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Previously, on Supernatural:

The 18-wheeler slammed into the Impala's side, forcing the door into the brother's side. The breaks screeched as the truck driver tried to stop his monster machine. Unfortunately, it took more road for the truck to stop than the street allowed. The car was slammed into a store window, ripping beams from the ceiling and shattering glass over the car.

The silence which followed was penetrated only by the store's burglary alarm.

Chapter 2: The Aftershock

Dean could feel his consciousness flickering in and out, only half-aware of his situation. A wave of pain hit him straight on as the shock of the accident left his body. Clenching his jaw in a silent cry, he pried his eyes open, blinking against the bright lights. Hearing someone approach his door, he tried turning his head, only to receive a jolt of pain down his spine.

"Anyone alive in there?" A strange voice called out. A pair of hands appeared on the hood of the car, followed by the trucker's face.

Dean cringed, trying to move his jaw. A small "help" escaped his lips. The trucker's eyes widened. "Hang on, I'll call 911." He disappeared out of sight.

Dean closed his eyes. Every inch of his body hurt. I guess Sammy-boy was right. I shouldn't have… SAMMY! Dean's eyes snapped open. He twisted his neck to the passenger side, ignoring the pain. There he was, leaning against the spider cracked window with a bit of blood from Sam's temple smeared across the glass.

"Sam. Sammy, wake up." Dean croaked, his throat raw. Sam didn't move. Something was wrong, other than the obvious situation of the car accident.

Dean's eyes widened. Since when does Sam sleep with his eyes open? Dean risked a glance at his brother's chest. Nothing. No movement. He wasn't breathing.

"No… no. Sam, NO!" Dean's rage broke through the pain. He grappled with the seatbelt, finally clicking it off, tried scooting himself over to his brother's seat. The pain was overwhelming;he saw stars dance before his eyes, but still he reached for his little brother.

"Come on Sam, wake up." Dean's hands shook as he pulled Sam's limp form over, holding him against his shoulder. "Sam, please. That's an order, damn it!" Sam's glossy eyes stared out into space. "Sam please. Please! Come back." A tear ran down Dean's face, landing on his brother's cheek, forging a trail through the blood on his face.

"Sam, I'm sorry. Sam, I'm so sorry… so sorry… so sorry…" Dean repeated, unaware he was rocking his brother just like he did when they were children and Sam had had a bad dream.

"Son, can you move?" Dean looked to his door, blinking through the tears. A man stood there with the letters EMT on his jacket. Help. He can help.

"My… my brother. He… he hit his head and he's not… He told me to let him drive… he told me…" Dean's vision began to fade.

"Son, stay with me now." The EMT climbed into the Impala's front seat through the window. He checkedDean'sneck and chest for obvious injuries."What's your name, son?" He put his fingers to Sam's neck.

"Dean. But his name is Sam." Dean looked at his face, hopeful the man could feel something he couldn't.

The EMT looked at Dean. "Okay Dean. I'm going to put your neck in this brace to make sure you don't have a spinal injury, okay? We gotta move him first though. I have to be able to work on you." The EMT started to pull Sam away, making Dean hold onto him all the tighter.

"No, no. My brother. You have to help Sammy. He… he's bleeding." Dean finished lamely. His vision was starting to go again, but still he held onto the body. The body. No, no, no, not the body Dean. Not the body. HOW COULD YOU THINK THAT DEAN!

"Dean." The EMT's voice cut through the darkness. He could feel something pulling on his arms. "Dean, you have to let go now. We have to help you."

"No… don't want… need help… him… my fault." Dean felt his body being lifted away. The blissful darkness finally came.

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