So here's chapter 2 =) I was pretty fast, wasn't I ? But I know it's quite short... I tried to work on the rushing-thing..hope it worked if not..well maybe next time;) And again reviews are very appreciated;)

Unfortunatly the boys are not mine I just love to steal them out of Kripkes hands and play with them ;)

(I've waited so long to write that 'cause I always loved the way you guys write about the copyrigth^^)

This one's from the POV of the paramedic so don't be confused I wanted to try it ;)

He couldn't be older than 28. Not older than his own son.

And it was serious, he knew how those kinds of injuries normally went.

First a puntured lung, than more internal bleeding of wounds that hadn't been detected before.

Blood loss, heart failure. And then only one way to go...

But this time would be different, James wouldn't let this young man die. This young man they had just gotten out of the once beautiful '67 Impala.

They were now loading him on a gurney to get him in the helicopter that waited just hundred yards away.

James stroke through his brown long beard as he felt the air from the rotor swirl around him, raising snow. He had already attached an IV to the mans hand and had informed the hospital about the extent of his injuries. At least the once he knew about. He felt the snow creaking under his shoes and noticed that it had started to snow again as he helped carrying the man to the helicopter and jumped in right after him.

He would look out for this guy. He sat down next the injuried and checked his vitals. They weren't good, his heart beating a bit too fast and his BP just a bit low, but nothing to worry about. At least not yet.

The man was pale and James knew that was no good sign. He had probably already lost quite a lot of blood and there was nothing he could really do about that but giving him more through the IV.

He had to make sure they would be careful, that they would save the man. Not like all those others he had helped and who had died anyway.

James put on the headset and gestured to the pilot to start. He heard the familiar beeping of the machine confirming that there was still hope, that the mans heart was still beating, that he was still fighting.

The old man felt uncomfortable when the helicopter started, he always did, had never liked flying especially when the weather wasn't good.

He once again looked at the injured and couldn't help but feel reminded of his son.

For a few minutes he just sat there unable to do something as his partner worked on the young man on the gurney.

They couldn't do much here, in the helicopter, just make sure he would make it to the hospital where they could really help him.

James could hear the laboured breathing of the man and listened to the wheezing in and outtakes of breath.

In... out...in ...out...in...out... and then ...nothing...

Nothing but the sound of the alarm going off as the man flat lined.

I know I'm evil but I can assure you I'm not gonna let Dean slip away this easily so not a death fic ;) (I don't like those, they make me sad :D)

Trying to get the next one up ASAP but you know I'm a student so...got to make my teachers happy as well:P