A/N: I had lots of fun writing this chapter. I hope you all enjoy it.
Two weeks later Sam was driving one of Bobby's restored cars to the nearest store when a teenage boy, no older than eighteen, stepped out of the forest and into his path.
With little time to think or react, by instinct Sam swerved. The car slid on the slushy road and headed off path, down a steep ditch. It kept rolling until it crashed into a tree.
Sam's head hit hard into the steering wheel and he became dazed.
Before he could even try to clear his head, the driver's side window's glass shattered, and a pair of leather glove covered hands grabbed his jacket collar, pulling him out of the car the way they came in.
The person the hands belonged to was a well built, gruff looking, middle-aged man. He lifted Sam up onto his feet and Sam caught a glimpse of his black eyes before he threw him up against a tree. Sam struggled to push himself away from it, but found his efforts useless. The demon was using his powers to pin him there.
"Not often a Winchester travels alone," the demon stated as the younger one from the road joined him and stood beside him. "Tell me, is the reason you've stopped hunting because your brother died? Eh?"
"I'm not telling you anything," Sam huffed.
"I don't need you too," the demon told him. "Whether Dean Winchester is alive or not, you are alone right now. It's an opportunity we just can't refuse."
The demon released Sam from his hold and Sam made a dash for the car because the demon knife had fallen onto the carpet when he had been pulled out.
Before he could reach the car, though, the older demon punched him in the stomach, causing him to fall to his knees, doubled over in pain.
The demon possessing the teenager dragged Sam away from it and the other demon repeatedly punched him, causing his lip to split.
Sam gathered his strength and fought his way out of the younger demon's grip before kicking the first away from him. He managed to get to his feet before they were on him again, and fought back.
It was a tough struggle. Sam knew he had a concussion. He couldn't think, his movements weren't as precise as he wanted them to be. He had to get to the knife before he tired or worst, passed out.
Trying again, Sam made a dash for the car, but the older demon grabbed his leg, causing him to lose his balance, and he fell.
The demon was above him; hitting him again, and Sam shoved him off, kicking him in the face before using the bottle of Holy Water in his jacket on the second demon. As the demon screamed, Sam unlocked the car door and pulled it open.
He took the knife in his grasp just in time. The demon in the man was almost upon him when he spun around. Sam charged, and stabbed the demon in the chest. His eyes grew wide, and before he could realize what had gone wrong, the demon was dead.
When the body fell to the ground, Sam faced the demon in the teenager. He was standing a few yards away, appearing to not know what he should do, and weighing his options. After taking a good look at the knife Sam held, the demon left the body he was in.
Once the black smoke dissipated, Sam approached the teenage boy and checked his pulse. There was none.
Sam headed back in the direction of the car, but collapsed on the way there, face first in the snow.
Amanda was on her way back to Bobby's when she saw the tire marks leading off the road and pulled up to investigate.
When she peered down the embankment and spotted one of Bobby's cars crunched up against a tree, and Sam lying in the snow, she gasped. "Oh God."
She raced down the hill, sliding most of the way.
When she reached the bottom, Amanda bolted towards Sam and sit beside him.
"Please be okay," she begged, checking his pulse.
It was still there, and he wasn't that cold. He couldn't have been in the snow for more than a few minutes, Amanda guessed.
She struggled to turn him over carefully onto his back, then gave his right arm a shake.
"Sam," she said. "Sam, wake up. It's me, Amanda. You need to wake up; I can't carry you out of here."
Sam's eyelashes fluttered and he coughed. Amanda sighed with relief.
"What...happened?" he groaned.
"That's what I was planning to ask you," Amanda told him.
Sam shook his head, trying to clear it, Amanda supposed, then muttered, "Demons."
"Demons caused you to crash?" Amanda inquired.
Sam nodded, but stopped because the movement made his head hurt worst.
"Do you think you can stand?" Amanda questioned him.
"I think so," Sam answered.
Amanda grabbed onto his arm, and pulled on it, trying to help him to get onto his feet. Once he was standing, they glanced up at the road.
"We'll take our time," Amanda said.
Sam shook his head once. "No."
He began to climb as fast as he could, and Amanda followed, trying her best to keep her shoes from slipping on the wet ground.
Ten minutes later, they were back at Bobby's and Amanda was tending to Sam's wounds as Bobby and Dean stood nearby, arms folded.
"Damn it Sam, you could have been killed," Dean growled.
"We're going to have to start traveling together," Bobby decided. "From now on no one is going to leave this house without someone else going along. Even to the damn grocery store."
Amanda nodded. "I can comply to that, so long as you or Sam are able to travel with me at any time of day when there are emergencies."
"If not, I'll ask another hunter I know to go with you," Bobby told her. "Because you've been living here, you can't afford to take a chance either. We don't know how far those demons will dig."
Sam hissed as Amanda disinfected a cut above his eyebrow.
"I can't argue with that," Amanda said.
She placed a couple of butterfly badges over Sam's cut then backed away.
"Are you sure he'll be okay?" Dean inquired.
"He has a mild concussion," Amanda replied. "He fell unconscious because of the combination of that and exhaustion. We just need to keep an eye on him for the next twenty-four hours."
Dean's eyes widened and he froze, causing everyone to stare at him.
"Are you okay, Dean?" Sam asked.
Dean placed his hand on his belly and he looked over to Amanda.
She grinned, knowingly. "The baby moved, didn't it?"
Dean nodded. "I think so."
He glanced at Sam and Bobby, and they couldn't help but smile a little at his expression.
And for a moment their demon troubles were forgotten.