Chapter 2

His eyes were still closed but he could see the red lights through his eyelids. He heard the sirens. It was an ambulance. He slowly opened his eyes, and everything came back to him. It was a car accident. Well, it was a crash, but he had a feeling it wasn't an accident. More like a car purpose. His door opened and two large men undid his seatbelt. They put a big plastic brace on his neck and lifted him out of the car.

"What's your name?" One of them asked him.

"Sam."

They rested him on a stretcher and started wheeling him to the ambulance.

"Where's my brother?" He asked.

"He's on his way to the hospital."

"And… And my dad?" He coughed. It hurt.

"He's on his way as well. Don't worry, Sam. Everything's going to fine."

He had been in the hospital for three hours and he hadn't heard anything about his brother or his dad. He had a CT scan and stitches put into his head. There was no head trauma or broken bones anywhere, so he was finally discharged after getting a giant bill.

"Can you tell me where my family is?" He asked, slowly putting his jacket on.

"I'll bring you there," The nurse said nicely.

Sam's heart was racing as he walked down the hall. He was afraid of what he would see. Afraid of what condition they would be in. How was he going to react? She opened a door and stepped aside so Sam could go in on his own. He gulped and slowly stepped forward. Both of them were hooked up to tubes and machines. He walked over to Dean's bed and grabbed onto his hand. Dean smiled. He was awake.

"Hey Sammy," Dean Whispered.

"Hi."

"How are you?"

"I'm ok. You don't seem so great."

"I'll be ok." He coughed a few times. "It's dad we should be worried about."

Sam looked across the room and saw his dad lying there, almost lifeless. He felt the tears coming to his eyes, but tried to hold them back. He slowly crossed the room and looked down at his dad. Such a strong guy, lying there so helplessly.

"Hi, dad." He knew he couldn't hear him, but he had to say something.

"You should probably go get a motel somewhere," Dean said.

"I'm not leaving you two."

"Sam…"

"I'm staying right here."

"What about when visiting hours are over?"

"I'm family, it's different. They can't expect me to just leave you guys. I'm not leaving you guys." That was when the tears came. He couldn't stop them.

"Sammy, don't cry."

"Well maybe you should! I'm the only human in this family!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You guys are just…" He shook his head and turned to leave. "Whatever. Call me on my cell when you get out." He walked through the door and out of Dean's sight.

Sam opened the door to his room and looked around. It was small and smelled like wet clothes. The sheets on the bed had stains and the mattress was so worn he could feel the springs ready to pop out. He hadn't slept in his own bed since he left for college. He didn't want this lifestyle but his brother dragged him into it. He wanted so badly to go back to school. To crawl into a comfortable bed. To have his worries be about exams, instead of how to fight off a demon. He wanted Jess back. He wanted to know what his mom was like. He wanted his Dad and Dean to be ok. It just seemed like everything he wanted these days, were somehow unreachable. He buried his face in his hands and cried.

Sam needed to take his mind of his family so he turned on the TV and started flicking through the few channels it had. He stopped when he came across the news.

"Both parents were found dead in the bedroom of 231 O'Conner Street. The only trace we have of the killer is a set of small bloody footprints," The reporter was saying. "That's all the information we are releasing at this point. Back to the newsroom."

It cut to a woman with black hair, sitting at a desk. "Thanks, Stan. In other news…" Sam tuned out then. He shut off the TV and got into the rental car. He had to found out with this was all about.