Chapter Two: When Your World Trembles and Quakes

Dean P.O.V.

"My little sister is dying." Dean thought to himself as he followed behind the ambulance. He cut and wove out of traffic, putting both himself and the impala in danger. Not something he would usually do, but this was Amber they were talking about. The one girl that he could count on no matter what, one he wanted to see get married one day. Nineteen years old was too young to die, all because of their family "business".

"She's not going to die, stop thinking that. Everything is going to be fine; she will be up and vertical very soon. Maybe too soon, and then you will wish she was horizontal again. The interacting thoughts were giving Dean a massive headache, all he knew was he couldn't lose her too. He had already lost his Dad and Sammy's soul to hell for a while. "Anyone but Amber, please not Amber." He kept whispering to himself, while his knuckles were white against the black steering wheel.

The ambulance abruptly stopped in front to emergency room entrance. "Geeze." Dean said, slamming on his brakes, avoiding colliding with the boxy ice box looking car in front of him. The paramedics were out of the ambulance as fast as jackrabbits. Before he knew it the back doors opened, like they were presenting something important. It didn't prepare him for what he was going to see though, Amber was attached to every cord and machine in the universe. Sam climbed out, folding his body nearly in half as the paramedics ran off with Amber through the sliding doors.

"It's going to be okay." Dean said, putting his hand on Sam's shoulders. Trying to comfort him, and hide the fact that he was just as worried. Sam's eyes were downing the puppy dog look. "I know, but what are we going to do if she's really gone?" Sam asked, his eyes misting over. "We just can't think that, positive thinking." Dean said, shooting him his signature smirk. Thank god for his smirk, it could hide whatever emotion he was feeling. He guessed it was from many years staying up late wondering if their dad was going to walk back into the hotel room they were staying in. Or if he would end up raising his younger brother and sister on his own.

"Are you with the stab victim they just brought in a couple of minutes ago?" The receptionist asked, when Sam and Dean walked in. "Yes we are, and she has a name. Her name is Amber, okay? Not a stab victim, she's not dead!" Dean said, walking over to her desk. This type of thing didn't bother him, but referring to his sister as an object instead of an individual person set him off. "I'm sorry sir." The receptionist said, hunkering down trying to use her computer as a shield. It seemed as if she expected Dean to lunge at her like a tiger waiting for its pray.

"Sorry about that mam. Our family has just been through a lot tonight." Sam said, taking Dean by the shoulders and leading him to a seat. "Stay, we don't need you to be thrown in jail for public disturbance." Sam said, giving him that 'you better stay, or else' look. "Sir, I was going to tell you, you're sister has been taken in for surgery. We will let you know once we know how it is going." The receptionist said, giving Dean a heated look. "Thank you." Sam said, going to sit with Dean in the hard, make your butt fall asleep plastic chairs.

"Dean, why does this crap always happen to us?" Sam asked, turning to look his brother in the eyes. "I don't know Sammy, I just don't know…" Dean said from his crouched position. He was refusing to look at his brother, because he knew if he would. He wouldn't be able to maintain the tough act anymore.

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