His head rose slowly. Everything was slow. At first he seen all black but eventually everything came into focus. His eyes hurt, wait, scratch that- everything hurt. He seen the bright headlights of the car in front of him and it burned the back of his eyes. He tried to turn his head, but soon realized that was a poor choice . A wave of pain shot up his body. He winched, shook a little, but didn't stop.

Dean thought for a second.

What happened?

He looked down at his chest. He would've gasped at the blood he saw, but knew it would only cause more pain.

He took in a deep breath and was surprised when it didn't sting. It actually felt good. It calmed him.

Easy Dean, easy. Now think….there was an accident. The truck hit the front of the Impala. The car spun, and hit the tree and jammed on Sam's side.

As soon as the though read across his mind, he could feel his heart jump into his throat.

Sam!

Dean looked over as quick as he could without hurting his neck.

Sam lay limply in the passenger seat. His head still rested on the window, but his breath no longer fogged up the shattered, bloodstained glass. There was a gash on the left side of his head. Blood trickled down from the beginning of the cut to the center of his cheek. His mouth was open just a crack and blood ran from the corner of it. He look peaceful. Like he was sleeping, almost. But the unlikely and almost deadly stillness he had told Dean otherwise. Dean's eyes traveled down his brother's body and stopped when a crimson color caught his eye. Blood. Blood all over Sam's white shirt.

"Oh, God," Dean breathes.

His shaking hand reaches out and touches Sam's shoulder.

"Sammy."

Dean shook it. Pain shot up his shoulder.

Sam didn't move.

"Sam, wake up!"

Dan shook his harder this time, expecting him to look over.

"Sammy, please! Please wake up," Dean could feel hot tears running down his face. All he wanted was for Sam to look over at him. All he wanted to do was make sure he was okay.

"Sam," he cries.

Out of the blue there was a hard knock on Dean's window.

He expected the cops.

He expected an ambulance.

In a weird way, he expected Bobby.

What he got was a stranger. He was taller than Dean, with a thick beard. Through the rain that began to fall Dean could see that his clothes weren't clean. He was probably a hunter or something like that.

"You guys okay in there?!" he called. His voice was deep and rugged. The man tugged at Dean's door until in opened.

Cool wind and frozen rain drops flew through the now open door and onto Dean's skin.

"You okay, kid?" the man asked, reaching for Dean to get him out the car.

The man raised Dean's arm and began to put it around his neck to get him to safety.

"No!" Dean protested. "No, forget about me. Get my brother. Please get my brother first!"

The man stopped, and peeked around Dean to see Sam in the passenger seat.

"Please," Dean begged the rescuing stranger.

Through the hard hitting rain Dean heard another voice.

"They okay?" the voice called.

The hunter looking man trying to help Dean turned around. "This one seems to be alright. A couple of cuts, doesn't look serious. Don't know about the one in the other seat!" he calls back, jogging over to Sam's side of the car.

The other man looked like an older version of the first man.

They both went to Sam's side and tugged on his door. But his side was the side that slammed into the tree. It was jammed.

"It won't open!" the man yelled to Dean who gripped his burning chest.

The two men came back over to Dean's side.

"We have to take you out first to get to him," the older man said.

Dean knew there was no other way around it. This was the only way he could help Sam.

The two men grabbed under Dean's arms and hoisted him out of the driver's seat.

Dean's head went back as he yelled in pain, but the men didn't stop until he was completely out of the car.

Now fully out in the rain, he was suddenly cold. Being propped up by the younger guy, Dean watched the older man go back into the car to reach for Sam.

"Get him out. Don't hurt him. Please don't hurt him!" Dean called.

The younger guy tightened his grip on Dean.

"Just try to calm down," he tells Dean in a slow voice.

Dean could see the man tugging on Sam, trying to get him out the seat. Dean felt helpless, knowing he should be the one getting Sam. But he couldn't. There was nothing Dean could do but watch.

The man began to walk backwards with Sam in his arms. Sam's head fell into the man's chest and his arms dangles at his sides like a doll.

"Is he alright? Please, I need to know if he's okay," Dean says. He could feel the ground beginning to move and the Earth staring to spin. His legs gave out and Dean went tumbling down to the went pavement. Quickly, the younger man lifted him up and into his arms.

"Sam," he mumbled, suddenly too tired to talk. "Sammy, I'm sorry."

Dean's vision began to fade as he watched the older man put Sam into the back seat of his truck. That's when Dean noticed that's the same truck that had hit them. These were the people who caused all of this mess.

Dean's eyes began to close. His hand went out for Sam, but it was no where near far enough to taouch him. Hell, he couldn't even keep his eyes open.

The truck started and it drove in the opposite directing.

"Sammy," Dean says as loud as he could, but it was no where loud enough. A single tear mixed with rain and ran down his face just was Dean's eyes closed couldn't stop the gentle unconscioiusness from taking over.

That's when he head the engine and knew it was too late.

The man had took Sam, and there was no way Dean could stop him.


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