-Carter; A Week Later-

Dean was out getting food, so it was just me and Sam in the motel room. Sam was on his laptop, researching for our current case, several papers surrounding his laptop, while I was sharpening our blades. After a long silence, I decided to break it. I put our blades away, then got up and went to the table Sam was sitting at. "Sam" I said softly. "Yeah, Carter?" He answered, looking up at me. "Look, I know I've been hard on you lately, what with the ignoring and all, but I had no choice. What you said triggered things I didn't want to think about. I know you didn't mean what you said and I believe you, I really do. I wanted to forgive you, but I just wasn't ready at the time. I feel really bad for ignoring you and pushing you away, because we hardly fight, we always get along and when all that happened, I felt cornered and had no choice but to fight back. I'm sorry for being so bitchy to you lately. I feel guilty as hell for treating you so bad. I just want you to know, I forgive you, Sam" I told him, looking at him. He was quiet for a while, then he stood slowly. We stood in another long silence, then he suddenly pulled me into a tight, bone-crushing hug. I smiled, hugging back just as tight. "Thank you so much, Carter. You don't know how much that means to me" he said, then Dean walked in. "I take it she forgave you, Sammy" he commented. We pulled away as Sam laughed, "yeah." "It's about time" Dean said, grinning as he sat at the table with a bag of fast food. I rolled my eyes playfully, punching his arm, then lounged on the couch near the table. I wasn't entirely hungry, so I was just gonna wait. Sam noticed, "You're not hungry, Carter?" He asked as Dean scarfed down his food. I laughed at Dean, then shook my head, "na, I'm fine" I said, waving it away. "Okay" Sam replied, then munched on a couple fries as he continued to research. "Why don't you have a drink?" Dean said with his mouth full, passing a beer across the table. I sighed, then grabbed the drink, opening it. I drank sometimes, but I wasn't like Dean, I didn't drink daily. It was every once in a while.

I was laying on the couch, flipping through the channels on the TV, while Dean was passed out on his bed, and Sam on his laptop. I sighed, giving up, tossing the remote onto the table Sam was at, then groaned in boredom. Sam looked up at me with a smirk and rose an eyebrow, "you okay there, Carter?" He asked. "I'm bored" I complained. He laughed, "well, what do you suppose you do? It's like, 11. Can't do anything. Can't take Dean's car anywhere, he'll kill you" He said. "Damn straight I will. You steal my Baby, you sleep 6 feet under" Dean mumbled from his bed. I rolled my eyes at Dean, then got up, "well, what are you doing on the Internet?" I asked Sam, peering over his shoulder as I moved behind him. "Dying of boredom. I hate researching demons" Sam said. I laughed, "you're such a geek, Sammy. You have access to anything and you choose to do research 'til dawn. You should give me the laptop, 'cause you're obviously using it wrong" I teased, earning his famous bitchface. I laughed, then after a while, I grinned as I sprung an idea. Sam with his all-too-knowing mind, noticed. "What are you thinking, Carter?" He asked. I looked over to Dean who was asleep. "I say we draw on Dean. Ya got a marker?" I whispered. "Do it and I'll kill you" Dean grumbled, looking up at us with a glare. I pouted, "aw, you're no fun" I whined. "Good. Now go to sleep, both of you" he said, rolling onto his stomach, instantly falling back asleep. I stuck my tongue out at him like a stubborn child, Sam laughing. "I don't know who's more childish. It's a tie between you and Dean" he teased. I shoved Sam playfully, both of us laughing, then I moved to my bed, laying down, shutting off the lamp after Sam laid on the couch. I sighed softly, then fell asleep...

-A Few Days Later; Sam-

((a/n: didn't really see the episode where Sam, Dean and John get hit by that Semi-truck, so I'm just gonna make this up as I go. So sue me))

I was driving us through an interstate, Dad beside me, Carter and Dean in the back. Carter was asleep, leaning against Dean, who was listening to our conversation as I bickered with Dad over the Colt. Things were not good this past month since we ran into Dad, all he ever did was fight with me. I mean, I loved the guy, but he can be very irritating. As I continued to bicker over the Colt, I saw the headlights of the semi-truck too late and didn't turn in time, getting hit, the impact so strong, crushing the right side of the impala. The pain was so intense that I soon ended up blacking out...

-A While Later; Still Sam-

When I had finally regained consciousness, I opened my eyes and looked around, seeing Dean and Dad unconscious. I quickly looked to Carter who slowly moved, opening her blue-grey eyes. "Carter, you okay?" I asked, my voice raspy. Carter looked up at me after looking to Dean and Dad, confused. "What happened?" She asked, panic filling her voice. "Well, we were obviously in a crash, are you okay?" I asked again. She nodded and moved to sit up, but winced, gasping in pain, her hand instantly going to her side, "Okay, no, I'm not okay" she said. I looked to Dean and Dad again, worried that they weren't waking up. As I was flooded by the pain again from moving, I distinctly heard Carter trying to wake Dean, her blue eyes pleading, then I blacked out again...

