Chapter 01 — In My Time of Dying

Sam opens his eyes. Blood dripped down his face from a cut. The driver's side door of the Impala 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 trucking 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.

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

Addison lets out 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 been 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 replies.

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. He sees Addison trying to push herself up off of Dean. "Ads, don't move. Helps on the way. Okay? Just hang on."

Addison lets out a groan and slowly opens her eyes. A fluorescent light was above her. Her gaze flies around the hospital room. 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 forehead, 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 that 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 your leg was broken pretty badly, Ads. As soon as we got here, they put you in surgery for it."

Sam shifts and Addison stares at him. "What?"

"Your back wasn't broken, but the doctor said there was some damage to your spinal cord. They can't tell the extent of it until the swelling goes down."

Addison stares at her feet. "Oh."

Sam grabs her hand and she looks at him. "Ads, the doctor said that it looked like your spinal cord was still in tact."

Addison nods. She shifts and winces as pain shoots through her back. "What's the name on the insurance?"

"McGillicuddy and you're listed as being married to Dean."

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

Sam chuckles."No. I'm pretty sure it's listed as Addison McGillicuddy."

"How about you? On the outside you seem to be in one piece."

"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 and he has a dislocated shoulder, 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 gonna be fine," she mutters to herself. A tear slips out and she quickly wipes it away. Feeling a hand on her thigh, she opens her eyes. There was nothing there. Her hand goes to her neck, searching for her necklace. She sighs, realizing it wasn't there.

Dean sighs as he enters Addison's hospital room. He had spent the majority of the day, wandering around the hospital, trying to figure out what was going on since he had woken up out of his body. Sam was gone and John was asleep. Of course, it didn't matter since no one could see or hear him anyway. Addison was asleep and Dean turns his gaze to turn various machines that she was hooked up to. He sits down on the edge of her bed. "Man, Ads, this wasn't supposed to happen," Dean says. He runs a hand over his face. "We were supposed to find the demon and kill it. After that, I don't know." Addison groans and opens her eyes. Hope fills him. "Please tell me that you can hear me, Ads."

Dean watches as she reaches for the call button. "Mrs. McGillicuddy, how are you doing," the nurse brightly greets, entering the room.

"My back," Addison replies, wincing. "It feels like a thousand needles are stabbing me."

"Well, we can take care of that," the nurse says, pressing buttons on one of the machines. "Uh oh, looks like you've reached the maximum dosage allowed. Let me go get the doctor and see what we can do for you."

Addison forces a smile as the nurse walks out. "Yeah, you do that. I'll just lay here in agonizing pain."

Dean chuckles. "Yeah, that's gonna get you the pain killers you want, Ads." He watches as she rolls her eyes and he pauses. "Ads?"

Addison shifts, trying to find a more comfortable position. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. Dean covers her hand with his. "God, I could really go for drink," she mutters.

Dean shakes his head in amusement. "Yeah. You and me both, Ads."

Addison stares at the wheelchair with anger and determination written in her dark brown eyes. She had pulled the blanket off of her left leg. The red nail polish on her toes was chipped. She had been staring at her foot ever since the nurse had taken away the lunch tray. "I can do this," Addison tells herself. She concentrates on moving her toes, but nothing happens. She looks up when footsteps near and sees Sam run into her room. "What's wrong?"

"He wants to summon the fucking demon. Dean is dying, you have a spinal injury, and all he cares about is getting his fucking revenge," Sam angrily says, shutting the door to her room.

"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 damn thing. Dean…he almost just died and all Dad cares about is his stupid obsession."

Addison pats her bed and he sits down next to her. She wraps her arm around him and rests her cheek against his chest. "Everything's gonna be fine, Sam. You just gotta have faith that everything will be fine."

Sam rests his cheek on the top of her head. "When I was watching them work on Dean, I felt something."

"Like what?"

"Like Dean was there. Just out of sight."

Addison sighs. "Coma patients have been known to become spirits."

Sam sighs. "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." Sam presses a soft kiss to her cheek before standing up. "I'll be back in a minute."

"Sam," Addison says before he can walk out of the room. "Do you know where my necklace is?"

"No, but I'll find it," Sam replies. He shoots her a sad smile then walks out of the room.

A knock on the door causes Addison to look up from the tray of food that had been delivered. John enters the room, his left arm in a sling and fully dressed. "How are you feeling," he asks, sitting down in the chair next to her bed.

"Been better. The doctor says that I gotta have the cast on for at least six weeks. And my back's fine, except for some pain and swelling. But the doctor said I'll be okay," Addison says, leaning back. "How about you?"

"I'm fine."

Addison stares at John. "Don't summon the demon, John. You just…you shouldn't do it."

John nods in realization. "Sam told you."

"He didn't have to." Addison winces as she shifts. "Dean's gonna get better. We'll find a way to help him. But right now, his body just needs time to heal. Dean wouldn't want you to do this. Please, don't summon the demon."

John shakes his head and stands up. Addison's caught off guard when he hugs her. She awkwardly hugs him back. "Take care of them, Addison."

Addison shakes her head. "You don't need to do this, John."

John pulls back and places a hand on her shoulder. "Take care of him, Addison."

Addison sighs, knowing there was no way she would be able to talk John out of his idea. "Of course," she softly replies. She watches as John walks out of her room and crosses her arms over her chest. She leans back against the pillows and shakes her head in disbelief. "Fuck."

Addison wheels herself into Dean's room. It hadn't been easy, but she was able to talk a doctor into letting her use a wheelchair to see Dean. He was lying in the bed. Numerous tubes were attached to him. "Oh, Dean," she softly says, wheeling closer to the bed. She grabs his hand, being mindful of the IV and squeezes. "Dean, you gotta wake up. I-I can't lose you. 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." She wipes away the tears and takes a deep breath. "So, please, wake up."

