*REVIEWS = Love, Thanks to film princess for being my beta and basically boosting this thing out XD. Dedicated to: Merisha, Mad Server, Enkidu07 & Sarah!

Warning: This fic does contain some "bad words".

Setting: Pre-Series

Disclaimer: I don't own supernatural or any of the characters. (Though I wish I did XD) And some of the pass out lines are from Film Princess's story: Ill Wishes and are used with permission!

Summary: A deer runs into the road and Dean, desperate to avoid the collision, swerves

to avoid it but swerves right down a deep hill while John is following them.

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Dean opened the truck door and eased himself to his feet, keeping a hand on the doorframe to balance himself.

The sudden change in altitude had his head reeling.

He glanced towards the doors, trying to judge the distance to see if his legs could carry him that far but his vision blurred before he could get an exact calculation and the next thing he knew, he was on his knees.

John glanced over, alarmed when he could no longer see his eldest.

"Dean?" John called out.

John began walking towards Dean's side of the truck, "Dean?" he tried again just before reaching the passenger side.

"I got it, Dad," Dean lied, pulling himself up slowly. "Just had to tie my shoe."

"Uh-huh…" John looked at Dean disbelievingly.

"What? I said I'm fine!" Dean insisted. "Let's just get inside and see how Sammy's doing."

Dean and John followed the stretcher into the hospital, the renewed concern for his brother giving him the boost of energy he needed to make it through the doors.

As soon as they stepped into the hospital's main lobby, Dean was shoved aside by several people in white coats.

Numbers were called out as the people swarmed around Sam, shoving Dean further out of the way.

Dean's pupils were so uneven that even a candy striper would've noticed, but no one paid the sixteen-year-old any attention. Even his father left his side and moved in closer to Sammy.

Dean's vision was starting to swim again. "Dad?" He called out feebly, his voice drowned out by the buzz of activity.

Well this sucks he thought as the room began to tilt in various directions.

He closed his eyes and shook his head slightly. When he opened them, he was relieved to find that the room was relatively still now.

He decided that it'd be best if he just went to the waiting room and found someplace to sit… and fast.

John glanced around the room, sensing an emptiness that had not been present before. It was then he noticed Dean was no longer in sight. "Have you seen my other son?" he asked one of the nurses caught up in the frenzy surrounding Sam.

"Other son? Tall, handsome boy? I think he headed off towards the waiting room."

John glanced at Sammy and was reassured by the doctors that his youngest was now resting comfortably and was in no immediate danger.

Before leaving the room, John glanced at Sam's monitors. He read the numbers to verify for himself that Sam would indeed be alright, then headed off to find his wandering son.

"Dean?" John glanced around the tables and the chairs after arriving in the waiting room. "Dean?" he tried again. He must've headed down to the cafeteria… he thought to himself.

He was just about to continue down the hallway to continue his search elsewhere when he caught a glimpse of a still figure out of the corner of his eye.

John walked around the table and was shocked to see Dean lying on the floor, un-moving.

"Dean? Dean! I need you to wake up, kiddo," John coached. Dean remained on his stomach, completely motionless.

"Shit! Son, you need to respond for me..." He carefully laid two fingers on the side of Dean's neck feeling for a pulse. At first, he couldn't find one and his heart sank into his stomach.

Thankfully, after pressing a little harder and sliding his fingers down a few centimeters, he felt the erratic and sluggish pulse. "Thank god."

"Help!" John yelled down the relatively empty corridor. "I need some help over here!"

He turned back to his son. "Dean? Come on, buddy. You gotta wake up now."

John gently moved Dean's lax hands away from his head and placed them on the ground above him. He carefully tapped the side of Dean's face that was facing upwards.

"Where the FUCK is everyone?" John roared.

He was rewarded when a nurse came running in his direction. She knelt down on the floor next to them.

"What happened?" She demanded.

"I… I don't know. I was with my other son and Dean… He must've left, but when I came to find him he was…." John was in shock. How could I have missed this?

"Don't worry, sir. From what the ambulance attendants told us, he hid his injuries well."

She pulled her pager out. "I'm alerting the trauma staff." After what seemed like ages, but in reality was only seconds, a group of doctors and nurses was rushing down the hallway with a stretcher and equipment.

"What's his status?" the doctor that seemed to be in charge asked.

"Critical," the nurse replied. "His blood pressure is bottoming out and his respirations are fourteen and shallow."

The team worked to secure Dean's head and neck with a c-collar and a c-spine board as they moved him from the cold floor to the gurney.

The doctors worked as they moved Dean to the trauma room. "I want you," he began, pointing to a young intern, "to give me vital updates every five minutes. And you," he directed another person, "get x-rays down here. We need a portable chest series and full skull and spine series. We don't know the extent of his injuries or what he jostled when he was moving."

The people stood around for a moment, shocked. The hospital was small and didn't have trauma patients very often. "I said MOVE IT PEOPLE!" the doctor yelled.

Everyone sprang into action, rushing to their assigned duties. The nurse from earlier skillfully cut off Dean's shirt and pants.

"Shit!" John said, drawing slight attention to himself. "I didn't realize…." his voice trailed off as he glanced at the multiple deep bruises on Dean's abdomen and chest.

The lead doctor worked fast and efficiently as he gently began to palpate Dean's skull and worked his way down Dean's body.

"Feels like a definite break in the left clavicle…" he started as he continued the palpations. "Multiple breaks in the ribs…" As he reached Dean's abdomen, he himself let out a curse "Shit! His belly's hard as a rock. We're gonna need to get him an OR, stat! Kelly, book it now!"

"Doctor…" one of the nurses began. "His blood pressure is dropping."

Dr. Kline glanced at Dean's readings. "Damn. Wrap and go people! We've gotta get him open, stat, and find the source of the bleeding!"

At that moment a noise cut clean across the room. It was the noise of the flat-line as the monitors came to life.

"Defibrillators!" Dr. Kline called out.

"Charging!" a nurse yelled back. "350! Clear!"

Dean's body arched off the table as the electric shock traveled through his body.

"No rhythm. Shock again!" The doctor commanded.

"Charging 400...Clear!" This time, a sinus rhythm appeared on the screen.

"No respirations…." the nurse that was controlling the ambu-bag told him.

"We don't have time!" the doctor yelled. "Continue respirations as we move him…NOW!"

The doors were thrown open and John looked on in shock after having been ushered from the room.

A petite nurse was straddling Dean, handling the ambu-bag as she rhythmically pumped air into his critically injured son's lungs.

John couldn't help but think as Dean disappeared through the doors with the team Dean would be loving that if the situation weren't so dire.

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