𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 > 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 {𝟏}

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Karina looked up to the doctor, crossing her arms worried, "How damaged?"

"We done all we can. We can try and keep him comfortable at this point, but I'd give him a couple of weeks at most, maybe a month."

Karina sighed in despair... and Sam's eyes were closed in tears. "No, no, there's... got to be something you can do, some kind of treatment."

"We can't work miracles. I really am sorry."

Sam was upset, and Karina can read him. She turned to the doctor, "Thank you for everything you could, doctor." He nodded back and left them alone.

She looked up to Sam, "Hey... we should check with Dean. To see how he's doing."

Sam nodded quickly back at her and looked at her with watery tears on her. She wanted to comfort him, or hug him. She can't. He took a deep breath, before going to Dean's room. All she did was follow behind.

As they entered Dean's room, they saw Dean in his bed. Watching television. He was pale and had dark circles under his eyes. The moment when Sam and Karina entered, he eyed the television. "Ever actually watch daytime tv? It's terrible."

Sam looked down and shook his head. "We talked to the doctor."

"That fabric softener teddy bear--ooh. I want to hunt that little bitch down."

Karina gave a serious look, by him ignoring Sam's topic. "Dean."

He put down the remote, and looked at them, "Yeah... Alright, well, it looks like you guys are leaving town without me."

"What are you talking about? Me and Sam are not leaving you here."

"I thought you wouldn't care anything about me, Karina."

"Well, taking care of one of you is at the top of my list, Dean. Whether you like it or not."

Dean sighed weakly, and his face turned to Sam, "Hey, you better take care of that car. I swear I'll haunt your ass. Karina, since taking care of us is the top, you better look out for my little brother. Then you two can have a one-night stand, get married in Vegas, and have psychic little freaks."

Karina scoffed and rolled her eyes at Dean's sarcastic comment. Sam ignored his comment, and shook his head, "I don't think that's funny."

Dean smiled weakly, "Oh, come on. It's a little funny."

There was a long silence. Sam looked down, fighting in tears. Karina's eyes were on Dean, giving him a pointed look. Dean read her thoughts and Sam's actions. He sighed, "Look, Sammy, what can I say, man? It's a dangerous gig, I drew a short straw. That's it, end of the story."

Karina shook her head, "It's not your ending, Dean. We won't let it happen."

"She's right. Don't talk like that... we still have options."

"What options? You two got burial or cremation. I know it's not easy, but... I'm gonna die. And you can't stop it."

Sam and Karina shared a look, and they both turned to Dean in determination. Sam replied, "Watch me."

They both left the room, heading toward the motel. For their research.

***

Three days later, Sam and Karina went into research mode to find a cure for Dean. Well, more to Sam who hadn't slept for three days. It left Karina in amusement and worried about his health. Sam was calling his father on his bed in the motel room while Karina is out. As he figured it went into voicemail.