A/N- continuation after Devil's Trap. Sorry about the weird paragraphs, ff. kept on changing them on me... I'll try to figure it out for future chapters.
beginning
The door of the semi opened slowly and a man stepped down onto the pavement. He unhurriedly made his way to the mauled vehicle
pressed against the grill of the eighteen wheeler. Cold eyes flared fluorsescently as he observed the motionless occupants of the remains
of the Impala. The possessed man strode purposely towards the driver's side and smashed through the window. He sliced away Sam
Winchester's seatbelt and bodily dragged him from the vehicle. With unnatural strength, the demon placed Sam's weight across his
shoulder and turned to face the night.
Muffled talking. Dean tried to listen to the what the voices were saying but couldn't turn the many sounds into comprehensible words.
There was a barrier of water between his auditory senses and the noises. The water magnified volume of the sounds but failed to give
them any definition. His head occasionally broke through to air. "-ello --- buddy -------ope- dead" " thi--- -one -live- --amb-ance".
Fragments of speech caused further confusion as Dean floated in and out of reality. Eyes. Yellow eyes. Car. Gun. Smiling lips. Memory
and terror of an unnamable fear caused Dean to slide into full consciousness. Something had happened... they had been driving and then
there was nothing. Had he passed out in the car and they were in the hospital? Sam. Dad. No... If Dean were in the hospital, there would
not have been so much pain. Pain. Full consciousness had brought full awareness of the agony that gripped his body. All other thoughts
and feelings besides the pain were involuntarily pushed away. He wanted to scream from the agony of it but all he could hear his lips emit
was a dull groan. Excited voices began bombarded him from every direction. "Han- -on -an -ear me?" If only they would speak slower,
why the hell were they talking so fast? A fresh wave of pain washed over Dean and he allowed himself to flow away with it. Dean awoke
again as he felt cold air hit his face. Someone was shining a light in his eyes. "Hey buddy, you are going to be alright.. can you tell me what
hurts?" If Dean hadn't been in so much pain he would have laughed at the question. Tears or blood rolled down his face as he waited;
they immobilized his neck and he felt himself being lifted. He couldn't turn his head to see what became of his family. He awoke again in
the ambulance in the crushing grip of torture from his wounds. "Where is Sam and Dad?" Dean tried to ask through
the oxygen mask. At that moment it didn't occur to him that anyone could not know them. "We are two minutes out, hang in there buddy'.
The paramedic kept talking to him and Dean listened to her words because the words were outside the fist of pain in which he was kept.
Three ambulances and several police cars pulled onto the scene shortly before dawn. The early morning commuter who had
discovered the mangled wreckage stood uncomfortably in his suit with his arms crossed in front of him. The paramedics quickly
descended upon the accident as the police secured the area and questioned the man. Two paramedics approached the smaller vehicle
and shone their flashlights inside. The driver of the car was missing and the two other occupants were both motionless. All doors of the
car were crushed as to make it nearlyimpossible to remove the victims. The paramedics were puzzled at the oddity of the missing driver
but pushed forwards to care for the other two victims. They couldn't get to the man who was in the back seat without using the jaws to
extract him from the vehicle. As the fire crews readied the equipment a paramedic checked the man in the passenger seat. "This one's
dead". The attention of both emergency workers snapped to the second victim as he emitted a nearly inaudible groan. "Hang in there
buddy! Hurry up with the Jaws!"
The first on scene police officer quickly read the account of the man who had called 911. He had dealt with some terrible
accidents over the years but this one bothered him more than any of the others had. The drivers of both vehicles were missing on scene.
They were waiting on dogs to search the surrounding countryside. While it appeared that the driver of the semi had simply gotten out of
his vehicle and left the door open the second driver had definately not just stepped out of the car. He bent his head down and closely
examined the shattered driver's window of what under close inspection revealed to be a Impala. The driver's door was crushed but
someone had smashed the window. He had at first thought the driver had discovered the door couldn't be opened and had kicked open
the window but something about the way the glass was broken didn't look quite right. Frustrated the police officer stepped away. The
crime scene guys would be here in twenty minutes to figure out exactly what had happened. Of the two victims, only one had survived
impact. If that man lived, there would be many questions for him to answer.
A/N- If I get enough of a response to this (there are so many of these), then I will continue to update this story.
