Where were you when the world stopped turning

Chapter 6

Jacob watched as Sam was quickly loaded into the back of an ambulance, he had a bad feeling that his young friend wasn't going to make it. He hoped that wasn't the case but just from looking at his condition he didn't think there was much hope for the young man. Jacob prayed that he was wrong because in the short time that he had worked with Sam, he had really gotten to like him. Jacob closed his eyes, hoping with all that was in him that Sam had the strength to fight the battle that was sure to lay in front of him. As he watched the medics slam the door shut on the ambulance, he heard one of them say.

"This boy doesn't have a prayer of making it. Not with his internal injuries and the concussion. He will be very lucky that he even survived to be found." Jacob shook his head, he knew things were looking bleak for the young man, but he believed that Sam was strong enough to pull through.

"Hang on Sam, I know it's tough but I believe that you can make it." Jacob watched as the ambulance with Sam pulled away. Jacob wondered about Sam's family. The young man hadn't said much beyond the fact that they hadn't been happy with him wanting to go to college. They should know what Sam was facing at this moment, even if he didn't make it they should at least be able to bury him. What he didn't know was that Sam's family already believed him to be dead. Jacob hoped he would be able to find them, everyone deserved to have their family by their side.

Sighing, Jacob turned and got back to helping pull victims out of the wreckage. He was still having a hard time believing that a plane had flown into the towers. Looking up at the sky, he wondered how something like this could even happen. He was well aware that attacks like these happened every single day somewhere, but he wondered what made someone believe that a suicide attack would prove anything.

"Be with the families that have lost someone today, and be with those injured that haven't been found yet." Jacob prayed. Even as he worked his thoughts returned to the young Winchester. Jacob was worried and wasn't afraid to admit it. Sam had been trapped for close to twenty four hours. He couldn't imagine the pain that Sam must have been in. He couldn't stand the thought of Sam hurting.

Dean sat and stared out the window his thoughts once again drifting towards Sam. He still couldn't believe that his little brother was gone for good. He could still see Sam in the back of his mind, bent over a book researching for a hunt. Life was cruel to have taken such a brilliant young mind away from them. Sighing, Dean looked at the ground and shoved his hands into his pockets. He still hoped that deep down, Sam would somehow be pulled out of the wreckage of that building, Dean wasn't sure how it would be possible he just wished it could happen more than anything. The first thing he would do would be apologize for being a dick. He understood how Sam felt about hunting, after all that kind of life wasn't for everyone. Dean had just wanted to protect Sam, their father had told Dean about the demon blood. Dean couldn't help but wonder what the end game was for the demon. What use would Sam be to a powerful creature like that. Dean didn't really want to know, he just wanted to save Sam from it. One could never save a person from their own future however bleak it looks. Somewhere along the way, Dean's good intentions had taken a turn. His wanting to protect Sam turned into not wanting Sam to leave his family and that is where Dean went wrong. He should have fully supported Sam in whatever life the kid had wanted, and now that he was gone it was too late. Hindsight could be a pain in the butt.

"Sammy, it doesn't really feel like you're gone." Dean said, looking out the window once more. "It just feels like your thousands of miles away, and all it would take is a phone call to connect with you. I know that's not the case, but I don't think my heart understands that your gone." Dean shook his head, he didn't think he would ever be able to accept that Sam was just gone. He didn't want to accept it, but Dean knew that eventually he would have to come to terms with Sam's death before Dean could move forward with his life.

"Come on Dean" John said from across the room, "it's best that we hit the road now. There isn't anything else that we can do here."

"we could find Sam's body, and prove that he's dead." Dean suggested knowing his father wouldn't go for it. John truly believed that Sam was gone.

"Like that firefighter said if he was on that plane there is nothing left of him to find." John replied, his grief clear in his voice.

"What if he had been able to change his flight?" Dean asked "that's always possible, he would have had to catch a different flight in order for him to get to New York earlier. So there is always the chance that he wasn't on that plane."

"I wish that was the case," John said "you're just searching for ways to deny the truth that Sam is truly gone for good."

