INTRODUCTION

"Good job!" The demon-possessed trucker thought to himself as the rig slid to a halt in a cloud of gravel, dust and screaming metal, its nose buried in the side of the black Impala. "Now I just have to exterminate those rats!" He slowly opened the driver's door and was reaching for the shotgun when he heard the voice, loud and clear, in his head. " Don't! I want to play with them a little more before sending these bastards to hell" Nodding, the driver left the shotgun and slid from the cab of the truck, vanishing into the darkness.

Inside the totaled Impala were three fallen hunters, unconscious, bleeding, hurt. Death wanting to spread it doom over them. CCR was still playing in the radio but nobody was listening, nobody could listen. They were abandoned to their destiny, in the middle of nowhere.

Suddenly Sam blinked his eyes, only his instincts making him wake up. Trying to focus his eyes. Too dizzy to think, He couldn't remember anything. What happened? Was his first thought. Turning his head with an effort, he could barely make out the bloody figure beside him. "Oh God!, Dad…" he thought he said it but his mouth didn't want to cooperate with him. Dread washed over him as realization shot through his groggy mind. He twisted as much as possible but couldn't see into the back seat. "Dean!!??" he cried hoarsely, but there was no response from the back seat.

Okay, Sam, you're awake, get your act together and…Ouch!!… shit! I think my arm is broken and my neck… Just listen…. nope, no sound from Dean or Dad……God, Dean!! He was just a step from dying and now this….this what?? What happened?? Focus Sam!! Stay awake, Dean and Dad need you… That's good, open your eyes and check on your Dad and Dean. Sam's mind was working fast but his damaged body was slow to respond.

Sam turned his head slightly, feeling his eyes well up with hot tears. "Damn!!" What he saw was more painful that the sudden movement of his wrist. His father, John, lay motionless, slumped beside him in the crumpled Impala. "What have I done??" Sam asked himself. Shaking, dizzy and still unfocused Sam fumbled for John's pulse. It was there. "Thank God!"he whispered. "Dad?... Dad?" Sam called nudging John's shoulder gently. Nothing. Sam wanted to scream. He was feeling so alone and helpless.

Sam forced himself to turn enough to check on Dean but what he saw made him feel sick. Dean was mortally pale and still, too still, slumped against the car door, blood dripped from his lips. Sam couldn't maneuver himself to check Dean's pulse. "Dean??" he finally said in a faint voice, only a low whisper. Sam tried to move, to touch Dean, but he realized he was trapped in the drivers seat. "Fuck!!" he finally yelled. "DEAN?!" Dean remained slumped and motionless.

Sam kicked himself mentally, realizing that he was the only one capable of saving them, saving Dad, saving Dean. He took his cellular phone and called for help. He had only the haziest idea of where they were and couldn't keep the rising hysteria out of his voice when the 911 operator answered. After a few garbled responses to the operator's questions, the phone slipped out of Sam's hand and tumbled to the floorboards where he couldn't retrieve it.

Dizziness washed over him and his head fell back against the seat. Oh, God!! I killed Dean! Sam thought. Dad could be dying, Dean…..Shit!! He wasn't even sure Dean was breathing…this is all my fault! Me and my special power thing. Me, the children like me and that frigging demon. I killed Dean. I killed Dean! How long he lay there, he didn't know but he was pulled from his painful thoughts and overwhelming guilt by the sudden sound of loud sirens and flashing lights.

An ambulance screeched up to the scene. Three paramedics rushed out and gathered around the broken lives of the Winchesters. The car was so totaled they couldn't do much more than reach inside the car to check the passengers to see if they lived. "Hey there!" The EMT by Sam's side of the car reached in checked his pulse. "Hang on, we'll get you out of there in a minute." "Help my dad…my brother…" Sam coughed, his hand grasping the paramedic desperately. "We will, we will…just hold on," the man replied. A fire truck and two police cars roared into sight. " Okay! Hang on! The cavalry is here!!" the EMT said to Sam.

The Chief came over to the shattered black Impala circling it, examining it carefully. "Ok, here fellows!" shouted to the others firemen. " Let's try to get some space for the paramedics to work. Cut open here and here" ordered the Chief hitting the Impala roof with his knuckles. The firemen went to work. After what felt like a lifetime of grating noise and vibration to Sam, they managed to get the drivers door and part of the roof off, being careful not to disturb Sam's position. The paramedics rushed over, two by Sam's side and the other trying to reach John.

"Hey" a paramedic tried to get Sam's attention but Sam's consciousness was waining. " Hey!, hey!…I'm Craig, that's my partner Brad over there and Steven it's in the other side of the car" said Craig, examining Sam. Sam tried to answer Craig's questions but his mind was getting fuzzy. In no time Sam was wearing a neck brace and in his intact hand was an IV. "We are trying to help the others too. Don't worry. The firemen are gonna cut this car and then we'll reach them and take good care of them" said Craig to a groggy Sam. Sam tried to nod but he almost fell forwards and Craig caught him. "Easy tiger!" he said with a worried smile. "Hey!, get a gurney over here!" yelled Craig over his shoulder. Then he turned back to Sam "Just hang on," whispered in his ear. "Hey Chief! Call for a helicopter, this guy in the back looks bad. And call Diana, say we need more paramedics here" Even though Craig was close to Sam his yelled words were muffled sounds. Dim lights moved across his closed eyes. He was so tired. Sam couldn't think past his mind screaming STOP, I'm fine. Help my Dad, help Dean. It's all my fault, it's all my fault! Everything was hurting so much and when the morphine from his IV got into his system he let the cool dark consume him and everything calmed down.

When Sam was placed in a gurney with two new paramedics treating him, Craig and the others rushed to John's side, as the firemen were finishing releasing him. Craig although was extremely worried about the one in the back seat but there wasn't a way to reach him yet. John was still unconscious and bleeding heavily. Looking over the extent of his wounds Brad shifted him out and placed him on a gurney as well. "This one needs a hospital now. Tell the pilot to go to Saint Mary's, it's the closest hospital and to come back immediately, the other one is in very bad shape."

Craig watched Dean carefully, waiting for the moment to reach him. Dean lay as he had the moment the bent car had stopped. Silent, sad and broken. But something more urgent caught Craig attention…… Dean wasn't breathing. Moving between broken seats and parts of the roof he reached Dean neck and felt for a pulse…nothing. "Oh shit! Brad, Steven help me here! No breathing, no pulse. He needs CPR now!!" Ignoring procedure and the firemen shouting Craig climbed out of the front of the car and jumped through the back window. He kicked Dean's door several times while the firemen were trying to cut it open. When the cars door opened Dean slumped out the car. Dean was lowered to the ground and Brad started CPR then and there while the others paramedics were trying to triage him. Brad was trying to breathe life back into him; pump after pump went through Dean's broken body. "Breathe, damnit!" Brad pumped steadily. " Breathe!!" Then a quiet wheezing sound could be heard from Dean. Craig took an oxygen pump and placed it over Dean's mouth, pumping more air into his tired lungs. Dean couldn't make out anything just the fact that fresh air was filling his lungs and he didn't need to use any energy. He doubted he still have any energy in him. It hurt just lying there near the Impala. The pain overwhelmed Dean and the little conscious left in him disappeared. As he freely let the weightlessness feeling of no control consume him, the pain eased instantly.

authors notes: this chapter was brillantly written by Teri from Supernatural.tv but i decided to change it a bit. Teri is an awesome writer but her paramedics were a bit off reality so i made them real...all the rest of this chapter belongs to her imagination and a bit of mines too.