Storm of Emotions Chapter Two

Disclaimer: I don't own anything recognizable in this story or the Winchester's. They belong to Kripke and the CW. I am making no profit from this story!

Author's Note: I was blown away by the response to my first chapter. A huge thanks to everyone who reviewed, read, and put this story on alert! I hope I can do justice to the rest of this story! All mistakes are mine.

Author's Note 2: A huge thank you to Blue Peanut M&M, 1PAGAN3, and Dark Supernatural, without all of their encouragement, this story never would have been posted

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Sitting beside his father in the car, Dean suddenly had an uneasy feeling overwhelm him making him shiver. Noticing what happened, John looked at his oldest. "Dean, is everything… cutting off his dad Dean replied, something just happened to Sammy, I can feel it. Dad we need to get there now!" Knowing the connection and the bond that his sons shared, John pushed the gas pedal even harder and the big, black car roared down the road.

As he sat watching the road and praying to find his baby brother, memories flooded thru Dean's mind. He thought of that night so long ago when he carried a six month old Sammy out of the house, Sammy's first step, Sammy saying his name for the first time, taking Sammy to his class on the first day of school, and being there to comfort Sammy after he was hurt on his first hunt! Tears sprung to his eyes making them glisten as he feared what could be happening to Sam now.

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Sam knew he was going to die if he couldn't get that black dog off of him soon. The edges of his vision was starting to black out and he feared losing consciousness. He felt weighted down by the body of the dog, yet he was able to bring his feet up and get the dog off of him with a mighty push. Sam reached down to get the knife in his boot. Rising to unsteady feet, he held the knife in his uninjured arm and lashed out at the dog as it lunged again striking it in the leg. The dog howled in pain, but continued to fight.

Sam could feel himself starting to black out. He knew he was losing too much blood from the feel of it running down his arm and dripping off of his fingers. "Oh God, somebody please help me" was his last thought as he felt his knees start to buckle and saw the black dog lunging again to sink its teeth into his leg. Just before passing out, Sam thought he heard the sound of the impala in the distance but knew it couldn't be so because nobody knew he had left.

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As the impala rounded the corner, Dean's eyes grew huge. "Oh my God Dad, it's Sammy. Both of the oldest Winchesters watched as the black dog launched itself at the baby of their family and bit deeply into his leg. Knowing that they would lose Sammy if they didn't act quick, John slammed the brakes bringing the car to a shuddering halt while at the same time opening the door and taking aim with the pistol that was at his side. With a steady hand, he shot the black dog watching as it got off of his son and started towards him.

Dean didn't even have time to blink as he watched the events unfold before him. He saw his dad shoot the dog that was attacking Sam and watched as it started their way. Without pausing to think he about it, he brought up the rifle and fired hitting the dog in the chest and observing as it slumped to the ground dead with a large pool of what appeared to blood spreading around the dog. Dean raced past the dog, not even stopping to make sure it was dead to get to his baby brother with John only one step behind!

Sammy was lying on the side of the road unconscious soaking wet. As Dean held his baby brother in his arms softly whispering words of encouragement to him, John checked Sammy for injuries noticing the fever that was wracking his son's frail body. Seeing how quickly blood was leaking from the wound on his leg, John whipped off his belt using it as a tourniquet to staunch the flow of blood. From there he checked his rubs for any injuries and finding nothing, he moved on to his shoulder. John took of his now wet shirt and applied pressure to the shoulder to try and stop it from bleeding.

After checking Sammy's head and eyes finding no signs of injury or concussion, John spoke to Dean. "Dean go climb into the back of the car while I pick Sammy up. We've got to get him to the hospital quick. He's already lost too much blood."

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Dean ran to the impala and climbed in the back as instructed as John gently lifted his baby feeling guilty as Sammy groaned even in unconsciousness. As John passed Sammy into Dean, he instructed Dean to keep pressure on the shoulder wound. He then got a blanket from the trunk and tucked it around his baby trying to get him as warm as possible since it was obvious that Sammy was already suffering from shock. John quickly climbed into the front seat and guided the impala at increasing speed towards the nearest hospital.

As he cradled his unconscious baby brother and heard his ragged breathing, Dean softly spoke to him. "Sammy you've got to fight this. I know your tired and hurting, but I can't make it without beside me. I need you bro"

Deep in the recesses of his mind, Sam thought he heard Dean talking to him. His mind picked up pieces of the conversation… Sammy…fight…hurting…beside me. He tried to latch on the words, but they were fleeting and his quickly slipped back into a warm place where he felt safe and didn't hurt.

Watching his son's through the rear view mirror and seeing a panicked look on Dean's face, John asked how his youngest was doing. "He's getting worse dad, his breathing is getting much worse, it's like he is struggling for air now". Dean could hear the wet, rasping sounds that were starting to rattle his brother's chest when he breathed and feared what it meant.

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Finally reaching the hospital, John pulled up to the Emergency Room doors with screeching tires. He flung open his door and reached into the back to pulled a limp Sammy from his brothers arms. Both John and Dean raced into the hospital with John hollering "I need some help here, my son's been attacked by a dog"

Seeing the obviously unconscious and bleeding young boy, two orderlies ran up to John and helped him place Sam onto the gurney. As they pushed the gurney at a quick pace, John and Dean ran beside them, a doctor joined the group and asked if the teen had any allergies and what his blood type was. John immediately responded with the fact that Sam wasn't allergic to anything that he knew of and that he had type O blood.

As they reached the treatment room doors, Sam was quickly pushed inside while John and Dean were told that they couldn't enter and that the doctor would come talk to them in the waiting room as soon as possible. John and Dean walked over to find two uncomfortable looking chairs and settled in for what could be a long wait, each with fears running through their minds about the youngest Winchester!

After what seemed like hours, a doctor with bloody scrubs on walked out and asked for the family of Samuel Bittner. John and Dean stood up together with John saying "I'm his father and this is his brother Dean. The doctor approached the weary men cautiously and said "I am your son's doctor. Please follow me to my office so we can speak privately about your son."

TBC.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this latest chapter and I will post again as soon as possible. I have family visiting from Pennsylvania so it might take a few days for me to post the next chapter. Have a great day!