1Hey this chapter was a little harder, cuz I had to think bout it. LOL!

Its kinda short but here it is. Again I don't own Sma, Dean or John...but man if I did...

Sirens were heard in the distance. "Don't worry Sammy, helps almost here. Hold on" Dean urged his brother to keep fighting and hoped that his brother would listen to him for once.

FACING THE FACTS

The parimedics worked extremly fast on the young boy clinnging to life. They shouted medical terms that Dean nor John understood. They had been pushed aside when the parimedics arrived but all they really wanted to do was be close to Sam. The urge to push the parimedics out of the way was very high but they didn't move. They watched as Sam was put on a strecher and roled into the ambulance.

"Sir?"

Snapping from his gaze on Sam, John slowly turned his head. "Yes"

"Your son is in critical condition at this point. He has lost a fair amount of blood from his attack. What blood type is.."

Dean to had snapped from his gaze. "Sam!"

"Thank you, what blood type is he?"

"AB positive."

"Okay." the parimedic turned to his collige to shout out orders. "He's AB positive, start him on a transfusion, hes already lost a fair amount of blood. It might help himm make it to the hospital."

"What do you mean it might?" Fear and concern was written clearly over Dean and Johns face. John's question was said soflty but it was full of emotion.

"At this point sir, with this amount of blood loss theres a slim chance he'll make. I'm sorry. We need to get moving now but you can follow us in your car."

John nodded slightly but didn't move. Dean however was already in the car waiting impatiently for his father. "Dad, lets go!"

His son's voice sounded urgent and it made John move to the impala. They began to follow the ambulance to the hospital. " Dammit!"

Dean turned to his father who was cluthing the sterring wheel tightly. His knuckles where white but his face was whiter. "You guys are the most important people in the world to me I should have payed more attention to that myth. If..if."

John let a few unshed tears fall down his cheeks. Dean was slightly shocked because he has never seen his dad cry. Not after Mary at least.

" Dad it was a mistake, it wasn't your fault. It was that wareigo. And I killed the son of a Btch...for Sammy.i'm proud of him dad. He shot that thing so good, it was just crappy luck. I know you're proud of him to. Don't worry dad he's a Winchester, and that means he'll fight. He won't give up dad, he won't."

John turned his head to stare at his eldest son. His son was dealing with this so much better than he was. He knew Dean was concerned and worried it was written all over his face but he also saw a glimpse of hope, something he lost after his precious Mary was taken. But Dean's words were filled with hope and to John's surprise they rubbed off on him.

"I know son, I know."

The rest of the drive was silent. It felt like an enternity had passed when in actuality it had only been 5 minutes. They were met by a doctor who then rushed Sam into surgery to repair the damage done. A slim blonde nurse lead them to a private waiting from to await news on Sam. John was deep in thought as was Dean but when the doorknob began to move they bolted up.

"Doctor, how is he, how's my Sammy."

The doctor looked from Dean then to John.

"Sir-"

"John"

"John, I'm not going to lie to you, your son is in critical condition and we don't expect him to make it to sunrise. I'm sorry"