"Maybe" Dean said swallowing the lump in his throat. "I just think we should look at every option and make sure he is truly gone before we give up on him and declare him dead." Dean's heart hurt so much at the thought that Sam was no longer in this world. Dean wanted to explore every chance that Sam wasn't on that plane. "It wouldn't be that hard to get the passenger manifest" Dean said "that would tell us if Sam was on that plane."

John understood the desperation that Dean was feeling, he felt it too, he wanted nothing more than to know that Sam was still alive. he agreed with Dean, getting a hold of the manifest wouldn't be that hard and it would tell them all that he needed to know. John wondered if he was crazy for even considering it. As a father John could only try one more time to see if his son was indeed still alive. He had one more chance at maybe making things right.

Sorry it has taken so long to update! I have been super busy lately. Thanks for reading and reviewing. And here is a snippet of the project that has been keeping me away from this story. It's from my book Titled Don't let go (to be released soon)

Cayson sat beside his brother's hospital bed, guilt eating at him as he watched the machines breathe for his brother. If Cayson hadn't been so selfish then maybe Camden wouldn't be lying her fighting for his life.

"I'm so sorry Cam. If I hadn't argued with you, maybe this wouldn't have happened." Cayson swallowed hard, tears choking him.

"It should be me in this hospital bed, not you. You have more to live for than I do. I'm worthless, I can't hold down a job for more than a few weeks." Cayson looked away pain eating at his heart. "I'm so, so, sorry Cam!" Sobs ripped out of Cayson, as he leaned forward and lay his head on the bed. The doctors had told Cayson that if Camden lived, he would never walk again. They had told him that Camden was paralyzed from the neck down. Knowing that he had a big hand in his brother's condition made Cayson feel more worthless than ever.

"If you don't make it then I don't want to live" Cayson mumbled against the sheets, as he raised his head and looked at his brother. Camden's eyes were swollen shut, and he had a cast around one arm that had been badly broken. Iv's were stuck in the one arm that wasn't injured. A tube protruded from the base of Camden's throat. The doctor's had also told him, that it wasn't likely that Camden would ever come off of it, if he was to live, he would depend on it for the rest of his days. That killed Cayson, knowing that his brother would never take another breath of air without assistance. All the things that Camden would never do again, flooded Cayson's mind.

"I want you to know" Cayson stood up and spoke softly into Camden's ear "If I could trade places with you I would in a heartbeat."

"Whatever you do, please live" Cayson begged as he sat back down. "It's selfish of me to ask that of you, especially with the way you would have to live the rest of your life but big brother, I need you. I promise I won't be such a loser anymore, I won't be such a screw up." Cayson could no longer hold the tears at bay. He was the world's biggest loser and screw up. He couldn't blame Camden if he didn't want to come back from the place where he was now.

Cayson would give up the drinking and partying and drugs, if only Camden's life wouldn't be so drastically changed.

"Do you always want to be a screw up that can't stay out of trouble? Do you want everyone to think you are a loser?" Camden's voice rung in Cayson's ears. "At some point in time your going to have to grow up, the world will be a better place when you do."

"Cause it's such a good place when you're struggling to make ends meet. You're stressed all the time. If anything, you need to learn to loosen up and have some fun." Cayson had snapped back, ignoring the sting of hurt from Camden's careless tossed words.

Cayson shook his head to clear the memory, that had been a nasty fight between the two brothers. Cayson knew that Camden had been worried about how often he'd been drinking and partying. Cayson hadn't told him that was how he was trying to forget about their situation. Cayson had also been trying to forget that he would never be as good as his outgoing older brother. It was hard living in the shadow of someone like Camden. Camden, who was an accomplished football player, who gave up his football scholarship so he could help his father try and save the farm that they had both grown up on.

Of course after hearing how he wasn't as good as Camden, Cayson had given up on trying to help on the farm, and had started partying and drinking heavily which of course, had caused even more problems for the brother's. Which lead only to Cayson becoming wilder, and for Cayson's wildness Camden was now paying the price.

Cayson sighed and rubbed at his eyes, he was starting to feel exhausted but he was determined to do something right for his brother for once and be there for Camden.

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Liz