Vanessa could feel the pain running through her head as she tried to open her eyes. Bits of glass were embedded in her arm that was near the broken window. "Dean? Sam?" She murmured, sitting up straight. Nothing felt broken, so she undid her seat belt and crawled towards the front of the car. Dean's face was laying against the steering wheel, and Sam was against the side window.

The young girl began to shake Dean lightley. "Dean! Wake up!"

Dean's eyes fluttered open and he looked at her. "Are you okay?" He asked, putting a hand to his forehead and feeling the stickiness of his own blood. He couldn't really remember how they'd gotten into the accident in the first place.

"I'm fine, I think... But Sam won't wake up." Vanessa breathed.

Dean looed over at the passenger seat, taking in the sight of Sam's unconsious body. He was covered in blood and pale. "Shit. Sam." Dean murmured, reaching out to check his pulse. He felt his blood run cold in his veins. Sam's pulse was slow. Too slow for it to be okay. Dean pulled out his cell phone and quickly dialed 911.

"Ambulance will be here soon." He told Vanessa as soon as he hung up. "You need to stay here with Sam... And go with him when they get here. I'm gonna' walk up to the cemetary, burn the bones, then see if I can take the Impala back to the hospital when I'm done."

"Dean, no..." Vanessa breathed. "You can't go.. What if that girl shows up... Before the ambulance gets here? What am I supposed to do?" She asked.

"You'll be fine." He said, getting out of the car.

"Dean!" Vanessa yelled as he walked into the woods. She climbed into the drivers seat and looked at Sam. She tried to figure out where the blood was coming from, but there was too much to actually tell. "Sam?" She whispered, touching his shoulder. "Sam, can you wake up? Please?" She begged. Tears stung her eyes as she watched him remain still.

Sirens blared in the distance, and she climbed out of the car, running to the edge of the road. She waved down the ambulance and lead the medics to the Impala. They removed Sam from the car and put him on a stretcher, taking him into the Ambulance. Vanessa hurried after them. "He's my cousin." She said. One of the medics looked at her, then pulled her into the back of the ambulance with them.

One of the other medics gave her an exam on the way to the hospital and told her she was fine, besides the cuts on her arm. "You'll be fine. No cuncussion seems present and nothing looks broken. Was anyone else in the car with you?" She asked, sensing that Vanessa couldn't have been the one driving. She looked too young.

"No." She lied, not wanting to even have to try to explain that her other cousin was burning up some girls bones in a public cemetary.

The medic looked at her, then nodded and watched as the other two medics in the back tried to keep Sam stable for the rest of the ride.

As soon as they arrived at the ER, they rushed him inside for surgery. Vanessa didn't know what to do, so she tried calling Dean. It rang three times before he finally answered. "Hey! I burned them. Everything will be fine now. How's Sam?" He asked.

"Not good.. Dean... They took him into Surgery." She said, trying to keep calm.

"Shit.. Okay. I'll be there as soon as I can.. I just hope I can start my Baby." He murmured, thinking about how bad the shiny car had been wrecked.

"Okay.." She breathed, then hung up and went to sit in the waiting room.

Dean made it there about 15 minutes later and hurried over to her. "Hey.. I'm here. Any news on Sam, yet?" He asked.

"No.." She said, standing up.

Dean frowned, and pulled her into a hug. "Sammy's so strong.. If anyone can make it through this.. It's him." He whispered to her.

She closed her eyes tightley as tears ran down her face. "Dean..." She sniffed. "I'm sorry."

"Why?" He asked.

"It's my fault.. You guys wouldn't even be here if it weren't for me.. You'd be somewhere else, on some other hunt." She breathed.

"Shush.." He murmured, looking at her. "Nothing is your fault. What we do is dangerous and sometimes things don't always go well. That's just how it is. If everything could be perfect, there wouldn't be anything for us to hunt to begin with... So, sometimes you just have to hold on during the storm."

She nodded, wiping at her eyes. She was about to feel really embarassed for crying like such a baby, when she noticed he had tears running down his cheeks as well. He may have been a tough guy, but when Sam was in such a critical state... Dean's heart was pretty soft.

They both sat down and Vanessa leaned against his arm. "I wonder what's taking so long." She murmured.

"Surgery can take awhile.." He said. "I got shot a few years back... Just to get a bullet out took nearly 2 hours. It was in deep." He told her.

"Where'd you get shot?" She asked.

"My shoulder. Still have a pretty gnarly scar." He said, lifting up his sleeve.

She looked. "Wow."

"Have any battle scars?" He asked her, trying to keep her distracted so she wouldn't worry too much about Sam.

"Yeah! This kid who grew up in the orphanange with me.. He was a little brat... Stabbed me in the leg with a huge chunk of wood." She said, rolling up her pant leg to her shin.

"Damn.. Pretty sure that beats my scar. Way to go." He said, slugging her in the arm, playfully. She managed a smile. "People always told me girls can't have battle scars.. Because we're not meant to fight."

"Bull." He murmured. "Some of the best hunters are women."

"Really?" She asked. Dean nodded. "Yep. You bettcha'."

She smiled. "That's cool." She said, pushing her pant leg back down.

A male doctor walked into the waiting room, holding a clipboard. "Winchester?" He called. Dean and Vanessa stood and hurried over to him. "Yeah.. We're here for Sam. He's my brother.. And her cousin." He said, pointing at Vanessa.

The doctor nodded at them. "Okay.. Look. He just had some major surgery. He was bleeding internally into his stomach.. Probably due to a heavy impact during the accident. He's lucky to be alive. He'll be fine.. Probably have trouble eating normal food for awhile.. Try to keep him eating softer foods, in order not to irritate the healing process." He told them.

"Right, like applesauce and shit.." Dean shrugged.

"And shit?" The doctor blinked.

"Oh. sorry... You know.. Smoothies?"

The doctor just blinked at Dean, not amused. "You may go see him.. He'll be awake soon.. Room 209."

Dean and Vanessa quickly headed down the hall.