Title: Aftermath

Summary:When a small town is attacked by demons with Cataclysmic results Dean, Sam, and a handful of survivors must fight to just to make it out alive. But there may be more to the plan than meets the eye and it's up to Sam and Dean to stop it.

Disclaimer:I do not own supernatural or any of its characters. I'm just borrowing them for a bit.

A/N:Please review and let me know what you think. Only five people reviewed so far and I know it's not really about the reviews but it would help me a lot to know what you guys were thinking. I'll see about having another chapter up within a couple of days hopefully I'll be able to post one before the holidays. (crossing my fingers) On that note Happy Holidays everyone!

"Your dad…" Dean said with his jaw clinched in anger. It was a good thing he wasn't around or he would have emptied a clip in him right then and there. Demons he understood. They were by definition evil, no conscious to tell them right from wrong, no soul to care. He even understood vengeful sprits. He didn't agree with what they've become but he understood how they got there. But living and breathing humans, he understood them less and less. He didn't even want to think of the reasons this guy used to justify doing this to his own kid or imagine what he did to her mother.

Dean put his duffle bag on the floor and dug through it. He pulled out a large knife in a leather case. He wasn't sure what happened to his pocket knife as far as he could tell it was somewhere buried beneath the debris back in his room. Dean unsnapped the button and pulled the knife from the case. Katie stumbled backwards terrified.

"It's okay." Dean said holding up both hands. "I'm just going to cut the ropes." He said nodding towards her hands.

Katie stared at him for a few moments before slowly stepping forward and holding out her hands. Dean cut the top piece of rope and unraveled the rest. He didn't want to risk her getting scared and jerking away mid cut. He threw the rope on the floor, tossed the knife in his duffle bag, and lifted up the sleeves of her jacket just enough so he could get a better view of her wrist. He held the small flashlight in his mouth while he turned her shaking hands with his. There were rope marks embedded in her wrist and small cuts on her hands and knuckles. He couldn't tell how bad it was with the amount of blood caked on her wrist and hands.

She was a fighter. From the looks of things she'd been locked in there for at least a couple days maybe more and she was still fighting to get out despite what she had seen. Dean shined the flashlight back into her face this time paying more attention to how healthy she looked. She had dark circles beneath her eyes and her lips were cracked. She looked weak, but she still had enough energy to beat on the door loud enough for him to hear it in the hall. He picked up the last bottle of holy water from his bag.

"Here, take a drink of his." He said holding the bottle to her lips. He knew it wasn't the best way to hydrate her but at the moment it was the best he could do. Plus he could kill two birds with one stone. He hated to suspect it but he'd seen demons chose kids as hosts before and if Trisha was possessed there was no telling how many others had been taken over.

Katie guzzled down most of the water. She coughed and whipped her mouth with her sleeve. Dean half smiled in relief.

"Ok…Let's get you out of here." Dean said picking her up. He tossed his duffle bag over his shoulder and handed the flashlight to Katie. He stood up and took his gun from his waistband. He walked over to the door way and peeked out putting Katie's body behind his. When he was sure it was clear he walked out into the hallway and made his way to the lobby with his gun raised. Katie gripped his jacket with her hand and laid her head on his shoulder. She used her other hand to shine the flashlight directly ahead of them.

When they made it to the lobby Dean put his back against the wall and peeked outside the shattered glass doors. He couldn't see much. Most of the street lamps and neon lights had been destroyed in the blast. As far as he could tell most of the buildings were still standing. If it wasn't for the fact every window was broken and stray cars was scattered across the street and even on sidewalks it would look like your run of the mill black out. One thing that was missing was the bodies. This place was littered with people just before the attack and there was no way any of them walked away from it at least none that he could see which only left one other explanation. Trisha wasn't the only one taken over by a demon. There was a lot more out there and he had no way of killing them.

He sighed and hit his head lightly against the wall. He had no clue how he was going to get them out safely. After a few moments Katie lifted her head and looked at him. He could tell she was confused, she obviously didn't understand what had happened and huge part of him didn't want her too. He also knew he might not have a choice in the matter. She was going to want answers eventually and he didn't know what else to tell her other than the truth. One step at a time. He reminded himself.

