Hey thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter.. made me smile a lot!

Sorry about the cliffhanger from the last one and any more to come I just want to keep my readers intrigued. Anyway here's the next chapter in the story hope you enjoy it!

"Please… have a seat," the doctor said kindly to Sam, pointing at the chair the other side of her large desk. "My name is Dr. Beckett, and I was the attending surgeon for your sister and brother when they were brought in. "

"How are they Doc, please tell me they're okay?" Sam pleaded with the Doctor in front of him. He knew that eventually that praying for it all to turn out well wouldn't make a difference, but he couldn't help but try.

"During the accident, your sister wasn't wearing her seatbelt. She went head first through the windscreen hitting the ground with great force. She hit her head pretty hard and broke one of her legs and one of her arms. " she confessed, trying to slow down the harsh reality. "At first we were worried about injuries to her head, but hitting the glass caused great injury to her chest and stomach. She had internal bleeding, which luckily we were able to control. However, she also sustained contusions to her liver and kidney. That is our main concern at the moment, making sure an infection doesn't develop. " She said calmly, trying to avoid the pained look on the young mans face before her. She's finished surgery and is up in ICU, though she is still unconscious, and will be for a while" she finished, relieved that she had got it all out. "You can go and see her if you like"

"err… yea ok " Sam stuttered looking at the floor beneath him. He had suddenly gone from worried to pained, feeling like everything was crashing down on him. Charlie had surgery… she had internal bleeding and broken legs and Dean, Dean.. "What about my brother?" Sam questioned suddenly questioning whether he really wanted to know, as Dr Beckett's face dropped with the mention of his brother.

"I'm afraid your brother suffered the worst. He sustained serious injuries to his chest and abdomen, as well as blood loss. But the head trauma is what I'm worried about. There are early signs of cerebral edema." She confessed reluctantly. This was a part of the job she hated. Obviously this family was close, they didn't deserve this much pain.

"Well what can we do?" Sam questioned, again panic flaring up in his gut.

"Well we wont know his full condition until he wakes up- if he wakes up."

"If?"

"I have to be honest most patients with his degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. He's fighting hard but you need to have realistic expectations, son. " She breathed out quickly, hoping to get it all out. God she hated this.

Sam didn't know what to say anymore. He just looked at the doctor blankly, hoping she would say it was all a mistake. They'd mixed up the files, and everything would be fine after all. But she didn't. She just got up patted him on the shoulder and left. He was alone- again. The same feeling he felt after Jess died. He didn't think he could handle another important person leaving him. Let alone two of them. Carrying on, hunting, just didn't seem worth it without Dean and Charlie.

SN

As Dean wandered through the quiet halls of the hospital, he didn't know what to think. At that moment he felt more alone than he had in a long time. Physically alone. No one could see, or hear him. He was just a lonely figure walking around the hospital by himself. He had to help his family- look after them while they were in trouble. "Cerebral edema…" he muttered to himself quietly. Things were worse than he thought. When he first saw himself on that bed, he knew things everything wasn't okay.. but knowing that he could die, he'd never known that kind of fear. And Lottie, who he'd always tried to protect, was unconscious, alone in ICU. She of all people didn't deserve this. She'd never done any thing wrong, but was always punished.

Walking through the corridor, he caught site of his brother in his dad's room. Needing to see them both alive and well, he went in to hear their conversation.

"All right, here. Give 'em my insurance." John spoke giving Sam a plastic card.

"Elroy McGillicuddy?" Sam asked, making Dean laugh… nothing had changed.

"And his three loving children. So…what else did the doctor say about Dean?" John asked, pausing slightly before hand. Dean could see the pain on his fathers face, things were pretty bad.

"Nothin'. Look, since the doctors won't do anything…then we'll have to, that's all. I don't know, I'll find some hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on him."

Dean moved from the doorway to lean against the table next to his father's bed. If he knew his dad and brother, this conversation was all too calm, he was sure something was gonna blow up at some point. Especially with everything so tense at the moment.

