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Special shout out to AuthorA97 for betaing this as well as helping me make sure everyone stays in character.
In My Time of...Wait A Minute No One's Dying!
John Winchester struggled to open his eyes as he tries to recall what had just happened. They were on their way to the hospital after Yellow Eyes escaped. He and Sam were about to start on another argument but everything goes black after that. John finally manages to open his eyes and saw that he was indeed in a hospital. His arm is in a sling and he was hooked up to monitors.
Right at that moment a doctor and nurse came in. Seeing that he was awake they rushed over to check on him.
"What happened?" John managed to croak out.
"Car accident." Was the doctor's curt reply. He shined his penlight in John's eyes.
A wave of panic swept over him. "My sons?"
"They're alive." The nurse replied as she wrote something on her clipboard.
The doctor finished his exam on John. "Your youngest is already awake. He was the least injured of you three. Your oldest is currently in a medically induced coma. He's had contusions to his liver and kidney as well as some minor blood loss. Nothing too severe but we're keeping him sedated until he's more recovered."
John nodded while relief swept over him. "That's good to here. Can I see them?"
As the doctor walked out he gave John a small smile. "I'll let your youngest know that your awake but you still need rest so you can't leave the room right now."
John nodded in understanding.
A short while later Sam came in.
"Hey Dad, how are you feeling?" he asked.
"I'm fine," John replied as he nodded to his jacket. "Can you get my wallet for me please?" Sam did as asked and John fumbles as he got a card out of his wallet. "Here give them my insurance."
Sam takes the card and reads the name on it. "Elroy McGillicutty?" he asked with a chuckle.
"And his two loving sons," John added. After a moment, he asked, "Where's the Colt?"
Sam looked confused. "In the trunk of the car. Bobby's got it now. Why?"
"I need you to grab the Colt and bring it back her alright," John ordered.
Sam scoffed. "Is that really a priority right now. Dean's in a coma, you've got a broken arm-"
"And there's a good chance the demon's gonna try to finish us off if he gets the chance." John interrupted.
Sam threw his arms up in defeat. Much as he wanted to, he really couldn't argue with that.
John then handed Sam a small sheet of paper. "I'll also need these as well. Can you have Bobby pick them up for me?" he asked.
Sam looked a the paper in confusion. "Acacia? Oil of Abramelin? What's all this stuff for?" He couldn't help but ask.
"Protection from the demon," John answered.
Sam nodded and started to leave before he remembered something. "Hey Dad, the demon said he had plans for me and others like me. Do you know what he meant by that?" Sam asked.
John paused for a second. Of course, he knew what those plans are, but he didn't have the heart to tell Sam. From what he could see, Sam wasn't going dark with these powers. At least not yet anyway. So he just shook his head in denial. With that Sam left the room.
A little while later the doctor came back in to do another check on John. Afterward, he said that John could go out and stretch his legs and he went over to Dean's room.
John's heart clenched at the sight of his oldest on the hospital bed hooked up to several monitors. He went and sat on a chair near Dean's bed and grasped his hand.
"You did real good, son. You know that right? You were able to figure it out and you were able to save me. Me and your brother. You've done so much for us. I just want you to know that I'm proud of you."
In reality, John should have waited until Dean actually woke up before he said all this but he knew he wouldn't be able to otherwise. After a few more minutes the doctor came back in and explain that Dean's recovery was going well and that he should be waking up soon. With that John left to return to his own room and see if Sam has returned with the items he asked for.
His room was empty when he returned to it but he didn't have to wait much longer until Sam came back with a bag in his hand. As he set the bag down onto the bed he turned to John and he was fuming. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?"
"What are you talking about?" John asked.
"That stuff you had Bobby get. You don't use it to ward off a demon you use it to summon one." Sam told him.
John held up a hand to try and pacify Sam. "Don't worry I have a plan."
"Dean's not even awake yet and you have a plan!" Sam cried out in disbelief. "You know what you seem to care more about killing this demon than you care about looking after your own sons."
"Don't tell me how I feel. I am doing this for Dean." John augured.
"How?" Sam asked. "How is revenge going to help him recover faster? You don't think about anyone but yourself it's the same stupid selfish obsession."
John rolled his eyes. "You know, I was beginning to think it was your obsession as well. This thing killed your mother and your girlfriend. Now if you had shot the thing when I told you to, none of this would have happened."
