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Dec. 21st, 2007 09:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gavemea_45He's frowning as he comes back from the cafeteria, coffee in hand. It's not that he wants to fight with Dad, it's just-- it's weird, is all.
I don't care what he says, something's wrong. Dad's never been that tired.
It's pretty quiet on the ward. As Sam walks back up the hall, he glances back and forth, staying aware of his surroundings as he's been trained from childhood to do, even when there's nothing to see but an empty hospital room.
Except that it's not empty.
Inside, John Winchester is lying sprawled motionless on the floor.
"...Dad?"
The cup of coffee slips forgotten from his hand and goes crashing to the floor as Sam runs to his father's side.
I don't care what he says, something's wrong. Dad's never been that tired.
It's pretty quiet on the ward. As Sam walks back up the hall, he glances back and forth, staying aware of his surroundings as he's been trained from childhood to do, even when there's nothing to see but an empty hospital room.
Except that it's not empty.
Inside, John Winchester is lying sprawled motionless on the floor.
"...Dad?"
The cup of coffee slips forgotten from his hand and goes crashing to the floor as Sam runs to his father's side.
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Date: 2007-12-22 04:42 am (UTC)A half second before the nurses start moving--
Dean's already trying to get out of bed, carelessly unhooking IV lines and monitoring equipment because--goddammit he knew, he just freakin' knew something was wrong.
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Date: 2007-12-22 05:01 am (UTC)He's on his knees by John, shaking him by the shoulders.
"Dad, come on, you gotta wake up, don't do this, Dad, please be okay, please--"
The first nurse reaches the door and takes one look, then snatches the phone from the wall and punches an intercom sequence.
"Code Blue, we have a Code Blue."
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Date: 2007-12-22 05:13 am (UTC)Dean's craning his neck to see where Sam--there.
"Sam, what's--"
Oh fucking hell.
"Dad! Dad, what's going on?"
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Date: 2007-12-22 05:24 am (UTC)He doesn't fight it. Sam staggers to his feet and lets himself be pulled away, staring in numb horror as another nurse pushes past with a crash cart, as they begin charging something that beeps ominously.
It's Dean's voice that reaches through the shock, bringing him back to himself.
"Dean--"
Sam turns and bolts into the hallway, running to meet his brother.
"Dean, it's Dad-- he was just lying there, on the floor--"
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Date: 2007-12-22 05:26 am (UTC)Dean's gaze snaps to the door, and he pushes roughly by Sam, one hand lingering on his brother's shirt in order to drag him along.
They aren't gettin' separated again. Dean's not gonna risk that.
"Fuck, I can't--"
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Date: 2007-12-22 05:30 am (UTC)That quickly, Sam's hand is under Dean's arm, supporting him and bearing his brother's weight.
"Come on--"
Together, they head for the hospital room as fast as they can.
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Date: 2007-12-22 05:32 am (UTC)"No, you don't understand. It's our Dad in there!"
He's not fucking crying, either.
Because this isn't happening. He didn't just wake up and Dad--
No.
Just.
No.
"Come on!"
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Date: 2007-12-22 05:38 am (UTC)John's just lying there, too still, too pale, while the team works over him.
"Let's try again," the doctor orders. "Another amp of epi. Push."
Although he keeps his grip tight on Dean's arm, Sam flinches back as the needle goes into the IV -- without effect, as the nurse keeps performing CPR and their dad just keeps lying there--
Dad, you never give up on anything without a fight! You can't stop now--
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Date: 2007-12-22 05:42 am (UTC)Like a prayer.
"Come on. Come on."
Wake up, Dad. It isn't gonna end like this.
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Date: 2007-12-22 05:51 am (UTC)"Still no pulse."
No--
Sam finds that he's shaking his head too, frantically trying to deny what he sees in front of them, even as the doctor sighs.
"That's it, everybody."
No-- no, you can't-- you have to keep trying, you can't just quit-- he's not--
He can't get the words out.
Can't do anything but stand there frozen, holding on to his brother while the doctor looks up from John Winchester's body to the clock on the wall and says,
"I'll call it. Time of death: ten-forty-one A.M."
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Date: 2007-12-22 05:56 am (UTC)"No. No, goddammit. You get back in there and you do something! Why the hell are you--"
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Date: 2007-12-22 06:10 am (UTC)He doesn't pay attention to any of it. Sam can't tear his eyes away from John.
Come on, Dad. Come on. Get up.
It's a little hard to see him through the blurring in his vision, though.
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Date: 2007-12-22 06:20 am (UTC)Dean hits the wall with one hand, ignoring the pain as his knuckles split.
He's just sagging against Sam right now, trying to position himself so he can hold his younger brother up.
Everything is just--fucked.
Dad's not supposed to be dead.
Dean is.
He can feel it in his gut.
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Date: 2007-12-22 06:33 am (UTC)Sam braces himself, supporting Dean's weight as best he can and unconsciously leaning into his brother for support himself as he does.
The doctor clears his throat, casting a pointed look over his shoulder; the medical staff responds by setting things aside and slipping out of the room as he turns back to the Winchesters.
"If you'd like a few minutes with him..."
To say goodbye. It hangs unspoken in the air.
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Date: 2007-12-22 06:36 am (UTC)He's fine.
Sam's fine.
Dad's--
Fuck.
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Date: 2007-12-22 06:41 am (UTC)As sincere as his compassion is, there's something routine about it, too. With a nod to them both, the doctor walks out of the room, leaving them alone with their father.
Well. Not exactly.
Not any more.
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Date: 2007-12-22 06:43 am (UTC)Just rage.
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Date: 2007-12-22 06:49 am (UTC)Sam clears his throat, awkwardly.
"Do you, um."
A beat.
"Dean?"
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Date: 2007-12-22 06:53 am (UTC)"We've gotta burn the body, Sam."
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Date: 2007-12-22 07:18 am (UTC)Sam's voice is low and shocked.
"Dean."
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Date: 2007-12-22 07:22 am (UTC)He's not really looking at Dad, either.
"What, Sammy? We've gotta take care of this."
Someone's gotta--
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Date: 2007-12-22 07:32 am (UTC)This, and everything else too. Everything that Dad would have--
It's only the two of them left now.
Even as it sinks in, Sam's decision is already made.
"...Yeah. Yeah, we do."
A beat.
"I'll, um. I'll talk to the nurses. Find out what needs doing to -- to take him outta here."
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Date: 2007-12-22 07:33 am (UTC)Dean tears his eyes away from his own hands, skipping across Dad to look right at Sammy.
His eyes are dry.
"Yeah. Yeah, man. You go do that."