"Keep your head down and hold on tight." Dean said looking down at Katie.

She nodded and hid her face in his neck. She wrapped both arms around him and tightened her grip as much as her little arms would allow. Dean slid his gun into his coat pocket long enough to get his car keys from his front pants pocket. He put on of the rings on his finger then pulled his gun back out. He tightened his grip around Katie's waist before glancing outside one last time. He took a deep breath and made a dash for his car on the far side of the parking lot. Once he got to his car he instinctively unlocked the door and slung it open. He jumped in and sat Katie in the seat beside him before slamming the door shut.

"Get in the floor board and hang on. Don't come out until I say." Dean ordered.

Katie quickly did as she was told. Dean started the car and slammed it into drive. He sped out of the parking lot and onto the main road in the same direction Sam was when they last spoke. He had to look for him despite the risks. He had to know if he was ok. After a few miles without any surprises Dean slowed the car down and glanced down in the floor board. Katie was curled up with her knees pulled up to her chest with her head resting on her knees. She looked up at him, scared and confused. She obviously wanted answers but was too scared to ask the questions. She hadn't said anything since they left the motel room.

"You ok?" He asked glancing at the road. Katie looked up at him and shook her head. "Didn't think so…"

XXxXx Supernatural xXxXx

Chris sighed and tossed his gloves onto the ground beside him. He checked Sam's pulse and monitored his breathing. He was surprised when he noticed they were both within normal range. He picked up the small pin light from the supplies beside him and forced his eyelid open. He leaned over him and shined the light in his eyes. His pupil reaction was back to normal as well. He honestly didn't expect him to live this long much less that his vitals would return to normal.

He was doing this more for Taylor's sake than for Sam's. After the nightmare she'd been through today he couldn't tell her that no matter what they did to help he was dead anyways. She needed to have hope even if he didn't. His attempts to save him were real. He did everything he could, everything he was trained to do. He just never expected any of it to actually help. Chris rubbed his eyes and grabbed some gauze and an ace bandage from his supply bag and laid it down beside him.

He didn't want to have to do this. He saved the most painful for last never expecting to actually have to do it. He wanted his last moments on earth to be as painless as possible but now he didn't have a choice but to finish it. Chris put one hand on the back of Sam's head and the other on his shoulder.

"Help me get him up." He said nodding towards Taylor.

Taylor situated herself so that she had one knee under her and the other propped up in front of her. She put one hand beneath his arm and the other underneath his shoulder blade.

"On three…One…two…" Chris took a deep breath. "Three." He said pulling Sam up.

Taylor pulled as well until Sam was sitting straight up. Sam groaned in pain and grabbed Taylor's arm. His breathing became ridged and shallow. Chris laid Sam's head on Taylor's shoulder and grabbed the ace bandage. He quickly unraveled it and laid it across Sam's back diagonally going from right to left. He put the excess over his shoulder and around his waist. He pulled both ends together as tight as he could and tied them together to keep them from retracting.

"Ok, let's lay him back down." Chris said putting his arm across his chest and the other against his back.

Taylor put her hand on the back of Sam's head. They slowly laid him down and waited until he was comfortable again. Taylor laid Sam's arm beside his side and looked over at Chris searching for answers but his face was cold and unsharing as usual. She used to be able to tell what he was thinking or at least what he was feeling but now she was lucky just to catch a glimpse.

"You might want to step outside for this one." He said calmly. He took out another ace bandage from the bag and unraveled it before laying it across his lap.

"Why? What are you going to do?" She asked glancing down at Sam.

Chris put a gauze pad over the already sealed cut on Sam's arm and taped it into place. "You don't want to know."

Taylor furrowed her eyes and looked up at him. "Chris!" She nearly yelled.

She didn't bother trying to hide the worry and panic in her voice. She didn't have enough energy left to even try. Chris looked up at her startled. He didn't want her to have to see this. There wasn't anything she could do to help. All it would do was traumatize her more.

"Tell me…" She pleaded with him.

