A/N: More is coming tomorrow, and yes, MOG and I are still at work on Tecumseh.
Part 2
It was the smell of oil that brought Sam back to consciousness. He tried to open his eyes, but decided to be patient for a moment. His senses were slowly firing up and registering pain. He brought a hand to his head, feeling the slickness of blood. He tried to wipe it off. With a groan he opened his eyes, and stared out, over the hood of the Impala into the night sky. Bright lights were coming from the left; Sam turned his head and cried out. "Dad! Dean!"
Sam wasn't able to fully turn his neck and decided turning his torso may be easier, that only brought tears to his eyes. In distress he began panting. "Please, Dad? Dean, can you hear me?"
Exhaling a breath, Sam willed himself to think clearly. His left arm felt numb. Carefully, with his right hand he pulled out his cell phone from his jacket pocket. He pressed the number 9 then stopped, remembering that they had been attacked by a semi- trailer, and that the children of the demon could inhabit any body even those that could bring them aid.
Sam took in another deep breath, feeling his chest burning as he did so. The Devil's Trap was still on the trunk of the Impala. Sam hoped that would transfer to the whole car, in which case he had some time-time to make some decisions and still save his brother and father. Her pressed the 'contacts' button on the phone and scrolled down to 'Bobby.'
Thankfully, Bobby answered on the first ring.
"Bobby, it's Sam," The younger Winchester found his voice to be rough and low, his tongue feeling thick in his mouth.
"Sam, did you find your father?'
"We need help-accident-demon after us-need hospital." Sam bit his lip, struggling to keep the phone near his ear.
"Where are you?"
"No, go to hospital, Route 11." Sam gave directions, hoping that Bobby understood. "Bobby? Don't want to get possessed or hurt? Help."
"Jesus, Sam." Bobby replied, catching on. "Okay, make the sign of the cross with holy water-you understand me? Sam?"
"Yeah, hospital," Sam lowered the phone, finding it was becoming too slick with blood.
"Okay, Sam."
Sam clicked the red button to cease the conversation. His hand was shaking, but he needed to finish. He pressed the numbers for emergency, waiting to hear the EMT pick up the line. He didn't bother to lift the phone to his ear. "Accident! Route 11! Come quick!" He could hear the EMT talking. But didn't want to waste anymore energy in talking. He dropped the phone, leaving the line open just in case.
Sam had to control the shaking for a moment, and made a fist with his hand, going back into his jacket for the vile of holy water. With one hand he maneuvered the flask open and tilted it, splashing the water on his fingers.
"In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti." He said as he made the sign of the cross on himself. Again he wet his fingers, moving towards his father, he stretched out his right hand. His hand brushed his father's hair and finding John's forehead he made the sign of the cross.
With a sharp inhale, he wet his fingers again. Bracing his feet against the floor of the Impala he lifted himself up, using the momentum to turn and face his brother. The holy water spilled on the front seat, wetting Sam's jeans already wet from blood. But, Sam ignored it, when he saw his brother-pale, lying motionless, and his head against the broken glass. Blood still remained on his lips from the battle with the demon. More blood was on dripping down from the side of his face. Sam stretched his hand out, feeling at least that his brother was breathing, a hitched breath, but it was at least a sign he was alive. Again Sam repeated the sign of the cross, and then let himself succumb, hearing the sounds of sirens in the distance.
TBC