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A/N: This story is the aftermath of Devil's Trap, basically how I want to see the crash play out. I hope you enjoy...please let me know what you think as well. More reviews, the quicker I write ;)

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Title:The Flickering
Author: ColdSummerBreez (aka me)
Genre: Supernatural, General
Rating: R because it is Supernatural
Spoilers: All of First Season is Game
Status: Second Chapter Up, Third being written as we speak
Summary:The Winchesters and the aftermath of the first year that Sam and Dean are back together hunting. After the Car Accident that would change their lives, old jobs come back to haunt them as they rely on old friends to help them through the mess that was created.

Chapter Two: The Struggle

To struggle against anything is a sign of life in something. Sam Winchester was showing the hospital a lot of life that fateful night. Sam had woken up right as the ambulance has pulled into the bay confused and dazed. As moment continued to pass, Sam became more and more lucid as well as more and more frantic. Other than his face at the cabin, Sam was the only one not seriously hurt making him in charge for one of the first times in his life.

And he had blown it.

He had let a semi smash into the Impala. The Impala didn't even have seat belts, it was a miracle that none of them had flown right out of the car. Sam didn't know what the Impala looked like, he was afraid to even remotely know. He had a feeling that the wreckage of the Impala might be almost too much for his older brother.

Oh God Dean.

As Sam laid on the gurney struggling to listen to the doctors as well as plan an escape. His mind was flying a million miles a second; it hadn't gone this fast since Dean's heart had stopped while they had gone after the rawhead.He was scared. His hands were shaking; his heart was pounding in fear and fear alone. Were they dead? Were they alive? What did the doctors know? Is Bobby here yet? Did they find the fake ID's? Did they even go into the car? Oh shit, all of the guns please Lord; don't let them find the guns, especially the Colt….Oh Jesus, what if Dean had the Colt on him again? Could I get out? Can I get Dad and Dean out? Fight Sam, FIGHT!

And with that thought, Sam began to struggle against the doctors and nurses physically. He surprised the crap out of everyone when he sat up and tried swinging his legs off of the table. The nurses and doctors scattered frantically, Sam's height became an advantage quicker and quicker.

"Mr. Winchester, we need to finish checking you over," the old doctor shouted as orderlies and nurses tried to force Sam down. He began to push with the nurses and orderlies that they were falling over on their own accord. Dean would fight, Dean wouldn't just lay here, Dean would fight…the mantra repeated itself over and over again as Sam fought to get free. Although he knew in the back of his mind that the mantra only repeat itself to try and relieve some guilt that he felt about not preventing the semi from plowing into them. Sam really didn't know if he was going to get even remotely close to were Dean or Dad were having surgery but the fact of the matter was that he knew that Dean would fight which fueled Sam's fight.

Sam began to hear whisperings of 'restraints.' The moment that the restraints went on Sam knew that he had absolutely no chance of rescuing anyone or getting anyone out of this hospital. Dean and John would both be relying on him. Sam started to push and pull harder, never realizing that no one had actually muttered the words 'restraints' out loud yet. Everyone was thinking it but Sam was putting up too much of a fight for someone to let go of him.

Abruptly, to orderlies fell into one of the little tables with medical things on them. Sam took the moment of shocked doctors and nurses to rip out his IV and take off running right out of the trauma room. The cold air from the rest of the pale green hospital shocked Sam at first when he burst into a hallway causing the youngest Winchester to look down. He was exposed from his chest to his pants, which were still mercifully on his body. A throbbing pain exploded from his right hand and arm, which Sam had taken notice during the fight in the trauma room, was extremely swollen. But he had no choice, he could not stop now.

Running down the hall in one direction, Sam was praying that he'd find a helpful sign that would lead him right to where ever Dean or John could be. His footsteps echoed in the almost dead hospital, it was the middle of the night still. Sam's rational thinking was not helping….They know where you're going; of course they're going to stop you at the surgery doors….What are you thinking Sam?

"Exactly, what are you thinking boy? Your brother has rubbed off on you more than everyone wanted," Sam heard a familiar voice prattle off. He cocked his head as he wheeled around to see two very memorable women standing behind him. The first woman who was taller than the other had the darkest hair that Sam had ever seen to date on a woman with such pale skin. One of her hands was resting on the head of a small boy who was standing in front of her making her look vulnerable for the first time in probably her life. The small boy had curly dark hair but pale skin like, Sam assumed, his mother. The other woman was short and not in a good mood. Sam would recognize Missouri anywhere.

"Boy, don't even think about asking me questions that you should know the answers too! Have you caused a scene because you should think for a moment? The car, the guns, the fake ID's…John has his own issues but you and Dean? Isn't Dean legally dead somewhere?" Missouri cut off only because Maren Davvies grabbed her arm. Sam had the feeling that he should be running and not be talking to Maren or Missouri. He felt a hand grab his bare arm.

"Sammy, you're not rational right now. Dean and John are in surgery; I've already been up there. What's your plan? Charge in? Compromise both of their health?" Maren said as she stepped closer to her old friend. Sam looked down into her ever changing hazel eyes; she was still the same old Davvies, the voice of reason even though she pretends never to be. Sam looked over her head to see the nurses and doctors running down the hall towards them, he needed to see Dean, just to know for himself that even though he crashed the car that Dean was going to live to fight another day.

And just like Missouri, Sam watched as she walked away from him and Davvies to go and talk to the doctors explaining why he took off in the first place. There was a lot of nodding of heads and worried looks. Sam looked down to Maren again who rocked back and forth on her feet bumping into him purposely.

"You should really try and keep those thoughts to yourself Sammy, never know who's tapping in," Maren whispered. Sam felt the cracking of a smile on his face and a smart assed comment on his lips.

"You never do," he whispered back breathing hoping that Maren didn't elbow him in the ribs like she normally did. Maren wound up but never struck. She laughed and shook her head instead.

"So you are still really in there. I was getting worried," Maren stated with a half smile as she leaned over and picked up the small boy. Sam watched as the pride exploded on her face.

"This is Charles Micah James Davvies the Third. We call him Micah. Micah say hi to Sam." The small boy whispered hi shyly to Sam. Sam noticed mischievousness in his eyes that looked very familiar…very familiar. He was about to ask about Micah when a wave of nausea hit Sam hard. The room spun around for a moment, the adrenaline that Sam had had was quickly disappearing.

"Sam, the doctors say they'll take you up there if you promise to behave….Sam?" Missouri interrupted with the doctors closely on her tail but Sam couldn't hear her. His ears were filling with a buzzing noise; everything was turning into pixels like on a bad television set during a storm. He never saw Maren putting Micah down and grabbing him before he hit the ground. He never felt the doctors putting him back onto a gurney and running him to trauma.

He didn't have the strength to fight the darkness this time.

It swallowed him whole before he could even know if his father or his brother were alright.

And that scared him most of all.