A/N: Ok I finished this chapter like a week ago, I was so pround of myself and just couldn't wait to post it for all you out there. I don't know if it was just me but whenever I tried uploadind a document it said that there was some kind of error. oh well it's working now. Hope you enjoy this chapter! and if you have the time please review!

which brings me to another point, I'd like to thank everyone who review on the last chapter!

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Chapter 4

As years go by I race the clock with you

But if you died right now, you'd know that I'd die too

You remind me of the times when I knew who I was

And still the second hand will, like it always does

--"Until the day I die" story of the year--

"Mr. Winchester?" Dean looked up to find a rather young looking nurse staring at him. "There are police who would like to ask you a few questions." She said giving him a pity smile. Dean looked to the two policemen standing behind her, one of them was a middle-aged black man, and the other was a white woman in her late 30s.

"Leave me alone." He mumbled.

"It's standard procedure for car accidents." The woman policemen said. The young nurse nodded and headed back to the front. They wasted no time and started asking.

"Name?" The black policemen said officer Brazen according to his badge.

"Dean Winchester, Like the rifle." Dean said quietly. Officer Brazen quickly scribbled on his notepad.

"Age?" He said again.

"19" Dean answered simply.

"Son, have you had anything to drink tonight?" Dean's head snapped up. Is that what they thought?

"No!" Dean said forcefully.

"Are you sure?" The woman officer asked.

"Damn right I'm sure." Dean said in a low voice.

"It's a standard question." The woman, Officer Frederick asked. Dean stood up suddenly pointing to the room down the hall. Sam's room.

"That's my little brother in there!" he almost shouted. "My little brother is in that room hooked up to a freakin machine because he isn't breathing on his own and you ask me if I've had anything to drink!" By now he was shouting. Officer Brazen backed off. Dean found the annoying stinging pain back in his head was back and he was beginning to feel dizzy. He wanted to yell some more at the officer for accusing something so ridiculous but his legs betrayed him and he sat back down in the uncomfortable plastic chair holding his head. "Freakin concussion." He muttered angrily, flinching when he put too much pressure on the bandage.

"Dean!" Dean looked up at the voice.

"Dad?" Dean questioned; he leaned to the side peering past the officers.

John Winchester roughly pushed the 2 officers aside kneeling next to his eldest son. John attention immediately went to Dean's head. John grabbed his chin turning his head so he could examine it easier.

"Mr. Winchester?" John turned to Officer Brazen.

"What?" He asked roughly.

"We'll pick this up later," Officer Frederick said kindly eyeing her partner. Dean watched as they walked down the hallway and around the corner.

"Dean!" John said sternly. Dean brought his gaze back to his father. Dean's red eyes stunned John. His eldest son never showed his emotions in such an extreme manner. Dean just stared back at him. "Son, tell me what happened." Dean choked out a small sob.

"It's my fault." Dean muttered quietly.

"Dean," John said. "Look at me" He stated tilting up Dean's chin. He was met with watery hazel eyes.

"I didn't mean to, the stupid deer, and the ice. The car just spun out of control. There was nothing I could . . . and then Sammy wasn't in the car . . ."

John tried his best to make sense of Dean muttering. "Sam wasn't in the car? Where he go?" John asked cautiously. Dean's eyes grew wide like he was reliving the exact moment in his head.

"The windshield was broken and Sammy wasn't there. The glass had his blood on it, He wasn't there, he was gone." Dean had gone into a panic. John grabbed his son's shoulders.

"Dean. Dean it's ok you're safe now." Dean looked into his eyes with wide terrified eyes reminding John of 4-year-old Dean. John understood what happened, and he would never get the image out of his head.

"Dean, I'm gonna go see Sammy now." He said sternly. Dean as venerable as a 4-year-old john would have to be careful and treat him like one. Dean nodded vacantly, John was sure he hadn't heard a word.

John had never seen Dean more out of it, and to tell the truth he didn't understand any of it at all. Sam had been hurt many times while in hunts and Dean never reacted like this. He continued to make his way over to the nurses station. When Sam got hurt on a hunt whatever it was that hurt was as good as dead. Dean always made sure of that because if you messed with Sammy you messed with Dean too, and dean isn't the one to play nice.

John remembered a similar situation. A few years back when some kid threatened to beat Sam up. John was furious when he got a call from saying that Dean was being suspended from school for starting a fight. He may have been mad, but John was also proud of his oldest son for standing up for his little brother. This got him thinking. Dean never lost his head in a hunt when Sammy got hurt, but this time Sammy got hurt and Dean had no evil spirit to blame. There was nothing or no one to blame but himself.

"May I help you sir?" The young nurse asked for the second time.

"I'm looking for my son." John said looking up and down the hallway absently.

"Name?" The nurse said typing on the computer with long fake red nails.

"Samuel Winchester."

"Room 209" She said quite lazily. John turned form the desk and walked away without another word. He found room 209 just down the hall form where Dean was sitting. The door to the room was open. His eyes immediately traveled to the tube inserted in his son's throat. It was at that moment with all the monsters and demons he had seen in all his years of hunting he was quite sure he had never seen something so terribly horrifying.

The thought of that tube and how it was the only thing that was keeping his youngest son breathing shook the man more than anything ever had.

A/N: poor guilt-ridden Dean! and while were at it poor Sammy!! Please review!