but I'm alive. And that's what counts."


Addison hobbles in Dean's room and drops a pudding cup into his lap. She climbs onto the edge of the bed and pulls out another pudding cup and two spoons. "Courtesy of the hospital caf," she says.

"Where's Sam," Dean asks, taking the spoon and pudding.

"He went to find your Dad to give him the world's best cup of coffee."

"How do you feel?"

"I'm fine. Except for my leg. FYI, you have to sign my cast. And it has to be something dirty funny. How about you, Mr.-I-Just-Woke-Up-From-A-Coma?"

"Fine. You got a-" Dean stops when Sam rushes into the room.

"It's Dad. Something's wrong," Sam frantically explains. Addison grabs her crutches and stands up. Sam helps Dean out of the bed and they wall make their way down the hallway. They reach a room and see John lying on a bed, with a doctor and nurses working on him.

A nurse walks over to them. "No, no, no, it's our Dad. It's our Dad," Dean tells her and the nurse nods, walking back over.

"Okay, let's try again - an amp of atropine," the doctor tells the nurses.

"Come on," Dean mutters. Sam reaches down and grasps Addison's hand.

"Okay. Stop compression."

"Come on, come on."

A nurse touches John's wrist. "Still no pulse." Addison squeezes Sam's hand back as a long beep comes from a machine.

"Okay, that's it, everybody. I'll call it. Time of death - 10:41 A.M."