"We'll look for someone."

"Yeah." Sam said quickly, with certainty in his voice, nothing was gonna stop him helping his brother.

"But, Sam…I don't know if you're gonna find anyone." John said regretfully, it hurt him so much to say those words,

Sam's head quickly shot up from where the floor the end of his dad's bed, to stare angrily into his eyes. "Why not? I found that faith healer before."

"Well, that was one in a million." He knew that whatever he said Sam would get upset and angry, but it was the truth- he wanted to be realistic about the situation.

"So what? What, do we just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?"

"No, I said we'd look. All right? I'll check under every stone. How's charlotte doing?" He asked, mentioning his daughter for the first time.

Dean didn't want to hear it anymore. He was supposed to be the strong one, the one that everyone looked up to, but he wasn't. Then, he felt so tired and angry. He felt so weak. All of the things the demon had said… killing his mother, his plans for Sammy, everything was more than he could handle. One minute the four of them were buzzed thinking that they were finally gonna kill the creature that destroyed the normal life they once had. But suddenly every thing changed, it all got so much more complicated. He knew he had to go and do something he really didn't want to- go and see his sister.

SN

"Oh, man. Dean is gonna be pissed." Sam winced glaring at the battered side of the impala.

"Look, Sam…this just ain't worth a tow. I say we empty the trunk and sell the rest for scrap. " Sam's head shot up quickly after retrieving his destroyed laptop from the back of the car.

"No. Dean would kill me if we did that. When he gets better, he's gonna wanna fix this."

As much as he wanted it to be true, Bobby knew that the chance of Dean having a full recover was slim. Yet he put on a brave face for Sam, he didn't want to make it worse, so instead focused back on the car. "There's nothin' to fix. The frame's a pretzel, the engine's ruined –- barely any parts worth salvagin'.

"Listen to me, Bobby. If there's only one working part, that's enough. We're not just gonna give up on…" Sam trailed off knowing he was no longer talking about the car

"Okay. You got it."

"Here. Dad asked if you could get this stuff for him. " Sam asked, taking a list from his pocket.

"What's John want with this?"

"Protection from the demon." Sam noticed something was up, from the look on Bobby's face. Earlier on his father seemed more concerned with the colt than his own son and daughter. Maybe it was to do with the Demon… "What?"

"Nothin'. It's just, uh…"

"Bobby. What's goin' on?"

SN

Dean walked slowly through the doors to his sister's room in intensive care. Seeing his siblings in pain never got easier, he knew today wouldn't be any different. His eyes suddenly came to land on the figure in front of him. Lottie- his Lottie was laying flat on her back surrounded by machinery and wires, all feeding her things to keep her with him. Listening to what the doctor had said, she made it seem like there was hope for her… like she had a fighting chance, but to Dean, she looked any thing but safe. Her skin was pale, and her eyes were closed, covering the bright green eyes that mirrored his own. She looked… dead. Her mouth was kept open only by the breathing tube protruding out. Her left arm was in a cast, as was her leg, lifted up of the bed to help it heal.

"Lottie…" taking in the sight of his little sister. Slowly he walked towards the bed, and sat on the chair next to her. Picking up her left hand he held it tight, stroking it, trying to avoid the IV, they'd placed through her vein.

"Lottie" he called again. "Hey can you hear me?" he asked quietly but was greeted with nothing but silence and the quiet beep of the heart machine and the slow whoosh of the ventilator. "I know you're in there Charlie, answer me please. Do anything, just let me know you can hear me." This was harder than he thought. Usually Charlotte was the first to let him now she could hear him. Usually telling him to be quiet. He laughed to himself at the memory.

"Listen, Lottie, I know at the moment things seem bad… really bad, but I promise you, things will be fine. I'm gonna get better, and we'll all kill that son of a bitch for what he's done to us. We'll do it together. I promise. He said kissing her limp hand. "I know it seems like dad's not trying… but I know we'll pull through, he wont watch us die… he can't" he said more to himself than Charlotte.