-The Next Morning; Carter-

I opened my eyes to see bright white light, so I blinked several times until everything adjusted and came into view, then I realized I was in a hospital. I slowly sat up, wincing at the sharp pain in my ribs and shoulder. I took slow deep breaths, then ran my good hand through my messy hair, trying to remember what happened, but all that came to mind was Sam, Dad and Dean in the car, dad and Dean not waking up. I took in a shaky breath, worry filling me, hoping Dean was alright, then as I thought of him, I felt a presence. I looked around, wondering what it was, but it was nothing, my room was empty. I shivered, causing a ripple of pain on the right side of my body. I gasped, placing my free, uninjured hand on my shoulder, wincing again, then a doctor came in. "Oh good you're up. Now, Carter, tell me, are you feeling any pain, numbness, dizziness?" He asked as he grabbed the clipboard at the end of my bed. "Well, there's a lot of pain in my right shoulder and ribs." I explained, gesturing where with my good hand. The doctor nodded, "alright, well, we took your x-rays while you were asleep and it appears that you had a dislocated shoulder and a couple fractured ribs, but nothing too major. These were somewhat minor injuries. We recovered your ribs and shoulder, so the explanation as to why you're still in pain is because it takes time for the body to heal." He said. I nodded, "okay" I said. "You should be fully healed within a couple days, but until then, I suggest you rest up" he said, then handed me a bottle of pills. "This will help with the pain" he said. "Alright" I replied, then he left. I sighed, then took a couple of pills. I laid back, careful not to jolt my shoulder, then soon fell asleep...

-A Week Later; Carter-

Me and Sam were back on our feet, but Dean was still unconscious, as if he were in a coma. I wouldn't doubt if he was. I was in his room, sitting beside his bed, hearing the monitor beep with every steady beat of his heart. I sighed as I watched him, half the time, it didn't even seem like a coma, if it weren't for the monitors beeping, I would've assumed he were lifeless. Me and Sam have been going crazy with worry over Dean, Sam raging about Dad, who seemed fine, and when I say fine, I mean, as in ready to hunt down the demon responsible for mom and Jess. I was pretty pissed off at Dad too, I mean, Dean could be dying for all we know and all dad cared about was his obsession with the stupid demon. Yes, I wanted to kill the demon too, but Dean was more important. I was scared of losing Dean. Yeah, I still had Sam and dad, but it wouldn't be complete without Dean. I sighed shakily, looking down at Dean, "Dean, if you can hear me, please, PLEASE fight. Fight to stay alive. We need you out here. I'm not sure Sam can handle anymore of Dad's shit. Neither can I. This whole thing with Dad's obsession with the demon is getting out of hand, I mean, look at you. You're in a freakin' coma and dad wants to keep hunting. He sent Sam out a little while ago to get stuff from Bobby. I don't know what, but I'll figure it out. Just... Keep fighting" I whispered the last two words, trying to not to break down. I mean, it was hard. Try seeing your brother in a coma and tell me you won't be worried. I sighed and left the room, heading to find Sam, which was easy, since I heard him yelling. I shook my head, standing at the doorway of Dad's hospital room, crossing my arms, listening as Sam yelled about the fact that Dad was gonna summon the demon. "You're gonna what?!" I asked, beyond pissed after hearing so much. "Carter-" Dad began, "no dad! I can't believe you have the nerve to freakin' summon this stupid demon, while Dean could be dying! Do you even care?!" I asked, not caring if my words were hurtful, -I- was hurt by the fact that dad didn't seem to give a shit about Dean's condition. "Carter, calm down" Sam said. "No Sam! I just... I can't believe this! How could you do this?!" I asked, looking at dad, desperate and angered, then suddenly a glass of water went crashing to the floor, causing me to jump, while dad and Sam remained calm. I sighed after a while, knowing dad wasn't gonna let up, so I walked off. "Wait, Carter, where you going?" Sam asked, catching up to me. "Bobby's" I replied, shoving my hands in my pockets. "No, Carter. Just stay. Please. I need help figuring out how Dean's gonna make it" I slowly turned around, wincing as Sam gave me his trademark puppy dog eyes. I sighed, giving in. "Fine, I'll stay". Sam grinned, "thanks". I rolled my eyes, playfully shoving him...

-Day of John's death; Carter-

Dean was already awake and everything was fine. I was sitting in the waiting room, fiddling with my phone when I looked up to see it was dad heading to his room in a hurry. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, then I heard a pop, so I quickly ran, then gasped as I found Dad, lying on the floor. I raced into the room, kneeling beside Dad, trying to shake him awake, then I noticed the blood on his shirt. "What happened?!" Sam asked, rushing into the room, dropping beside me. "I don't know! I heard what sounded like a pop, so I ran and found dad like this" I explained, freaking out. Sam called out for a doctor as we tried to wake him up. Once the doctors and nurses came in and hooked dad up to machines, I ran to get Dean, coming back with him, waiting with Sam by the door. The doctors tried to revive dad, but nothing worked, so they made it official. Dad had passed away. I turned into Dean's shoulder, letting the tears fall. Dean wrapped his strong arms around me, while Sam rubbed my back, both of them trying to stay strong for my sake. Dad might've been a jerk at times, but I would've never wished this upon him. I closed my eyes tightly, holding onto Dean as if he were a lifeline...

((a/n: sorry it's really long))