The Flickering

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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 ;)

Title:The Flickering
Author: ColdSummerBreez (aka me)
Genre: Supernatural, General
Rating: R because it is Supernatural
Spoilers: All of First Season is Game
Status: Third Chapter up,Fourth in progress
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.

I have to apologize to sammysgurl, Silver Shadows92, tvbatina, and Becomingwhaturmeantobe. Thank you SO much for the reviews. I felt horrible that I was working so much with this chapter done and not being able to put it up for you four who reviewed. Thank you again for your awesome words!

Here's The Beginning of the Battle, Not the War.

Maren stood holding a sleeping Micah as she watched the surgery below. She nuzzled her only son, her head in his curly dark hair trying to ignore the pains of worry that were echoing off of the walls that she stood within. She had been technically out of the hunting business for as long as Micah had been alive. And in one night, Maren had been thrown back into the game. It was her turn to watch Dean Winchester as the surgery continued painstakingly and frantically. John was out of surgery and being watched by Joshua and Johnny Lansens. Missouri was sitting in with the sedated Sam who was also being watched by Jackson Miller. A couple of other hunters that Maren didn't know were prowling the hospital watching and listening. Maren and most hunters learned from over the years that one can learn a lot from listening in a hospital.

Bobby had a hunch that the boys fight might not be over when he received from an anxious Sam after the Ceiling Demon had attacked the Winchesters in the cabin through John. He called Joshua who called Maren and Missouri. Maren contacted Johnny Lansens and Jackson Miller, both a couple of years older than Dean and were still hunting. Missouri called who she could scrounge up to see if they could find anything in the hospital other than disgruntled ghosts and apparently a vampire in the storage area. Maren liked the extra protection but sometimes she wondered if it was really necessary. She rubbed Micah's back as he shifted in her arms. His breathing evened out back into the peaceful slumber that Maren knew that she probably would never have in her life again since, the fire. She kept her eyes on Dean's face…it was almost peaceful…too peaceful for Dean Winchester.

All she knew was Dean better be fighting. She'd kill him if he wasn't.

A doctor looked up at the woman holding the child in the upper window. She wasn't an intern or a doctor, he was pretty sure of that. Somehow, a small group of individuals had kept watch over the man that they had been operating on without interruption from the security guards that should have escorted her out about an hour ago.

He supposed she felt the same way that everyone working on the young man felt as well. He was so young, still full of life. He was holding on too…lasting through a surgery that others have died in. He had lost a lot of blood, more than he should have ever. The blood bank was shocked at how much they wanted. If the situation hadn't been so serious, a joke or two would have been cracked about how if the young man wanted a different blood type he should have just asked.

The doctor looked up to the others who were as stressed as he was. They both nodded their heads. They were finally done sewing this young man back together again. It was in Dean's hands now and in his body's control now. If he fought off the infections and held on, he might just make it.

It was a big leap of faith but he was positive that this Dean Winchester character could pull out of it….in time.

Maren watched as the doctor below nodded to her. She supposed she looked like Dean's wife and their child. Hell, Micah had Dean's eyes but he was Charlie's son. She felt an arm reach out and touch her causing her to almost jump right out of her skin. It was Bobby. He looked tired and rough around the edges. Maren supposed everyone at the hospital looked that way tonight.

"How is he?" he asked, his voice gruff with emotions. Maren tipped her head as she shrugged. The doctors knew that the group was not family with the Winchesters. If she was lucky and had to use Micah, Maren was going to claim wife to Dean or Sam to find out what was going on. That was if she was really lucky.

"I wish I knew. How's the Impala?" Maren asked grimly. She had seen the shambles of the car. She had put up one hell of a fight against the semi. Last Maren knew, Bobby was taking it to work on it. It was Dean's reaction that Maren and Bobby were worried about. Everyone knew Dean carried a lot on his shoulders; Maren was worried that the wreck of the car might be the snapping point for him. Micah pulled his arms into his chest for warmth. A smile crept onto Maren's face for a moment of time.

"I don't know," Bobby started. Maren whipped around looking at the mechanic. Micah stirred in her arms. Bobby's face was unreadable. Maren's mind started to race.

"Bobby, don't tell me that in this hick town area hospital, the police are actually doing their jobs and impounded both vehicles," Maren whispered praying not to wake Micah. Bobby looked away. There was more. Oh God…There was more…I drove all this way just to see the Winchesters be destroyed piece by piece. Not again, please, not again.

"Dean's wanted for murders in St. Louis. They're exhuming the bodies they buried; see if it's him that did it. But until then…" Bobby trailed off as his eyes focused on the Winchester as they stopped him at the door were two police officers were waiting.

"They're not going to cuff him?" Maren whispered in disbelief. Bobby shook his head.

"No, but they're going to have two police officers babysitting him until they can put them on him. Which means we have to warn Sam somehow," Bobby whispered back finally catching on that Micah was sleeping.

"Could this situation get any worse?" Maren said as she closed her eyes to will off a headache that was just moments away. Bobby cocked his head and sort of looked away. Maren sighed and made her way to the doors to leave to walk to ICU where Dean was being taken. She didn't have to be told that, the hospital was not a foreign place to this Davvies. Right as she was about to open the door it burst open with a bleeding Joshua who's eyes looked wildly scared.

"Sweet Jesus Joshua, what happened?" Bobby half shouted. Micah jumped awake in Maren's arms. She took one look at the man and knew instantly what had happened; well at least what she assumed had happened.

"It's John, isn't it? He's gone," Maren whispered. Silence echoed in the hallway where noise should have been quite familiar within its walls as time seemed to stretch as Maren and Bobby waited for an answer. A sudden crashing and shouting caused the trio to look down the hall. Blacked out eyes stared back at them from down the hall.

"Anyone got a gun on them?" Maren asked as Bobby and Joshua started to back away from the ruckus down the hall.

"I guess that's a no then."

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