Lily woke to find herself still on the floor near her bedside table, and vaguely wondered how she had gotten there. She gasped when she remembered what had happened, and automatically looked for Sam. She saw her father on the floor unconscious or dead she didn't know or care; her only concern was Sam's welfare.

She got shakily to her feet, and looked around the room for any sign of Sam. She shakily walked over to her father, and cautiously stepped over her father's still body. She didn't see Sam anywhere, but there was a trail of blood leading through the doorway. Lily followed the trail of blood out the door, and saw that it lead to the stairs. She looked down and gasped when she saw Sam's body at the bottom of the stairs.

Lily ran down the stairs, and dropped to her knees beside Sam's crumpled form. His leg was bent at an odd angle, and there was a nasty gash on his head. When she bent down to see if he had a pulse, she heard his breath coming in rasps. Lily grabbed the phone, and dialed Dean, not knowing what else to do, but Sam had told her no matter what that she could trust Dean, so he was the first person to come to mind.

"Y'hello?" A cocky voice came over the line.

"Dean, it's Lily." Her voice was hoarse, and slightly broken, tears now running down her face unchecked.

"Lily? What's wrong, where's Sam?" He asked, his voice filled with concern, and he had known that something was wrong with his brother the way that Lily had been talking.

"He's hurt Dean. My father, he... he must have pushed him down the stairs, and... God, Dean he doesn't look good at all." Lily was sobbing by now, and it was hard to understand her, but Dean had heard her say that Sam was hurt.

"Lily? Sweetie, can you do something for me?" Dean asked, knowing she was distraught, and trying his best to be empathetic, while still worrying about his brother.

Lily nodded, and then remembering that he couldn't see her, she said softly, "Yeah."

"Lily, you need to call the hospital. Get them to send an ambulance. Can you do that?" He asked, and she heard his car starting in the background.

"Yeah, I-," She started, but stopped when she heard a sound coming from her room. "Dean, my father's awake..." She never got the chance to finish her sentence as a big hand wrapped around her neck.

Lily fought for breath, trying to get her father to let go of her. He had a tight grip on her neck, and his other arm was hooked around her stomach, keeping her still. She tried to scream, but all that came out were hoarse gurgles. She could see black spots dancing in front of her eyes, and her struggles became weaker the longer she didn't get air. She could feel the darkness closing in...


Dean heard the phone drop on the other end, and could hear the gurgling noises and the sounds of a struggle on the other end of the line, and pushed the Impala to go faster. She only lived a couple streets over, but it seemed like forever to Dean.

He heard the struggle stop just as he was pulling the Impala to a stop outside of Lily's house. Grabbing a revolver off the seat of the car, he ran to the house, and kicked the door down when he found that it was locked. Dean ran through the house, searching the rooms for any sign of Lily, Sam, or her father.

When he reached the stairs, he saw Lily hanging almost limp from her father's hand around her neck, her weak struggles no more than slight jerks. He ran full speed at her father, and knocked him down, freeing Lily, who fell to the floor, dragging in gasping breaths.

Dean hit her father until the man was limp, and checked over both Sam and Lily who were lying on the floor next to each other, one unconscious and the other nearly so. Dean heard the ambulance that he had called coming, and told Lily that they were both going to have to go to the Hospital. She had vaguely told him that she didn't mind, and had proceeded to pass out.

Dean waited until both Sam and Lily had been loaded into ambulances and then he went back in the house and packed Lily's things, coming down the stairs with a duffle bag over his shoulder, and a backpack in his hands minutes later. While he was coming down the stairs, he heard the front door open, and tensed.

"Dad?" He heard the male voice call, and recognized it as Lily's brother. He jumped down the rest of the stairs, and saw John as he walked in the room, and the awe struck look as he saw his father lying there on the floor.

John looked up and saw Dean, carrying Lily's things, and asked, "How bad was it this time?" Dean was amazed that John didn't even care he was carrying his sister's things, but quickly recovered.

"She's at the hospital. It looked like she had a broken wrist, and he was suffocating her when I walked in. He beat my brother pretty badly too." John was nodding sadly as he listened, and grabbed his jacket and keys to head to the hospital.

"If he was awake I would kill him, as it is, I got to go see Lily." John said as Dean looked at him quizzically, they both walked out the door, and got in their separate cars, headed to the hospital to check on their siblings.

John was a tall man, about six foot two inches tall, and he had auburn hair, that he wore cut to just above his ears. He was twenty-one, and had gone to Alfred State college in New York for his welding degree, not really into working with numbers or writing. His blue-gray eyes rivaled Lily's, and he had a strong willpower, though he would do anything to protect his sister; even from their father. This time wasn't the first time that Lily had been sent to the hospital because of their father, but the courts didn't believe that the great Sergeant Daniel Daine was an abusive father; and they had been stuck with him.

His father had never done anything to hurt John, either mentally or physically; but he had never let up on Lily, when anyone else would have been proud to have a beautiful and smart daughter like Lily. Their father blamed Lily for the death of their mother, because she had died giving birth to Lily. It hadn't been Lily's fault, but their father hadn't seen it that way, and he had made her life a living hell.

John couldn't figure out how he could treat her like that, and he was going to put a stop to it. Lily was old enough to move out now, and he would make sure that she did, help her get her own place. Whether it be with Sam, or whether she was alone, as long as she had her own place so thier father couldn't hurt her.

He pulled into the parking lot, and parked his Wrangler next to Dean's Impala. They both got out and strode purposely toward the entrance. Walking in the doors, both brothers walked toward the front desk to find out any information on their seperate siblings. They were told to have a seat and wait.

...Waiting is always the hardest part and it wasn't going to be easy this time either.


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