Okay now that probably most of you hate my guts for never updating I'm really sorry I promise I really wanna do this story but, lets face it life can really be hectic, like I'm the universes' butt puppet. Anywho, but you will be happy to know that I've made myself a goal. Its called 2 or more, that means I have to put up 2 or more chapters every time I update. So everyone wins yay! ALSO I've never been to these towns , so if I did something wrong or offended you I'm sorry I didn't mean to. Enjoy Winchesterites!
Sleep. That's all I wanted to do. My head buzzed faintly, and my body felt as if I hadn't moved it in a long time, it felt heavy. Starting to drift back to sleep, everything came back to me in a rush. Saving dad, the demon, It hurting Dean, and the crash. It was a huge shock to my system.
My mind lingered on the crash, it was horrible I knew that for sure. Even though the only thing I remembered looking at Dean in the rear view mirror than a flash of lights and the sound of metal on metal.
I panicked, were we all dead? How had I not seen this? I tried to call out the names of my brother and father and it came out as a loud gurgle. My throat felt raw.
Trying to move was like trying to run underwater. Opening my eyes sent sharp pains running through my skull. Snapping them shut I tried calming down, I was no use to anyone if I was panicking. When I had my panic under control I slowly opened my eyes. Their was a sharp pain then it slowly ebbed away, sound was soft at first then steadily grew louder as I woke up fully.
There was a steady; Beep. Beep. Beep.
What the-? I thought, the question half formed in my mind. Then it dawned on me, I was in the hospital. I tried to sit up, but it was difficult, so I settled with turning my head,which ached slightly, to look at the room. The off white room was only big enough for one person. Where was Dean and Dad? Were they injured horribly? Were they dead?
Laying there, trying to figure out what to do, and not panic again was hard. Did the demon even know if we were alive? I heard footsteps and I tenses, I had nothing to protect myself. The footsteps slowed, then stopped. Turning my head till the door was in full view. Someone was standing there.
"Good. Your awake. Now you can answer some questions." The figure stepped into the room and my heart skipped several beats as I saw the police officers bade. Did he know about the credit card thievery and identity tags?
Trying to sit up again sent pins and needles all through my body. Gritting my teeth I ignored the pain and finally succeed in sitting up. The officer watched me through narrow eyes.
Faking a smile I spoke, my voice coming out raspy and soft. "What can I do for you sir?"
"Whats your name boy?"
My heart seemed to stop, he knew I thought. How the hell were we supposed to get out of this? How would we stop the demon?
Making my face blank I replied, "M-my name is Sam."
He leaned forward, resting his foot on the edge of the bed, and cocked an eyebrow. Waiting for me to go on. I didn't.
"Well, Sam, Do you know what happened?"
"An accident." I replied, staring him in the face and wondering where this was going.
"How'd it happen? Did you cause this?"
Thank God, I thought he didn't know anything about what we have done or have in the car. I relaxed a little and said,
"No, we didn't do this. It happened so fast, one minute the road was clear the next I see lights coming from the right side of the car, after that its blank."
He sighed: "Thats it? You don't know who did this?"
I shook my head and he straightened up, started walking towards the door.
"Well thank you-Sam." he said as if he didn't believe what I was saying.
As soon as he left he returned, "Oh the junk yard is holding your car until you can claim the items."
"Thank you." I mumbled as he left, throat aching. Damn Dean is going to be pissed his car is gone I thought.
A nurse came in quietly, smiling at me and checked my charts. Without looking up she asked,
"How are you feeling...Samuel?"
"Okay. Hurt. But okay." I said.
Looking up her blue eyes met mine and she smiled briefly before looking down again.
"Um, my brother and father where are they? They okay?" I asked quietly.
She looked at me and her face went glum, the bearer of bad news I thought. Someone had died I thought and my chest tightened.
"They are just a few doors down. Your father has a mild concussion and our brother," she frowned, "he is-he is doing okay." and she flashed me a fake smile.
"What do you mean doing okay?"
She bit her lip, "he-uh-his heart stopped."