Chris sighed and shook his head. "His arm is broken. Now considering everything else that's probably wrong with him a broken arm is minor but we can't move him until I set it."

"Well set it." She said getting more confused by the second.

Chris sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. "Taylor, everything we've done to him so far is going to feel like a bee sting compared to what I'm about to do. The pain alone could send him into shock and if that happens there won't be anything I could do to help him."

Taylor barley managed to nod as she stared down at Sam. She knew he was in there somewhere. He proved that when he grabbed her arm. She couldn't leave him no matter how much she wanted to; leaving him with her brother was the equivalent of leaving him with a trained monkey. Her brother was a good person and he meant well but his bed side manner was horrible. He was never going to be the hand holding comforting type. He saw what had to be done and he done it. No questions asked, no emotions clouding his judgment. In this case that was good. It meant that he wasn't going to let the fear of hurting him get in the way of helping him but it also meant there was no way in hell she was leaving him alone. She knew if their positions were reversed she would want someone to be there to hold her hand.

"I'm staying." She said grabbing Sam's hand.

"Damn it Taylor." Chris said.

His voice was void of any anger. He sighed and stared at her for a long moment before shaking his head. He didn't understand what she was trying to accomplish by staying other than torturing herself. On the off chance he did manage live through this he wasn't going to remember any of it and if he did go into shock he wasn't planning on allowing him to suffer anymore. What difference would it make if she was there to hold his hand or not? The only thing she would have done is traumatize herself further which at this point would probably turn her catatonic. He couldn't allow her to do this to herself. It was his job to protect her even if that meant dragging her out of the car and tying her to a tree. Taylor saw her brother's eyes harden which in her case was never good.

"Chris I'm staying." She said before he had the chance to order her out of the car. "I can't leave him. No offence Chris but you're bedside manner sucks and if he does go into shock…" She stopped when he voice began to crack as tears began to stream down her cheeks. "I can't let him die alone…I can't." She said quickly brushing the tears away. She was too drained to try to hide her emotions and for the first time ever she saw that as a good thing.

"You have no idea who this guy is; for all you know he could be a serial killer." Chris said with his voice slightly raised.

"He could be a lot of things Chris. That doesn't change the way I feel. What if that was me? Wouldn't you want someone to hold my hand?"

"That would never happen! I wouldn't allow it." Chris said defensively.

"Maybe not. It still doesn't change the fact that this is my decision and I'm not leaving." She said knowing she made her point.

Chris shook his head and glared at her. "Fine, I can't make you leave but don't say I didn't warn you."

Chris lifted up Sam's left arm a few inches above his chest and straightened his arm out.

xXxXx Supernatural xXxXx

Sam took in a sharp breath and held in it until he couldn't any longer. When he released it short rapid breaths was all he could manage through the pain. He heard Taylor gasp and her grip on his right hand tighten. He could feel Chris's fingers probing the sharp edges of one of the bones in his forearm which obviously wasn't where it was supposed to be. Then a hand wrapped around his wrist and he felt Chris's palm firmly pressed against the bone. Sam tried to brace himself for what was coming next but there wasn't much he could do without control over his motor functions.

"It's going to be alright." He heard Taylor whisper in his ear.

He felt her hand touch his shoulder then without warning he heard the sickening sound of his own bone popping back into place followed by the sounds of his own screams. His eyes shot open as the unbearable pain surged from his forearm up to his shoulder and across his chest. His body twitched, shook and arched uncontrollably trying to fight off the pain but it only seemed to make things worse. He could feel Chris's hand against his chest pushing his body back down against the roof of the car. He saw a blurry shadowy figure rise into his view. The silhouette was big and bulky but as far as details went the guy could be Prince Charles himself and he wouldn't know it.

"You have to calm down!" Chris yelled still shoving his body against the floor. Sam still had no control over his body. It jerked and shoved against his grip doing whatever it could to make the pain stop but it only seemed to flare up more. "Damn it! Stop or you're going to re-break the damn thing!" Chris yelled shoving him back down with more force this time.

