I'm so pleased with the response that I have gotten from this story! I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to update… but there was some sort of error issue everytime that I tried to update! Anyway, here is a new story, and I will try to post another sometime this week (spring break starts on Friday… and I don't know if I will have internet after that).
Creator: Judyann
Topic: Sam and Dean get in a car crash while Dean is teaching Sam how to drive. Dean is mad that his car is messed up, until he finds out that Sam is hurt.
Summary: It was supposed to be a sanded road… but nothing can every go right for the Winchester's. Sam is 15, Dean is 19
Warnings: May contain language and will contain small amounts of blood.
Extras: Please excuse any medical stuff that is wrong (I'm not a doctor). Thank you so much for reading and don't forget to share your own ideas! Enjoy!
Slip 'n Slide
"Now, ease up off the clutch." Dean instructed uneasily.
It was Sam's first time driving and that alone had Dean worried, but add on an ice storm the night before… and presto, one very worried older brother.
Sam slowly released the clutch and then gently pushed on the gas pedal… the car roared and jutted forward, coming to a quick halt when Sam slammed on the brakes. Both passengers hit the seats at the sudden brake.
"Sorry." Sam mumbled, slightly embarrassed. The last thing that he needed to do was to wreck his brother's precious Impala, but at the rate that he was going, he'd be lucky to go one mile before dark.
"It's alright, Sammy, just try again." Dean prompted.
Sam pushed down on the gas once again, putting the slightest amount of pressure on it that he possibly could. The car rolled forward, and for once, it didn't scare Sam. I can do this! Sam thought to himself.
"Good job, Sammy! Now just take it slow, and drive down this road a little bit." Dean said.
"What about the ice?" Sam questioned worriedly. Ice coated the black road, creating a glassy smooth look that reflected the sunlight blindingly.
"Don't worry about it, there's sand up ahead."
"Okay." Sam replied as he carefully went down the icy road.
There was a corner coming up ahead, and that scared Sam… a lot! Driving on a straight stretch was one thing, but doing a corner while it was icy is a whole other story! He turned the wheel bit by bit, until they were rounding the corner…
Just then the back tires started to fish tale, swooping side to side, finally sending the car spiraling uncontrollably. Sam pounded on the brakes, but they continued to spin. He vaguely heard his brother saying to "turn into the slide", but it was too late… the car smashed into a tree, the tree pushing the left side of the sleek muscle car in… Then, it all went black.
Sam was the first to awaken. He groggily opened his eyes, wincing when the light pouring through the cracked windshield burned his eyes, and sent his head throbbing. What happened? Sam questioned himself. Icy roads, car crash, tree, Dean! Sam sat up quickly; biting back a scream as his side brutally protested the movement. Quickly looking down, he found a large, dark spot of blood slowly growing under his black shirt. Lifting it up, he found deep bruises all along his ribcage, but what made him nearly throw up was the sight of one of his ribs, sticking out of his skin. He shivered in pain, and after quickly assessing himself, he concluded that besides a few cuts and bruises, the rest of his body was fine.
He put down his shirt as he heard his brother begin to stir. Realizing that he really didn't want his brother to find out about his rib quite yet, he grabbed his jacket from next to him and slid it on, grunting in pain when it moved his broken rib. He could see his vision blurring, but his brother calling his name, brought him out of his phase.
"Sammy?" Dean asked, while opening his eyes. He had a killer headache, but other than that, everything was functioning properly.
"Here, Dean. Are you okay?" Sam answered, biting his lip when talking jarred his rib.
"My head hurts like a bitch, but I'll live, how about you?" Dean sat up and turned to his brother, frowning when he saw the paleness of Sam's skin.
"Same on the headache, but I'm good." Sam lied… If I can just wait until we get back to the hotel, then I can take care of this myself.
"Well, let's go check the damage then." Dean stated while opening his door and stepping out.
Sam tried to do the same, but his door was wedged closed by the tree.
"Dean, my door's stuck." Sam announced.
"Damn, you are seriously going to get a good butt whipping later." Dean declared as he saw the destruction of his most prized possession. Dean could literally see red.
"I'm sorry, Dean, I didn't mean to." Sam responded.
"Well, I told you to turn into the slide, I told you." Dean yelled.
"Sorry, I was a little busy freaking out! Dean this was my first time!" Sam argued back, while trying to slide out of the car with as little pain as possible.
"Look at the car, Sam! Do you have any idea how much time this will take to fix? Oh, dad is going to be pissed!" Dean hissed. "It had better run!"
"I'll pay for it, okay. Let's just go back." Sam suggested, feeling lightheaded.
"I don't need you to pay for it, just know that I am really mad!" Dean shot back before standing in front of Sam.
"Get out, so I can see if this thing will start." Dean continued.
Sam sighed lightly, before inching his way out. The second that he stood, the world spun around him, and he grabbed onto Dean for support.
"Whoa, you okay, Sammy?" Dean questioned. His angry tone slipped away instantly and was replaced with concern. Dean once again remembered the pale color of Sam's skin, and now looking at it, he could see small pink splotches forming on his cheeks.
"I'm fine, just go check on your stupid car." Sam mumbled, inconspicuously grabbing his side, cringing when he could feel the bone and the dampness of his blood as it slowly seeped through his jacket.
"Whatever." Dean stated before sliding into the car and turning the key… not even a sound! Come on! Dean thought trying again. Nothing happened. Damn!
"S'it working?" Sam slurred, leaning heavily on the car as pain ripped through his body.
