Hi

It's like a have a brain fart everytime I do this. Sometimes I can figure it out, sometimes I just hit the wrong button and send. Sorry! I wanted to say thanks for the comments. You make me blush...

The funny thing about this, is that I originally started it as a Sam story. Things just kept happening, and it's now become a Dean story. He's more fun to write for anyway. Sammy will have his big moment, but you have to hang on. You will also get your answers on little Johnny at the end of this chapter.

I do need to tell you that this is long. I don't know what the proper length is for fanfic. I really appreciate you sticking with me. I'll try and post at least once a day, but life happens, so I may not get here. If you are willing to stick it out, I'm willing to post more frequently so you don't completely hate me. :DThanks again!

Caroline

Chapter 8

"Sam…." Dean suddenly woke and saw his brother lying next to him in the ambulance. He tried to reach for him, but the Tech stopped him.

"Easy now, you've been through a lot. You just need to calm down," Jerry found the sedative and added more to Dean's IV.

"Sam…" he said weakly and faded back to black.

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"…I don't know what you think we can do with them here. We're not equipped to take care of internal injuries to that extent and a coma victim…"

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"You are a feisty one aren't you? Just relax we're taking you where you can get some better help….."

"…Sam…."

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Jana sat in the waiting room. She had no idea where Johnny was. At this moment, she didn't think he was her nephew anymore. She was more concerned that Sam and Dean got the proper care. She had to pull a lot of strings, but she was able to move them to Research Medical Center in Kansas City. A friend of a friend said they were welcome and the bills would be figured out when all was said and done.

It had been over 24 hours since the incidents. Jana's head still pounded a little, but it was nothing compared to what Sam and Dean were going through. After a battery of tests, it was discovered that Dean needed to have his spleen removed. He also broke four ribs and had some internal bleeding. It could have been worse.. Dean kept coming in and out of consciousness, so the doctors decided to keep him completely under sedation for 12 hours to alleviate his agitation. Every time he awoke he asked for Sam and that news would send him over the edge. If Dean could rest, he would heal.

Sam was in a coma. The brick that hit him caused severe damage to his brain. They needed to wait until the swelling rescinded before they could see the full extent. There was bleeding on the brain, and the popular theory was to drill a hole in his head and release the pressure. The problem was that they weren't sure the extent of the damage, so for the next 24 hours, he was to be kept under strict watch.

"Why is all of this happening," she said aloud without realizing it. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She couldn't help herself and jumped. Jana looked up to see Bob smiling back at her.

"Hey. Sorry, didn't mean to scare you! How are you doing?" Bob sat in the chair next to her and tried to comfort her as best he could.

"I don't know what to do Bob," she began. "I barely know these people, but they risked their lives for me, for no reason. I feel obligated to make sure they are ok." She started to cry.

"They are in the best care possible. If anyone can figure this out, the doctors here can," he said reassuringly. Bob continued with his review of the situation. "The police were on the scene shortly after we left, but couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. The brick was in the basement, but there were no fingerprints, and the car had Johnny's handprints, but that was from the times he played in it, right," he asked with concern in his voice. "Speaking of, where is Johnny? I didn't see him at the house."

Jana had to concoct a story quickly. "I called one of the neighbors and they are keeping him for a few days, while things settle down here." I think Dean and Sam are rubbing off on me!

Bob looked at her with confusion, but shrugged. "If you need anything, you know where to find me." He grabbed her hand and left the room.

Jana cringed at the thought of what was going on. Sam and Dean got the spirits out of the house, but it was clear that Johnny had been possessed and certainly had the intention of killing the boys. Where was he now? Guilt gripped her as she thought of leaving the child alone, but was he really a child? He knew about his mother's death and did nothing. He was able to connect with Sam from God knows how far away – through his dreams! This was beyond anything should could ever imagine. It was the week from hell.

A stout nurse walked over to Jana, interrupting her thought process. "Excuse me, are you with the two boys they brought in yesterday?"

