Episode: Season 9 - I Think I'm Gonna Like It Here Pt. 1

Note: Word of warning before you read - this episode will be entirely in Dean's POV :)

Dean's POV:

Thoughts flitted through my head like rockets - one after the other in light-speed. Sam was passed out in the passenger seat beside me, his head resting on the window-pane while Parker was unconscious, stretched out on the backseat, splotches of blood covering her dress and skin. I swallowed the hard lump in my throat, gunning the engine as fast as it could go, well over the speed limit for the little town we were passing through. I didn't care though - I had to get them to the hospital. Since Cas didn't have his ears on to come heal them, the medics in town would have to do.

"Come on, stay with me, guys. Don't you die on me today." I muttered under my breath, knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel so hard as I took a hard right, landing us in the parking lot of the hospital.

With help from the nurses, I was able to get Sam and Parker inside before I was ushered into the waiting room. Sitting there by myself, just waiting on the news that one or both of them...it was the longest three hours of my life. When they finally called me back, it was for Parker. And even then, I couldn't...I couldn't bear to be in there with her right now. Not now. My green eyes gazed through the smudged glass window into the tiny room at her unconscious form - lying there so still. It made a pit form in my stomach to see her like that.

And even more so to know how I treated her before I left. A sharp pang started in my chest and I blinked back the tears that threatened to form in my eyes. I didn't have time to think on it further though before I was being propelled down the hallway by the nurses, taking me to the very last place I wanted to be right now - the hospital room of my little brother.

"The MRI shows massive internal burns affecting many of the major organs. Oxygen to the brain has been severely deprived. The coma is the result of the body doing everything in its limited power to protect itself from further harm," the doctor was saying.

I could feel my chest tightening with anxiety as I took in those words, trying not to let my eyes drift to his nearly-lifeless form on the bed, cuts and bruises lining his face.

"This wasn't supposed to happen," I breathed out in disbelief.

"If your brother continues on this trajectory, the machines might keep him alive, but-" the doctor said, looking hesitant before I cut him off.

"He'll be dead,"

"Technically, yes. I'm afraid so. So, there's - there's no recovery? I mean, there's no bounce-back? There's no nothing?"

"I'm afraid that's in God's hands now." the doctor said to me

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose between my forefinger and thumb, "And Parker? What about Parker? Is she going to be okay?"

The doctor was silent a moment before speaking, "She's lost a lot of blood. If...if she doesn't wake up soon, we're going to have to do an emergency C-Section to save the baby,"

"She-she said it was too early. She's not quite 9 months along yet-" I started, grabbing at straws before the man cut me off.

"No, she's not. It's too early in the trimester for the baby to be born yet. If goes ahead and wakes up, we should be able to stabilize her, maybe enough to wait but-"

"But she's not getting better..."

The doctor finally shook his head and I swallowed hard, feeling as if I'd just swallowed a bowl of thumb-tacks. Wordlessly then, I strode past him, ignoring the man when he called after me as I stalked down the hallway towards the small room with the sign above it that read 'Chapel'. I couldn't let this happen... I couldn't just let them die like that - either of them. Hopefully, Cas was back in action. As I walked gingerly down the aisle, I sat down at one of the mahogany pews before pressing my hands together vertically, palms inward.

"Cas, are you there? Sammy and Parker's hurt. They're hurt, uh, they're hurt pretty bad," I began to speak, praying to my winged-friend somewhere above, "And, um I know you think that I'm mad at you, okay? But I don't care that the angels fell. So whatever you did or didn't do, it doesn't matter, okay? We'll work it out. Please, man, I need you here..."

I waited, listening for the sound of wings, scrape of shoes - something, anything. But nothing came. Not one single sound, not a word from Cas's mouth met my ears. I sighed irritably before continuing.

"Okay, listen up. This one goes out to any angel with their ears on. This is Dean Winchester and I need your help. The deal is this - Linwood Memorial Hospital, Randolph, New York. The first one who can help me gets my help in return, and you know that ain't nothin'. It's no secret that we haven't always seen eye to eye. But you know that I am good for my word, and, uh, I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't needing, so..."

A tear rolled down my cheek then and I brushed it away with the pad of my thumb before I headed back to Sam and Parker - they needed me right now.