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Dean shot once, twice, three times at Kate before losing sight of her. Every squeeze of the trigger sent shockwaves if pain through his arm. He dropped the gun, his hands shaking from the effort of holding on. They were burnt badly from holding that fucking monster down for so long. For trying to hurt his family he'd made it suffer.
"Jack!Jack!" Sam was shaking the girl trying to get any kind of response.
"Move Sam." Dean ran to them kneeling in front of Jack's prone form. He felt for a pulse with his one semi-uninjured finger and felt it going rapidly under the sweat soaked skin of her throat. The sleeve of Sammy's sweat shirt was crimson, she was bleeding out fast, too fast.
"Sam." He said and Sam understood, he scooped her up fast but carefully and the two men ran around to the front of the motel where the ambulances had just arrived.
"We need some help here!" Dean called running toward the nearest paramedic. He took in the bloody broken sight of the trio and gestured for a gurney.
"What happened?" The man demanded taking her from Sam and placing her on the gurney. Two more paramedics lifted her into the ambulance behind them.
"She was shot in the arm." Dean explained calmly.
"By who?" He asked.
"The fuck should I know. Do something she's bleeding to death for fucks sake!" Dean yelled stepping closer to the man. The paramedic took one look at Dean, wild eyed and dead calm at the same time and dropped his line of questioning.
"We need to get her to the hospital." A female paramedic said cutting away the sleeve to reveal the gory mess of Jack's shoulder.
"I'll ride with her." Sam said hastily. He sent Dean a look telling him to get to Missouri's and tell them what happened.
"Are you two family?" The man asked.
"She's our sister." Sam answered. He nodded at him and let the female close the ambulance doors.
"Sir we need to get you into a separate ambulance." The man said turning hesitantly to face Dean again as the ambulance took off.
"What the fuck for?" Dean growled, this guy was really starting to piss him off.
"Your hands."
"I've had worse." Dean said and shoved past medic boy to just in his car. He grimaced in pained forcing his hand to close over the key in the ignition and the other on the wheel. He'd have to be extra careful not to crash the car, too bad he wasn't in a particularly careful mood.
The last thing he saw when he looked back in his rearview mirror was a little girl running to her mother, who was sobbing and clutching the girl for dear life.
"What's your sister's blood type?" The woman asked Sam as she applied pressure to Jack's wound. Jack twitched in pain, though she was still unconscious. He guessed it was good that there was any response.
"O." Sam answered. He had no idea what it really was, but he knew type O was the Universal donor.
"How old is your sister?" The woman asked as they worked on her, he wondered if it was really important or if they were just trying to keep him form going into shock. He would have scoffed and told them he'd seen worse but he was to busy trying to remind himself of the same thing. Trying not to feel like he'd failed to protect Jack the way Jessica asked him to, the way Jack kept saying she didn't need him to.
"19." He answered another question he wasn't qualified to answer. They worked on her and asked him more questions, he told them more lies. No allergies to medicines, no medical conditions they should know about. He hoped he didn't kill her on accident.
"Hey, she's going to be okay." The woman put her hand on his arm as they pulled up to the Emergency room doors. Sam looked her in the eye for the first time and thought incongruously that her hair was almost the same color as Jess's. He nodded and moved out of their way so they could rush Jack inside.
"I should have asked this before but we need to know your name and hers." She asked him stepping out hastily.
"Chris and Jackie Fontenot." He answered grasping at the first name he could think of.
After Jack was rushed into surgery and he was looked over briefly Sam had nothing to do but sit in the waiting room outside the O.R. and wait. He finally decided it would be a good idea to wait outside the emergency room for when Dean and the others showed up, since they wouldn't know what names he'd given. It bugged him for a few minutes, why the name Chris spilled out of his mouth so easily, before he remembered that was Jack said her uncle was named.
"I'm a joker, I'm a smoker I'm a midnight toker….." An off key male voice sang somewhere in another room. Jack smelt pancakes and smiled. Chris was making breakfast, he always sang when he cooked and always the same damn song. He must've let her sleep in again.
She snuggled deeper in her blankets, wondering why she wasn't getting warmer. She finally gave up and kicked the blankets off but when she tried to sit up pain tore through her body, especially her left shoulder. She screamed and jerked forcing open her eyes.
"Sedate her!" She heard someone say. What she saw made no sense. A white room, bright lights, people. She jerked around trying to see and wrap he head around her surroundings frantically. She saw men and women in scrubs, an I.V. being taped into her arm, blood filled fluid bags and the pain, fuck, the pain. She thrashed momentarily wanting to get away not understanding why they were doing this to her but her limbs grew heavy and soon she couldn't keep her eyes open. She saw a pair of concerned eyes hover over her for second before disappearing.
'But your dead.' She though sluggishly after the familiar warm brown eyes were gone. Then the dark took over again,
'Don't let them take me.' She thought reaching out but to who she didn't know. The dark was where the shadows lived.
Sam jerked awake nearly falling off the stone bench he was sitting on. He hadn't realized he was asleep until the voice in his head woke him up.
'Don't let them take me.' She'd whispered into his mind. He felt a cold clench of fear Jack felt as she slipped back into unconsciousness.
Just then the Impala skidded to a halt, parking in front of where Sam sat by the entrance and Dean and John tumbled out.
"Did you hear that too?" Dean asked running up to him looking thoroughly spooked.
"Don't let them take me?" Sam asked jumping up from his seat.
"Yeah. It was Jack right?" Dean asked.
"She was scared." Sam said unnecessarily.
"You okay Sammy?" Dean asked looking worriedly at his brother. He felt his clammy, pale skin and winced. The flicker of pain in Dean's eyes snapped Sam out of his lethargy.
"You have to see a doctor now." Sam said pulling Dean by his arm, careful of his injured hands, into the emergency room. They pulled aside the first nurse they saw and against Dean's protests that he was fine practically dragged him to the ICU. None of the orderlies were willing to get close enough to Dean to do it themselves. Once Dean was being taken care of John pulled Sam aside.
"Jack's in surgery." John said gruffly.
"Yessir." Sam answered.
"Dean says she's a hero." John said.
"Saved a little girl back at the motel. Nobody else saw her in the fire." Sam answered tensely.
"Saved you too." John said. Sam stared at his father expecting to see a chastising scowl but John's face was unreadable.
"Yessir." Sam said standing straighter. To his surprise John sighed and look him over worriedly.
"Are you alright?" John asked trying to read any sign of pain in Sam's face or body language.
"I'm fine dad." Sam said biting his lip. John nodded and looked into the open door to where Dean's burns were being looked at. John gave Sam one last long look and they headed in to see Dean being patched up.
"No wonder you wear so many layers Sammy, damn near fire proof with all that shit on." Dean grumbled but he looked relieved that his brother was okay for the most part.
"On the bright side at least I'm not the worst injured this time." Dean said trying to break some of silent tension in the room. It wasn't working though. The memory of their last hospital stay was still to fresh. And then they'd all know deep down that they'd be fine. They were Winchester's, there was no other option. Jack wasn't a Winchester, not being okay was a strong possibility and each of the men knew it.
"Wow." Dean breathed out.
"Yeah, I know." Sam answered.
TBC………
AN: Aww my poor Jack. Don't worry though she's a tough cookie. Already got a sarcastic comeback for the lecture that's waiting for her when she wakes up. Also the song Chris was singing is The Joker by The Steve Miller Band in case anyone was wondering. And he does sing really bad :D
Till next time……..