Jana jumped at the chance to get out of her head and get some real answers. "Yes, can you tell me if there has been any change?"

She shook her head. "No, I'm afraid not, but I wanted to know if we could get a little more information about their cases. Do you have a few moments?"

Jana walked off with the nurse to a private office and explained what happened. The attack by the ghosts had been adjusted to a band of gang members making their way through town. Jana told the nurse how they all had been attacked separately and the extent of the injuries to the best of her knowledge. Luckily the nurse didn't know much about Peculiar and its rash of NON-violence, so it seemed to play out alright. The woman nodded and listened. When she spoke she had a soothing voice that made Jana feel at ease. She also explained some of the tests they would be performing on Sam and Dean to provide the best medical treatment possible.

There was a knock on the office door and a doctor entered. "Are you Miss McGregor," Jana nodded. "I am Dr. Alicia Stonewell. I have been monitoring Sam and Dean Jones and wanted to ask you a couple of questions."

Jones. That still sounded funny, but after everything that happened, there was no way to give their true identities to the hospital. The nurse took her cue and left the room. Jana again recanted her story to the doctor. "Are you sure that's what happened Miss McGregor?" Jana swallowed involuntarily. "That was an awful lot of chaos in one home, in a small town like yours." Jana looked at her with a blank stare. How would she know there was something else? Should she tell her?

"It was just so unbelievable. The whole thing seems like a dream….."

"What seems like a dream? Is there something you're not telling me," said Dr. Stonewell prying for anything else that Jana would give her. "Any bit of information may help save their lives."

No one would believe her. "Why would they choose my sister's house," began Jana. "It was like a cruel joke, an initiation prank, to cause more pain to an already suffering family. Why?" She shook her head and fidgeted in her chair. Did she buy it?

The doctor looked at her and smiled. "I know. Sometimes things just aren't as they seem." She placed her hand on her shoulder. "This has been extremely stressful for you. You must remember to take care of yourself during all of this as well." The doctor got up and moved toward the door. "Why don't we set up a cot for you so you can rest? We can put it in the Jones' room if you like?" She felt a slight squeeze on her shoulder for reassurance.

"That would be nice. Thank you." Jana rose from the office feeling relieved that she hadn't been trapped. In the morning she would be able to talk to Dean about what was going on. He just needed to have a period to heal without interruption. At least she could keep an eye on them in the room. She turned back and looked at Dr. Stonewell and smiled.

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A police car pulled up in front of the arch on Gregory street. Officer Martin stepped out of the car and toward the house. He took a bee line for the backyard, just to make sure they had looked at everything. The officer went to the car involved in the incident. No signs of entry. He shone the flashlight into the front seat. Nothing. A cool breeze brushed across his face and he involuntarily shivered. He followed the car back to the garage. He saw the crush where the victim had been. The officer scratched his head at how it happened. Pieces of the car were on the ground, along with some blood. He crouched to look at it and noticed an odd smell – like rotten eggs. "Sulfur," he said aloud. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a light go on in the house. I thought the boy was at a friend's house.

Officer Martin slowly made his way up to the back door. He drew his weapon in case there were some looters. As he approached the sliding door, he tested it to see if it was open. The frame moved easily in its track and he cautiously entered the home. There was movement upstairs, where the light had been. The prowler certainly wasn't trying to hide. Something crashed and laughter was heard. "This is the police. Come down here with your hands in the air." The officer made his way to the bottom of the staircase. He heard footsteps and raised his gun.

Down the stairs ran Johnny. He stopped just short of Officer Martin and looked at him. "Hi," he said playfully. The policeman lowered and holstered his weapon.

"Johnny? What are you doing here? I thought you were with some friends," he walked toward the boy. He cocked his head and smiled mischievously.

"Oh, I'm with my friends," he said with excitement. "Do you want to meet them?"

Outside the house, a muffled scream was heard. No neighbor would have noticed. The breeze was vigorous in the trees outside. Suddenly, the light clicked off and everything was silent.