"Nope, guess we're walking, Sammy. Now dad's really going to be pissed!" Dean grumbled.
"How far are we?" Sam inquired, wondering just how far his legs could walk before giving out, not to mention that grey clouds were coming in from the North, and that meant snow.
"About two miles, give or take. You know that Dad's gonna tan your ass, right?"
Sam groaned, both in pain and frustration.
"Well, let's get a move on Francis." Dean joked, while grabbing the gun stowed in the glove compartment… Just in case.
"Don't call me that!" Sam demanded.
"Fine, jerk."
"Bitch."
And with that they started their hike down the road, within ten minutes it started to snow; cold wind and half frozen droplets pelted their skin. Sam shivered and momentarily thought that he may be getting a fever. The farther they walked the groggier Sam got, and the more his side burned.
Dean noticed that Sam was starting to fall behind. Turning around to scold him, he found Sam shivering, completely colorless, except for the bright pink marks on his cheeks. Every time he would take a step, he would wince, but cover it up quickly.
"Sam, are you hurt?" Dean asked worriedly.
"M'fine" Sam replied, stumbling over his own feet, and falling into his big brother's arms.
"Sam! What the hell?"
"Just tripped, m'fine."
"Sure you are, where are you hurt?" Dean questioned concern overwhelming him. He once again noticed the pink marks on Sam's cheeks and carefully placed his hand on Sam's forehead, instantly feeling the intense heat rolling off of it.
"Crap kiddo, you're burning up!" Dean exclaimed.
"D'n, I'm dizzy." Sam whispered, giving in, and telling Dean how he felt.
"Okay, Sammy, we're gonna sit for a while, ready?"
Sam nodded, and Dean gently lowered himself and Sam to the snow-covered ground. He quickly wrapped his arms around Sam, trying to keep him warm, but when he touched Sam's left side, Sam screamed out.
"What, what's wrong?" Dean pleaded.
"M'ribs… broken." Sam panted, scrunching his eyes shut against the pain.
"Can I look?"
Sam nodded before crying out in pain.
"It's okay, Sammy, its gonna be okay." Dean soothed as he slowly lifted up Sam's blood covered shirt. Dean nearly passed out when he saw the bone sticking through Sam's skin. The wound was bright red, and already puss was oozing out of it. Deep bruising covered Sam's entire left side, and Dean guessed that there were probably more broken ribs hidden somewhere. I'm so stupid! Dean scolded himself for not noticing his brother's pain earlier.
"I'm so sorry, Sammy, I'm gonna fix this, I promise!"
"Don' feel good, D'n." Sam muttered.
"It's okay. I'll get you back to the motel, and then Dad can fix you up, okay?" Dean encouraged.
"Okay." Sam replied.
Dean picked Sam up off the ground, being careful not to touch his injured side.
"I'll get you home, Sammy. Just hang on." Dean begged, tears beginning to form in his eyes.
"M'cold D'n." Sam said before going slack in his brother's arms.
"I know you are buddy, but we're only a couple minutes from the motel, then we can get you in a nice cozy bed… get some good painkillers in you, and you'll be as good as new." Dean hoped that his words were indeed true, but Sam was quickly fading, and they were still about a mile away… My brother's going to die, die in my arms, and it'll all be my fault! Dean thought to himself.
He then did something that he hadn't done in years… he prayed. Mom, if you're out there, Sam could really use your help right now, please Mom, I can't live without him, I can't lose both of you… I just can't! He's not gonna make it back to the motel, please, help us! Please, Mom! Dean prayed, tears falling down his face.
Who am I kidding, she's not coming. He thought to himself. Just then he heard a melody… he recognized it almost instantly, Hey Jude!
"Mom!" Dean yelled out in pure joy.
Suddenly their mom appeared before him, shining with light like the sun. She was just as Dean remembered her, smiling and happy. She glided over to him, almost like she was flying.
"Dean, you've grown up so much. What a great man you have become." She spoke softly, and wiped the tears off of Dean's cheeks.
"H-help, Sammy. Please, Mom!" Dean requested, trying to capture his mom's appearance in his mind, to remember forever.
"Dean, I will, but I need to tell you something first. There will be a war, a war of good and evil, and you and Sam are going to be the main contenders. I'm so sorry, Dean, I never meant for this to happen. Just always remember this; if you ever need my help, all you have to do is pray. I'll always be your mom, Dean, even if I can't kiss you good night every night. I have always watched over you, and I will forever, I love you, Dean." Mary said, giving Dean a kiss on the forehead.
"I love you too, Mom. When will I see you again?" Dean questioned.
"You always can, honey, I will always exist in your heart, and your mind. That is where true love lasts, even after that person has passed. Look there and you will find me. Good bye, for now, and take care of Sammy for me… I wish I could." Mary concluded before touching Dean on the head, a white light flashed, and Hey Jude rang in his ears, and suddenly Dean was back in the motel room. Sam was still in his arms, but the redness on his cheeks was gone, and after lifting up Sam's shirt, Dean noted that the wound was gone as well. Thank you, Mom!
Suddenly, their Dad rushed out of the bathroom, looking shocked.
"How-" John started.
"Mom, mom saved us." Dean explained, before breaking down in tears. Tears of joy, tears of sadness, tears that were meant to fall years ago, but never got the chance. But as Dean looks at his broken, yet strong family, he knows that he couldn't be luckier. He has a brother who is once again well, a father, who at times may take the hunt too far, but who will always care… and a mother, who even though she is dead, she will never be gone. THE END!
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