"Chris!" Taylor yelled. "Stop before you hurt him."

"He's going to hurt himself!"

Chris held him down with full force. To Sam it seemed like hours had passed within those moments. His body finally eased up and his breathing returned to a manageable shallow rapid paste. He didn't even notice that he wasn't screaming anymore. His gripped Taylor's hand so tight he could feel the bones grinding together but despite his best attempts to let go he couldn't. Holding her hand was the only thing keeping his from completely losing it. His stomach turned and twisted its self into knots and he could fell a limp form in his throat. He felt like everything was closing in on him. His vision began to darken again but the pain wasn't showing any signs it was going to ease up anytime soon. He felt the ace bandage wrap around the base of his elbow and slowly make its way up his forearm.

"Keep him awake Taylor." Chris's voice calm now.

"Hey…" Taylor said leaning down next to him. "You still with us?" She asked softly.

Sam gave her a half nod and turned his head towards her voice. "Good." He could hear the relief in her voice. "What's your name?"

"Sa…" Sam managed but his voice broke with a wince. His body tensed up but he managed to keep himself still. "Sam…" He whispered. His voice was horsed and weak. He wasn't even sure if anyone heard it.

"Nice to meet you Sam. I'm Taylor."

xXxXx Supernatural xXxXx

Chris untied the ace bandage they had put under him and carefully slid both ends underneath Sam's arm before he laid his arm folded across his chest. He wrapped the piece draped over his shoulder around his hand and wrist securing his arm firmly against his chest. He clipped it off and did the same thing with the one coming up from his left side only this time he wrapped it around the base of his elbow. Once he was sure it was secured he checked his vitals. His pulsed was pounding but it was steady and it seemed to be slowing down as the seconds passed. Chris didn't feel comfortable moving him just yet but he didn't have much of a choice. They'd been sitting still for too long already.

"Time to go!" He said packing up the rest of the gear into his med kit. He took off his jacket and laid it across the broken windshield.

"Chris I can…"

"No Taylor." He said shaking his head. His voice sounded just as drained as he looked. "This way is fine." He said tossing his med kit outside the passenger side window. He crawled outside through the windshield. Taylor carefully climbed over Sam and joined her brother outside.

"You take his legs." Chris leaned inside the car and put one hand underneath Sam's good arm and the other just below his elbow.

Without needing a count they both lifted Sam up just enough to maneuver him out of the car and onto the ground. Taylor leaned over Sam and managed an insincere smile. "Don't worry, it's almost over you just have to stay awake for a little while longer." He put her hand on his good shoulder before climbing back into the car. She grabbed the gun and their jackets before crawling back out the passenger side window. By then Chris had already managed to pull Sam far enough away from the wreckage to lift him up. She put their stuff down by the passenger door and tucked the gun into the back of her pants. He sat Sam up and wrapped Sam's arm around his shoulder and his arm around Sam's waist. Taylor wrapped her arm across Chris's around his waist and braced her other hand under his elbow.

"One, two…three." On three both Chris and Taylor lifted Sam onto his feet. He was still weak but with Chris's support Sam managed to stay on his feet. Taylor grabbed their things and walked with her brother across the small clearing up the hill leading up to the road. The trip would have normally taken them two, three minutes took them fifteen. By the time they got back to the car Sam was barely conscious leaving Chris to support the full force of his weight. Taylor opened the back passenger door of the minivan and climbed inside. She quickly tossed everything she had in her hands up front in enough time to help her brother get Sam inside.

Chris sat Sam down on the floor board while Taylor supported his back and head. Between the two of them they managed to situate him so that he was probed up against the far side of the van with his legs folded up in front of him. Taylor curled up on the bench while Chris slammed the van door shut. He rushed around to the driver side and got in.

"Keep an eye on him. Don't bother keeping him awake just worry about keeping him alive." Chris said before driving off.

Sam's head fell against the back of the driver's seat as he lost consciousness. Taylor checked for a pulse then laid down on the bench beside him. She stared at his chest watching it slowly rise and retract at a steady pace. She knew he wasn't completely out of the woods yet but at least now he was safe.