She's still holding Dean's hand when Sam walks in. He was carrying a large paper bag. "Hey," he greets, giving her a soft smile. He sits down on the floor and takes out the ouija board. Addison pushes herself out of the wheelchair and Sam's immediately at her side. "Ads—"

"If you think I'm missing out on this, then you are out of your damn mind, Sam Winchester," Addison tells him.

"You have to stay in the chair, Addison. Unless you want your back injury to get worse," Sam argues, gently pushing her back into the wheelchair. He smiles when she huffs and looks away. He sits down on the floor next to her wheelchair and sets up the ouija board.

"You know, when I was fourteen my dad caught me using one of 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 shakes his head. "I need to tell them to lower your morphine."

"Or you could tell them to up it," Addison mutters and Sam shoots her a look. "What?"

Sam turns back to the ouija board. "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 places both of his hands on the planchette. "Dean, if you are here, 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," Sam says. 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 softly asks, exchanging a look with Sam. The planchette moves to 'Yes.'

"Dean, it's in the hospital, what you're hunting — do you know what it is," Sam questions. The planchette doesn't move. "What is it?" The planchette moves to the letters 'R' 'E' 'A' 'P.'

"Oh God," Addison says. "It's a reaper."

"Dean, is it after you?" The planchette moves to the word 'Yes.' Sam takes his hands off the planchette. "If it's here naturally…there's no way to stop it."

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

"Dad'll know what to do." Sam replies, standing up. "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. I'm not in the mood to recreate Ghost."

"Dad wasn't in his room," Sam says, reentering Dean's room. 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?"

Addison shrugs. "They know where I am."

"Just making sure."

Addison sighs as she washes her hands in the small bathroom attached to Dean's room. 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 before tossing it in the trashcan. Taking a deep breath, Addison slowly pushes herself out of the wheelchair. A searing pain shoots through her lower back and she quickly sits down. She opens the door and stops.

"We couldn't find anything in the book," Sam says 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 sadly chuckles. "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 Ads isn't as good as you at running interference between me and Dad." He sighs. "Dean, you gotta hold on. You can't go now, man. We were just starting to be brothers again. Can you hear me?"

Addison pulls the door open wider and wheels out of the bathroom. "Hey," she softly says.

"Guess you heard that, huh?"

"Yeah." Addison grabs his hand and squeezes. "Sam, we're gonna 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 breathing tube. Sam and Addison stare in shock. "Dean?"

"Sam, go get help," Addison says, snapping out of the shock. She wheels over to the bed as Sam makes his way to the door.

"Help," Sam shouts. "We need help!"

Addison sits next to Dean's bed while Sam stood next to her with a protective hand on the back of her wheelchair. Dean was lying the bed, perfectly fine. "I can't explain it," the doctor says, reading the chart. "The edema's vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You've got some kind of angel watching over you."

"Thanks, doc," Dean replies and they watch as the doctor walks out of the room. He looks at Sam and Addison, who had given him a cliff notes version over what had happened over the past few days. "So, you guys said a reaper was after me?"

"Yeah," Sam answers.

"How'd I ditch it?"

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

Dean shakes his head. "No. Except this pit in my stomach. Something's wrong."

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

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

John lightly smiles. "That's what matters."

"Where were you last night," Sam demands.

"I had some things to take care of."

"Well, that's specific."

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

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

"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?"

Sam stares at his father, taken back. "Dad, are you all right?"

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

"Yeah, yeah, sure," Sam says, grabbing Addison's chair. Addison lightly pats Dean's leg before Sam wheels her out.

"We should get some pudding," Addison says as they move towards the elevator. Once they're far enough from the room, she delivers a smack to his stomach. "What were you thinking?"

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

Addison sighs. "Sam, I get where you're coming form. Believe me, I do. But I just think you should've waited. You kinda brought down the mood there. We're all alive and healthy and in one piece."

"Except you're not, Ads."

"Yeah, but I'm alive. And that's what counts." Sam sighs, knowing that she was right. "Hey, did you ever find my necklace?"

"Oh, yeah," Sam replies, pulling a small plastic bag out of his pocket with a small gold necklace inside. He hands it to her and she shoots him a thankful smile. She moves to put it on but he quickly takes over for her. "There you go." His hand rests on the back of her neck.

"Thank you," Addison softly says. He watches as she fingers the gold cross and he squeezes her shoulder.

Addison wheels into Dean's room and tosses a pudding cup into his lap. Sam had went to look for John, while she made her way to Dean's room. "Courtesy of the hospital caf," she says, holding out a spoon.

"Where's Sam," Dean asks, taking the spoon from her.

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

"How do you feel?"

"Could be better, but I'm alive and that's what counts." Feeling his gaze on her, Addison sighs. "The doctor said that there was some damage to my spinal cord."

"Can you walk?"

"I don't know. I can't…I can't feel my toes," Addison quietly confesses. She clears her throat. "How about you, Mr. I Just Woke Up From A Coma?"

"Fine. Any idea when we can—" Dean stops when Sam rushes into the room.

"It's Dad. Something's wrong," Sam tells them. Dean throws the covers back and Sam helps him out of the bed. The trio makes their way down the hallway. They reach John's room and see him 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.

"I'm sorry, you can't be here," the nurse replies.

"Okay, let's try again — an amp of atropine," the doctor says.

"I'm sorry, but you have to leave," the nurse tells them.

"It's our Dad," Dean repeats. Addison reaches up and grasps Sam's hand. "Come on."

"Okay. Stop compression," the doctor orders.

"Come on, come on."

A nurse touches John's wrist. "Still no pulse," she says. Sam squeezes Addison's hand as a long beep comes from the heart monitor.

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