Third Person POV
The demon-possessing-a-truck-driver stepped out of his truck and walked over the wrecked Impala. He looked at John, Scarlett and Dean, the three unconscious, then to Sam, who swallowed, barely awake. The demon pulled the driver's side door off its hinges to reveal Sam, pointing the Colt at him. "Back. Or I'll kill you, I swear to god," Sam said, coldly.

"You won't. You're saving that bullet for someone else," The demon said. Sam cocking the gun. "You wanna bet?" He asked. The demon smiled and then the black demon-ichor poured out of the man, who collapsed. Sam uncocked the gun, dropping his head back in relief. The man looked at the car. "Oh my god," He said.

"Dad?" Sam called but John didn't answered. "Did I do this?" The man asked but Sam ignored him. "Dad! Dean! Scar!" Sam called. They didn't answered.

A rescue helicopter descends to the site, and all four were being loaded onto stretchers. John, Dean and Scarlett were still unconscious, while Sam was awake. "Tell me if they're okay!" Sam said. "You have to stay still!" The Paramedic woman said to him. "Are they even alive?" Sam asked.

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Scarlett POV
I woke up in a room. I looked around, frowning and then got up. I looked down at myself and saw that I was wearing a white t-shirt, blue hospital pants, and nothing else.

I was in a hospital.

I walked out of the room and went into the hallway. "Sam? Dean? Dad? Anybody?" I called but no one answered. "Great," I mumbled before walking off. I walked down the stairs to the front of the hospital and I found a nurse's station. "Excuse me," I said and walked over to the nurse. "Hello. I, uh, I think I was in a car accident, with my dad and my brothers, I need to find them."

The nurse didn't answered or didn't even looked at me. "Um . . . Hello?" I asked. She still didn't look at me and I even snapped my fingers in her face but even that didn't work and she just walked away.

"What the -" I started to panic and I ran back upstairs. I ran at the hallway, looking at each room. If the nurse didn't see me . . . Then . . .

Suddenly, I found the room that I was looking for. My whole body freeze when I stared at the scene in front of me. I saw my own body on a bed, intubated and dying. I shook my head, "It can't be," I whispered as I walked around the room, staring at my body.

I was dying.

I snapped out of the thoughts when I saw Sam and Dean walking into the room. I smiled as I saw that they were okay. "Sammy, Dean. You guys okay," I said. They couldn't hear me, and they just stared at my body. "Oh, no," Sam said as they walked over to the bed. Then a doctor walked in, "Your father's awake." My brothers looked at him. "You both can go see him if you like."

"Thank god," I said with a smile. Dean looked at my body and then back at the doctor. "Doc, what about our sister?" Dean asked as Sam took a hold of my hand. "Well, she sustained serious injury: blood loss, contusions to her liver and kidney. But it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early signs of cerebral edema," The doctor explained.

Sam and Dean looked at him. "Well, what can we do?" Sam asked. "Well, we won't know her full condition until she wakes up," The doctor explained. Dean and Sam nodded their heads as they looked back at my body. "If she wakes up," The doctor added softly.

My brothers and I looked back at him. "If?" Dean asked. "I have to be honest. Most people with this degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. She's fighting very hard. But you need to have realistic expectations," The doctor explained.

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Third Person POV
Dean and Sam were in John's room. John was lying in the hospital bed, his arm was in a sling. Awkwardly one-handed, he pulled something out of his wallet. "Here. Give them my insurance," John said to Sam. He took the card John give him, smiling as he reads it, "Elroy McGillicutty?"

Dean smirked while John smiled. "And his three loving kids," John said. Sam and Dean chuckled and slowly John's smiled fell. "So, what else did the doctor say about Scar?" John asked and Sam shook his head.

"Nothing. Look. The doctors won't do anything, then we'll have to, that's all," He said. "We'll find some hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on her," Dean said. "We'll look for someone," John said. Dean and Sam nodded their heads.

"But boys, I don't know if we're gonna find anyone," John said. Sam frowned. "Why not? Scar and I found that faith healer before for Dean," He pointed out. "All right, that was, that was one in a million," John said.

"So what? Do we just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?" Dean asked. "No, I said we'd look. I'll check under every stone," John said. It's was quiet for a few seconds until he spoke up again, "Where's the Colt?"

"Your daughter is dying, and you're worried about the Colt?" Sam asked in disbelief. "We're hunting this demon, and maybe it's hunting us too. That gun may be our only card," John said. "It's in the trunk. They dragged the car to a yard off of I-83," Dean replied, looking away.

"All right. You and Sam gotta clean out that trunk before some junk man sees what's inside," John said. "I called Bobby. He's an hour out, he's gonna tow the Impala back to his place," Dean replied.

"All right. You, you two go meet up with Bobby. You get that Colt, and you bring it back to me. And watch out for hospital security," John said. Sam and Dean nodded their heads and they got up to leave. "Hey," John said and they stooped, turning back around.

John picked up a sheet of paper, "I made a list of things I need, have Bobby pick them up for me." Dean took the paper and read. "Acacia? Oil of Abramelin? What's this stuff for?" He asked, frowning. "Protection," John said.

Dean nodded and walked to the door, where Sam was. "Hey, Dad? You know, the demon, he said he had plans for me, and children like me. Do you have any idea what he meant by that?" Sam asked. John shook his head. "No, I don't," He said.

Sam gave a small nod before he and Dean left. Scarlett was there, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. She watched her brothers leave before looking back at John with a raising eyebrow, "You sure know something."

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In Bobby's place. Dean looked at his mangled car in shock and anger. Bobby and Sam stood next to him. "Oh man," Sam mumbled. Dean put his hands on his head, "Son of a bitch!" He yelled.

Bobby sighed. "Look, Dean. I'm sorry. But this . . . this just ain't worth a tow. I say we empty the trunk, sell the rest for scrap," He said. Dean gave him a death glance, making Bobby to hold his hands up as a surrender.

"I can fix this," Dean insisted. "But there's nothing to fix. The frame's a pretzel, and the engine's ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging," Bobby said. "Bobby . . ." Sam said softly.

Dean stared at his car and Bobby nodded slowly. "Okay. You got it, we'll help," He said quietly. "Here, uh, Dad asked for you to get this stuff for him," Dean said as he gave over the list.

Bobby read it and then frowned. "What's John want with this?" He asked. "Protection from the demon?" Sam asked. Bobby give the boys a look. "What?" Dean asked. "Oh, nothing, it's just, uh . . ." Bobby said. "Bobby?" Sam said and Bobby looked at him. "What's going on?"

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Scarlett POV
Dad came to my room and sat by my bed. "Come on, Dad. You've gotta help me. I mean, you haven't called a soul for help. You haven't even tried. Aren't you going to do anything? Aren't you even going to say anything?" I asked as tears ran down my cheek. Dad was staring at my body on the bed. "You're just going to sit there and you're going to watch me die? I mean, what kind of father are you?" I snapped.

Then I heard something. "What is that?" I asked. I walked to the hallway and then something whooshed past me, making me to jump back. It was a spirit. I looked back at Dad. "I take it you didn't see that," I said before leaving the room.

I tracked the spirit down the hallways. I saw it going into a back hallway. I ran to the back hallway and saw a woman lying on the floor, choking. I looked at a doctor and a nurse. "Help! Help!" The woman chocked out. "Hey! I need some help in here!" I called but they didn't answered.

"I can't . . . breathe!" The woman said. I walked over to her and kneeled down beside her. She panted loudly, trying desperately to breathe, then she went silent. She was dead. I looked at her helplessly.

Hey guys!
Welcome to season 2! Hope you like it

Katherine