At that moment, he heard a strange noise outside her door. He turned his head around quick enough to see a strange ghost like figure rush past him. After giving his sister a quick kiss on the forehead, Dean rushed out to follow the creature. Suddenly he heard a woman's panicked scream. Running into the hallway, Dean saw the body of a woman on the floor in one of the rooms, clasping her throat, shaking violently. Dean was too shocked to move, he had no idea what was going on.

"Help! Help!" she shouted, snapping Dean out of his trance.

"Hey! I need some help in here! He shouted running next to the woman as she lay on the floor.

"I can't….breathe!" she screamed, as blood started to pour from her throat.

Knowing there was nothing he could do anymore, Dean hurriedly ran back down to his father's room, just as Sammy entered.

"Sammy, tell me you can freakin' hear me, man. There's somethin' in the hospital. Now you gotta bring me back and we've gotta hunt this thing. Sam!" Dean screamed with frustration, this was getting too much.

"You're quiet." John noted, before Sam slammed a bag down on the end of the bed. Dean could see the anger on his face, and let lout a worried sigh.

"You think I wouldn't find out?"

"What are you talkin' about?" John answered keeping his voice low.

"That stuff from Bobby. You don't use it to ward off a demon; you use it to summon one. You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you, and having some stupid macho showdown!" Sam screamed, letting out all the anger and frustration he had been feeling for the last couple of days.

"I have a plan, Sam.

"That's exactly my point! Dean is dying, Charlie is in ICU and you have a plan! You know what, you care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own children!"

Dean took a step forward, trying to intervene with no results. "No, no, no. Guys, don't do this!"

"Do not tell me how I feel. I am doing this for them."

"How? How is revenge gonna help them? You're not thinkin' about anybody but yourself! It's the same selfish obsession!"

"Come on, guys, don't do this!" again dean pleaded.

"It's funny, you know what, I thought this was your obsession, too!" John interrupted Dean without realising. "This demon killed your mother, killed your girlfriend, it tried to kill your sister! You begged me to be part of this hunt! Now, if you killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened!"

"It was possessing you, Dad, I would've killed you, too!" Sam exclaimed, suddenly feeling tears pooling in his eyes.

"Yeah, and your brother would be awake right now!"

"Shut up, both of you!" Dean shouted, not caring that nobody could hear him.

"Go to hell."

"I should have never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake! If I hadn't all of this wouldn't have happened. "

"I said, "Shut up!" Dean shouted knocking over the glass jug of water on the side. John and Sam all of a sudden went quiet, feeling something else in the room. "Dude, I full-on Swayze'd that mother." Dean laughed, before crashing to his knees in pain. Suddenly everything became darker and dizzier, as his head felt like it was on fire.

"Something's goin' on out there." John said, gesturing for Sam to leave the room.

Sam ran into his brother's room quickly, to discover nurses and doctors around him on the bed, using a defibrillator to try and resuscitate him. Sam felt his vision go blurry, as tears clouded in his eyes

"All clear." The doctor ordered

"Clear." The nurse replied, shocking him to no affect.

"No." Sam sobbed, listening to the flat lining on the heart monitor.

"Still no pulse."

"Okay, let's go again. 360."

"Charging."

"All clear."

"Clear." A nurse said, again shocking Dean with no affect. "Still no pulse. Clear." At this moment dean walked into his room, to see himself being worked on. Above him, floating was the same see-through figure he'd seen earlier.

"You get the hell away from me. Stay back!" Dean shouted approaching the thing above him.

"No change. I'm starting CPR."

"Get back!" Dean yells louder than he has before, almost as an echo. Sam suddenly looked around the room; did he really just hear what he thought he heard? Shocked, Sam looked around the room, expecting to see Dean there in front of him.

Dean screamed at the creature in anger, throwing it at the wall, for it only to disappear.

