Full On SwayzeAuthor:
I don't own Supernatural or Buffy. No money being made. Setting:
In My Time of Dying for Supernatural.Author's note:
This is an AU post Graduation Day fic for Buffy. If I write a sequel to this it will be explained more then. :)
Dean watched the spirit fly around the corner. He broke into a run as he heard the cries of a woman. As he rounded the corner he saw a woman on the floor of the hall gasping.
"Hey! I need some help over here!" he shouted; hoping one of the doctors or nurses in the hospital would actually hear him this time.
"I can't breathe," she croaked as she gasped one last time and then stopped moving.
'Great. I'm a disembodied spirit that nobody can see or hear and there's an angry spirit killing people. And I'm the only one who knows. What a son of a bitch!'
Dean thought as he walked back to the room his dad was in.
When he got to the room he paced back and forth and tried to think of an answer. Dean heard someone and looked up to see Sam in the doorway. "Sammy! Tell me you can friggin' hear me, man, there's something in the hospital. Now, you've got to bring me back and we've got to hunt this thing."
Sam, completely oblivious to Dean's plea, made his way into the room and paused with his back to his dad.
"You're quiet," John said.
Sam turned to his father threw the bag he was carrying onto John's bed. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Sam asked bitterly.
Dean watched in shock as his dad and brother started arguing. He paced back and forth while they argued about Dean, the demon and just about everything else. "No, no, no, guys, don't do this!" Dean yelled as he listened to the argument.
The argument raged and no matter how loud Dean yelled they still didn't stop or even show any indication they heard him.
With one final cry of anger Dean screamed, "I said SHUT UP!" and swung his hand at a glass of water which went flying from the hospital cart and shattered on the ground. Everybody stopped yelling and stared at the broken glass on the floor.
Dean smiled. "Dude, I full-on Swayze'd that mother." Dean got a thoughtful look on his face. Ignoring his still stunned family he quickly exited the room. He looked both ways and saw a doctor walking down the hall. He ran toward the doctor and by the time he got to him he had stopped outside of a room and was looking at some paperwork on a clipboard.
Dean took a deep breath and thought, 'I hope this works like in the movies too.'
He tried to walk into the doctor and after a few seconds of disorientation found himself on the other side of the guy. It felt like there was some kind of resistance and he had been pushed out.
The doctor shook his head for a second like he was disoriented before continuing into the hospital room he had stopped in front of.
Dean followed the doctor into the room prepared to try again. After all, he only needed to do it long enough to let dad and Sam know what was going on. Dean looked around at the room he had entered. It looked a lot like the room his body was in. The only difference was that this bed had woman in it. She looked about mid twenties with brunette hair. There was a nurse in the room as well.
"Any change in Ms Lehane's condition?" asked the doctor as he picked up the medical chart and scanned it.
"No change, doctor," replied the nurse.
"It's quite a conundrum. Physically there's nothing wrong with her. Her body is in remarkable shape for somebody that's been in a coma for five years." The doctor shrugged and made a few marks on his paperwork before he turned and left.
Dean had listened to the exchange with interest. 'So maybe possessing people wasn't easy when they were there to fight back. But...what if nobody was home?'
Dean stood there thinking about what he was about to try. The nurse finished what she was doing and left also. 'He needed to let Sam and Dad know about the spirit. And what if the Demon showed up. They needed him.'
Decision made, Dean sat on the bed and pulled his legs up onto it. His lower body began tingling and before he could change his mind he let himself fall back onto the comatose woman's body.
The same disorientation struck again although this time there wasn't the feeling of rejection. Slowly the disorientation cleared up and Dean opened his eyes. Dean sat up and looked around. Everything seemed the same except..."Dude...I have breasts."
Dean swung his legs off the bed. Everything felt weird. He quickly began removing the various wires and other things that were connecting him to the monitoring machines. He had to hurry because the doctors and nurses would notice something was up any minute.
Jumping out of the bed Dean quickly made his way into the hall and back toward his Dad's room. It felt weird. He had to walk differently and if he didn't know better he'd say he felt more graceful. Like this chick was a dancer or something. As he got closer he saw Sam standing in the hallway a few doors down crying in front of the door to the room his body was in. 'What the hell was going on?'
He rushed down there and grabbed Sam by the arm. "Dude, are you okay?"
Sam turned on him in confusion with tears running down his face. "It's my brother..."
Dean chuckled. Sam was so emo sometimes. "Chill out Sammy I'm not dead yet." Dean looked past Sam to the room and heard the doctor's voice clear as crystal.
"Time of Death 5:11pm."
Dean's eyes widened as he saw a nurse pull a sheet over his head.
"Son of a Bitch!" he exclaimed.
Sam's jaw dropped. "Dean!?!?"