"Come on, Dean! Please! Don't leave me here!" I beg my older brother.

"Sam, get out of the car. Now!" Dean tells me.

"Why can't you and Dad take me on the hunt with you?"

"Because you I said you can't. End of discussion. Now, get out of the car!"

"But, this is a clown place. They have clowns inside. I hate clowns, Dean! You know that."

"They aren't going to hurt you, Sam! Why are such an annoying brat sometimes? Gosh! Get on my last nerves! Now, get out!" Dean yelled.

"Fine! Be that way!"

"See? This annoying attitude is why I hate you sometimes!" Dean says and I turn my head to hide my hurt expression. "Oh, wait! Sam-"

"Whatever. Bye, Dean." I say, interrupting Dean. Than, I slam the door shut and walk inside. My stomach starts to hurt when I do. I see a lot of clowns and I just hope the hunt doesn't last long.


I see Sam walk inside Plucky's and I start to feel guilty. I didn't mean what I said. I'm sure Sam knows that. He just wouldn't get out of the car and I have to go help Dad with a hunt. I was the one who told Dad that Sam shouldn't go on this hunt because
/I didn't want him to get hurt. Of course, that isn't the reason I told Dad. I told him that Sam wasn't feeling well, so here we are.

I'll tell Sam when I get back from the hunt that I didn't mean it and that I'm sorry. I mean the hunt won't take that long.


I took my book out of my bag and started my homework. I look up and I see a lot of little kids running around and having fun. Some even took a picture with clowns. No way I would be getting that close.

I can't believe I'm saying this but I would much rather be on a hunt than this place. Clowns always freak me out. I can't stand them!

I made the mistake and kept my head down for far too long. I got to attached in my work that when I looked up I saw a clown coming straight for me.

My eyes widen. I see the painted face and I forget all of my hunting skills. All I can think about was that clown killing me.

I immediately jump out of my chair and run. Unfortunately, I forgot that this was a kids place and that kids were very messy. I didn't look down at the floor to where I was running. I was going straight for the door. I see the door a few feet away. The
/next thing I know is that I slipped on something slippery and I'm loosing my balance. I fall and my head connects with he glass door. It hit so hard that when I look back at the door that there is a huge head sized crack on it.

I turn around and I see everyone looking my way because they heard the glass crack. I quickly run through the doors. In a rush to go anywhere but there.

I made it a good couple of yards, but then things got bad. I was a little dizzy before, but now it is totally worse. The world is spinning now. I can't focus to where I'm going. I start to see spots dance in my eyes. I start to sway on my feet. I think
/I ran into a couple of people by my swaying and they weren't too happy. They shoved me out of their way and that made it a whole lot worse. I fell on my knees. I see a little diner that I might can rest at if I only order coffee.

I climb back to my feet. I think I could make it to the diner. It's only a couple of feet, but I was so wrong. I felt all of my energy drain from me. My legs buckle from underneath me. Luckily, there was a pole beside me and I grab it with my hands. But,
/my hands start to feel like little needles poking them. Then, my hands involuntarily let go of the pole and I fall backwards and hit my head in the cement hard. Very, very hard.

Right before black slid over my vision, I heard people yelling. Telling someone to call 911. Then, I fell to where I could feel no pain.


"Come on, Dean. We have to get to the victims house and ask questions. Let's go!" Dad told me.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming." I reply back.

We just got into the Impala when my phone starting to ring.

I didn't recognize the number. But, I decided to answer it anyways.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Is this Dean?" A female voice asked.

"Who is this?" I asked in a warning tone.

"Hi. I work at a Grand Strand hospital and I'm calling to tell you that your brother is currently in the hospital."

"What!? What happened?!" I asked nervously.

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that I can't tell you what happened until you come to the hospital. Please hurry."

"I'll be right there." I say and hang up the phone.

"What's wrong?" My dad asked.

"Sam's in the hospital."

"What!? What happened?!"

"They wouldn't tell me anything until I go to the hospital. We have to go."

"Yeah. We'll finish the hunt when we get back."

With that, we turn the car around and head straight to the hospital.


At the hospital

Before Dean's call...

I wake up to and unbelievably headache. My head is pounding and I feel like it is literally killing me.

I try to get up but someone pushes me down.

"D'n?"

"Calm down, sweetie. We need to check your head out. You hit it really hard."

"Where's D'n?"

"Who, sweetie?"

It hurts to speak, but I have to know where Dean was so I have to speak his name correctly. "Dean."

"Who's Dean?"

"My brother."

"Do you want me to call him?"

I nod my head, which was a huge mistake. The room starts to spin and my head hurts worse. I close my eyes in pain.

"Here, write down his number." She hands me a pen and paper and I write down the number before all I see is black again.


Yay! First chapter! This is a two-shot. Please review. Thanks!