"We have a pulse. We're back into sinus rhythm." Sam breathed a heavy sigh of relief, realising he hadn't breathed for the past 2 minutes. He walked out into the hallway, trying to get some space.

"Don't worry, Sammy. I'm not goin' anywhere. I'm gettin' that thing before it gets me. It's some kind of spirit, but I could grab it. And if I can grab it, I can kill i.." Dean said before abruptly being by a girls screams, only this time he knew who's it was…

"Oh my God" he whimpered "Lottie.." on the ground at the other end of the corridor was his sister collapsed on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood. Running than he had ever run before. As he got closer, he could see there was a long trail of blood going around the corner and pooling around her, as if she was trying to escape from something. Then, just as quickly as he'd seen her, she was gone. Vanished.

"Charlie.. Charlotte! Charlotte" He shouted over and over, spinning around in circles to find his sister.

"Dad! Dad, its Charlie, she's crashing" Dean turned his head back to the end of the corridor to see Sam shouting at his father, and then turning to the stairs. Dean followed, hot on his heels.

As Sam entered, he whimpered, seeing the several doctors and nurses crowded around his sister, trying to revive her. "She's not breathing, keep pumping." One of the staff shouted as a nurse was pumping oxygen into his sister's mouth. Then he noticed the red on the sheets around her.

"Oh God" he cried. "Oh God. What happened?" He asked sprinting forward to get a glance at her motionless body.

"Please, sir steps back." A nurse said sharply pushing him back away from the bed.

"No. Please that's my si.. my little sister" he cried as he was led further away, out of the room

"I understand that sir, we're doing all we can for her, please just relax" she said returning back to the chaos next door.

"RELAX!" Sam shouted. How had things got this bad? She was in the clear; she was supposed to be fine. "relax?" he repeated quietly to himself, collapsing into the seats outside the room next to her.

SN

Dean felt like he couldn't breath again. Like just a few minutes ago, as the creature was sucking the life out of him, but this time he couldn't do anything but sit and watch as what little left of his family there was, was destroyed.

He slowly sat down on the chair next to Sam, watching his little brother crying out all his sadness with his head in his hands. Slowly he put his hand on Sam's shoulder, only for Sam's head to shoot up and look him directly in the eye. As if he knew he was there.

"Dean if you're around man, please wake up. I need you to wake up. This family isn't a family without you." Sam said sadly looking straight ahead of him. "I thought everything was going to be okay dude but… but it's not. You almost died Dean and now Charlie she- I don't know she's …" he stopped not being able to finish the sentence.

Dean gulped, after facing the state of his family head on. This was worse than anything they'd ever dealt with before. He needed to sort this now. Lives depended on it- including his own.

Dean got up from the cold chair, and slowly headed back down the corridor, to his fathers room. On the way, however he heard a woman crying, calling for help

"now what.." he sighed running in the direction of the noise.

SN

Charlotte woke up with a start. Something had frightened her awake. Looking around she had no idea where she was. She seemed to be on the floor, in the middle of a hospital corridor. There were people around her, doctors and nurses, all going about their duty.

"Excuse me?" she asked, a woman dressed in scrubs. However she got no answer. "Excuse me please?" she repeated, with the same result. "Well that was rude," she said to herself.

Looking around, glancing at people who she thought were staring at her, Charlie soon realized that no one could see her. Or hear her apparently. "What the hell is going on?" She thought to herself.

"Well look who it is. Little Lottie Winchester." A voice behind her taunted. "Twice in one week.. aren't I Lucky" it joked.

Slowly, terrified of what would face her, Charlie turned round to meet the voice behind her. "Oh god" she whimpered, breathing heavily as she said it.

Things had just gotten even worse for the Winchesters.

Sorry if it's a bit short I will try and make them longer from now on, and will probably finish this episode in the next chapter and start doing an episode per chapter.

Hope you like it… please review and let me know what you think!