Sam held the door of the hospital open, while Cas carried the unconscious Dean inside. Before they could call for help an emergency doctor rushed to them and called for a stretcher. A male nurse rode a stretcher to them and Cas lay Dean down on it. As the doctor drove to the emergency room, she asked what happened.
“He’s been shot” Cas quickly answered.
“What’s his blood type?” the doctor needed to know. Sam answered and the doctor drove the stretcher into the emergency room. “Sorry, toi have to wait outside” she a dit as she closed the doors, leaving Sam and Cas outside.
Sam ran his fingers through his hair and sank down on the floor.
“This is all my fault” Cas a dit difficult.
Sam looked up, irritated. He really couldn’t handle Cas’ feelings of guilt.
“If I wouldn’t have let the Leviathan in, I wouldn’t have ended up in Colorado and then I would’ve never met Daphne and Zoey. Then Zoey wouldn’t have fallen in l’amour with me and Dean would still be okay” Cas a dit and he swallowed the crop in his throat. “It should’ve been me. I would’ve been fine”
“Look, it’s not your fault” Sam snapped. “Can toi try to be a little less fragile for a change?”
Cas nodded slowly, when the door of the emergency room opened and the doctor came outside. Her facial expression was telling enough.
“No” Sam a dit trembling.
“I’m sorry” she a dit soft and remorseful. “There’s nothing we could do. He was dead the moment he was in the emergency room”
Sam pressed his lips and blinked. “Hmmm” he sighed difficult. “Can…Can I see him?” he asked.
“Of course” the doctor said.
Sam entered the room, but Cas turned around and walked away.