I'm on Season 2! YaY! I don't own Supernatural. Just to Christina. Please comment and Enjoy!
Sam's POV
I struggled with the EMT's as they dragged me out of the Impala. They strapped me on the stretcher and pushed me towards one of the two waiting ambulance. I twisted my head to see them pushing Dean who had a head and neck brace his face was pale making the cuts almost leap off his skin. "Dean!" I screamed as I lifted up my head up to get a good look. But I felt myself being pushed down by a woman in her mid-thirties.
"Calm down son," she said as she and another EMT dragged me towards the ambulance. "You've just been in an accident."
"Dean!" I screamed again. "Christy! Dad!" I felt myself being lifted up into the Ambulance and I was right next to dad who was awake and was looking over at me with the look of fear. "Dad," I felt the ambulance rocking back and forth as we drove the sound of the siren wailing. "Where's my brother and sister?" I asked the EMT that sat in the back with us making sure that dad and I were taking care of us.
"They must be in the other ambulance." She said shining a light in my eye. "Hold still, son. Got to make sure you're not concussed." I blinked at the bright light and she turned her attention to dad. "You guys sure got beat up in that accident."
"What about my brother and sister? Are they going to be okay?" The EMT looked down at me and shrugged.
"I don't know. I'm sure they'll be alright. Just relax. You both took a beating in that accident. But you son, don't look like you'll be staying at the hospital very long." I looked over at dad who looked to be in pain. But after the EMT gave dad a syringe full of clear liquid dad's eyes slowly closed and he fell asleep. My mind buzzed with the worry at what shape both Dean and Christina were in. Please let them be okay. Please.
End of Sam's POV
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Dean's POV
A loud crash rang in my ears. The smell of soap made my head spin. I felt my eyes open and I sat up rubbing the side of my face waking up. I felt stitches near my hairline and I was wearing different clothes and my socks and shoes were no where to be seen. I was alone in a hospital room and I felt my stomach twist uncomfortable. I hated hospitals. And the last time I was in it I knew I wasn't going to die in one.
The floor was cold when I padded across the floor to my hospital door which was opened. I looked up and down the hallway before I started down the empty hallway. "Hello?" I called hearing my voice bouncing off the plain hospital walls. I walked further down the halls when nobody came running. Why aren't they coming? Aren't they afraid of me getting out of bed? I thought as I continued to walk.
"Dr. Evens phone call line two. Dr. Evens line two." I hurried down the steps towards the nurses station and saw an attractive one standing behind the plexiglass.
"Excuse me," I said shooting her a flirtatious smile. "Can you help me?" The woman behind it didn't even look up. She didn't even grunt or even acknowledge I was even there. "Excuse me." I said a little rougher. I wasn't in the mood to be playing games.
"Forget it Dean." I turned around and saw Christina walking up to me. Her face cut up and stitched up. Her hair was down around her face and she looked just as pale as her white shirt. "I've already tired."
"Any idea where dad and Sam might be?" I asked. She shook her head. "Come on." I walked past her and she quietly followed. "Sam! Dad!" I yelled only to be pushed up against out of the way towards the wall. Three doctors rushed past me pushing a gurney with a man bleeding heavily. "Why can't they see us?" I asked Christina who shrugged.
"I wish I knew."
"Come on," I said wrapping my arm around her. "Let's see if we can find Sam and dad." She nodded and we walked in silence down the hospital checking open doors as we passed them.
End of Dean's POV
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Christina's POV
I was shaking as I walked next to Dean. I was still scared if he was still mad at me. Or mad that I had not helped him and Sam get dad out of the apartment."Thank you." I said quietly as we continued to walk in the halls not drawing any attention. Dean turned and looked at me confusion in his eyes.
"What for?" He asked stopping to look at a sign trying to find a better way of finding Sam and dad.
"For helping me after I tried to help Sam with that demon." I said thinking back to when they had rescued dad from the apartment building.
"Don't worry about it." He said giving me a sideways glance. "I'm sorry for snapping and making you leave. I guess I was just upset you held onto that secret for so long. Instead of coming out and telling us when it first happened."
"Would you have believe me?" I asked not trying to start a fight. I bit my lip waiting for the lashing I was going to get from Dean.
"I guess not." Dean said calmly. He's not mad at me. I thought with a small smile. That's a start. "I found them!" Dean pulled on my arm which was surprising wasn't hurting. I knew I hurt my elbow when I left Bobby's.
"Dad I can't believe you want to continue when you've got two kids of yours fighting for their lives!" Sam's angry voice made Dean and I look at each other, as we were both confused what he meant by fighting for our lives. The door was opened when we stepped inside. Dad was sitting in the hospital bed his arm slung across his chest in a sling. Sam looked a little cut up but otherwise okay. He did have a small bandage across his forehead that was hidden partly by his shaggy hair.
"Sam, we can finish this right now!" Dad screamed back. "I do care for Dean and Christy. But right now we can only pray they get better on their own. They are tough."
"How would you know?" Sam snapped not even glancing at us as we stood at the foot of dad's bed. "You're never there! You just want to do nothing! They're dying and we got to help them."
"Hey!" Dean screamed over the yelling. Sam and dad continued as though we weren't standing there. "I said hey!" Again nothing. Dean glanced at me. He was getting angry.
"Sam I do care! I am your father!" Dean had enough.
"I said hey!" He swiped at the cup of water, dad was reaching towards sending it across the floor. Sam and dad froze looking at the spot the cup was. "Whoa. I totally just Swazi that thing." He said with a small smile.
"That was a good movie." I said as a side note. "Look." Sam and dad were looking at us. Or in our general facility as we stood there waving to get their attention.
"Sam," Dad said pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to Sam. "Go grab these ingredients. And tell Bobby to grab the weapons from the Impala before it's gets towed and crushed."
"What are these for?" Sam asked looking at the list he was still annoyed at dad for not really caring. Dean looked scared about possible loosing the Impala.
"Protection." Dad said his voice softly. "Go hurry please." Sam stomped away. We rushed after him trying to get to him before he left. But as he stepped out of the hospital something kept us from leaving.
"What the hell?" Dean asked before rushing back towards the stairs that lead to the upper floor. I followed after just as confused as he was. I found him standing in a doorway his face pale and his eyes wide. I stood next to him and looked inside. My mouth dropped too. "Figured out why nobody could see us." He said and I nodded.
Inside laying on a bed, a breathing tube in his mouth was Dean's body. We looked at each other before I rushed out to find my body. I found it a few doors down. I was shaking and I felt someone grab my shoulder trying to comfort me. I looked over at Dean tears sliding down my face but leaving no trace of wetness on my skin. We were dying. We were hurt. We were both scared.
End of Christina's POV