"It was possessing you Dad, I would have killed you!" Sam countered.
"Yea and your brother would be awake right now!" John countered back.
"You know, all this shouting is enough to wake the dead." Dean's voice came from the doorway as he stumbled in. Sam quickly ran up to Dean to hold him steady.
"How are you feeling?" John asked him.
"A little woozy from the painkillers, otherwise I'm fine." Dean slurred. "But you know what Dad, Sammy's got a point. I mean what if it was him that got possessed by old Yellow Eyes? Or me? Would you shoot one of us? Well, Dad-" Dean blinked. His dark green eyes turned an ugly glowing yellow. "Would you?"
John shot up out of the hospital bed, Colt in his uninjured hand. Sam quickly stepped away from his possessed brother. Eyes darting between him and his father. Yellow Eyes spread his arms out. "Hi Johnny, so good to see you made it. You still have something I need."
"What makes you think I'm going to be handing you this?" John asked gesturing to the Colt. Yellow Eyes raised an eyebrow.
"Well, Johnny the way I see it you've got three options. Option one: you can put that bullet in me like you've been wanting to do for years. Just know that Dean will be coming with me if you do. We'll have a grand ole time downstairs."
Sam looked at John whose face was set in a hard glare. John refused to look anywhere else but the demon that had stolen so much of his life.
"Option two: You keep the Colt and I kill Dean anyway." He looked up. "Very nice ceiling here. Though this room is a little cold for my taste." Both John and Sam tensed up at the implication.
"And option three?" Sam asked.
Yellow Eyes looked back at Sam. "You give me the Colt and the bullet. And I'll give you back Dean. Won't even leave any scratches on him. Everyone wins."
John hung his head and looked towards Sam. Sam's eyes were closed, his head turned away from the two. John grimaced figuring out what Sam was thinking. After a moment which seemed to drag on forever, John flipped the Colt in his hands and said "Take the damn gun. Get the hell out of my son."
Sam's eyes flew open in surprise and looked at his father in disbelief. Yellow Eyes gleefully took hold of the Colt.
"Pleasure doing business with you." And with that black smoke flew out of Dean's mouth and into an air vent. Sam managed to catch Dean before he crumbled to the floor. As he did, he couldn't help but notice the gun mysteriously disappearing. John went out the door calling for a doctor.
A short while later Dean was back on his bed as the doctor looked him over one more time.
"Well, you seemed to have recovered well although I suggest you take it easy for a few weeks. Same with your father." He told them. Both John and Dean nodded in acknowledgment. "Now I'm gonna fill out your prescription and then we can get you all out of here." He said to Dean and left the room as Bobby came in.
"Hey, Bobby what are you doing here?" Sam asked.
Bobby just shrugged. "Wanted to see how you were doing. Good to see you awake Dean. How are you feeling?"
"Violated is how I'm feeling." Dean retorted in a very pissed off manner.
At Bobby's confusion, Sam elaborated. "Yea Yellow Eyes took hold of Dean for a little bit and now he's got the Colt."
Bobby let out a low whistle. "Well shit. What are you guys gonna do now?"
"Can't really do much until Dean's fully recovered," John said. "We'll probably find a motel to stay in for a few weeks while we fix the car up."
Bobby just shook his head. "Aw hell, you guys can stay at my place. Try and get a jump start on what that demon's up to."
John looked rather surprised but nodded. "Thanks, Bobby we appreciate it." Bobby went to get their stuff to his truck. Sam started to follow him but was stopped by John.
"Look, Sam, about earlier what I said-"
"It's fine Dad. Really" Sam assured smiling.
John returned the smile and let Sam leave. He then turned to Dean who let out a huff.
"Dad I'm really sorry the demon was able to make off with the Colt. I mean, if I had been stronger-"
John cut him off by putting a hand on his shoulder. Dean stared at the hand, silencing himself. He looked down from his father's gaze.
"There was nothing you could have done," John assured him. "I'm just glad you okay now."
Dean smiled and nodded and John clapped his shoulder before going to get his family checked out before hitting the road with Bobby.
To anyone who is confused as to how Dean's still alive, in the show he also had a head trauma that pushed him towards death. I removed that for the purpose of this series. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my new saga. Please leave a review. Follow this story so you'll know when the next chapter comes out. (Fair warning I'm kinda one of those once in a blue moon updaters.) Favorite once it's done and I will see you all in the next chapter.