A/N: An extra chapter to start the weekend off right. Since this is a short one, will post sooner and there doesn't seem as much interest in the story. NC
Chapter 6
A heart wrenching scream echoed through the apartment waking Breeze and making her bolt from her bed and race to Storm's bedroom.
"Sis! Sis, what's wrong?" Breeze asked urgently as she sat down beside her and grabbed her shoulders to stop her from flinging her body around on the bed. All she could see on her face was one of utter fear and horror. "Sis! You need to wake up!"
"D-De-Dean…" Storm gasped in shock. She shook her body hard and focused on Breeze. "Dean's in trouble, we need to leave now."
"Did someone call you? How do you know?"
"I just do. We have sort of this connection," Storm tried to explain as she threw back the covers to get up. She went to her closet to get a bag and begin to pack. "Get ready Bree. We're going to Jefferson City."
"Okay, I believe you," Breeze answered getting up to go back to her room to pack and change clothes. She wasn't going to question Storm's gut feelings knowing how close she was to Dean. Her mind turned to Sam and wondered if they would ever have that connection and if he was okay.
As soon as they were dressed and packed, they met in the living room. Storm grabbed her gun, knives, and keys from the bowl and shoved them into her pockets. She jerked her cell out to text Norm and her Dad that she was closing the bar and had to go out of town. She went downstairs and wrote a note to post in the window that the bar was closed due to a family emergency.
With that taken care of, they headed to Storm's car and Breeze mapped out a route to Jefferson City. Storm stopped at a gas station outside of town to fill the car before picking up the highway east. Breeze tried calling Sam but didn't get an answer and then Dean, but he didn't answer either.
There wasn't much traffic since it was still several hours before sunrise. Storm pressed harder on the gas pedal as the need to get to Dean intensified. Her grip on the steering wheel tightened and loosened as she fought the panic, knowing it wouldn't do any good to wreck.
Breeze could sense Storm's anxiety and stress and wasn't sure what to do. She wanted to comfort her but could not think of anything to say to assure her the guys were okay. Breeze had only been exposed to the hunting world for a brief period of time and wasn't used to the stress and how to deal with it. It would take time for that, but this wasn't going to scare her off. She was loving Sam more each day and wasn't going to give up on a relationship with him.
"I grabbed my laptop so when we get to a restaurant with free Wi-Fi, I know how to track their cells," Storm finally told Breeze. "We'll know where to find them"
"Okay. You are full of surprises Sis. When did you learn that?" Breeze replied.
"Sam. I paid attention to some things they were doing when visiting. You know how quickly I pick things up. Always been that way."
"Yeah, I remember in school how it only took seeing or hearing something once and you had it."
"It did help in high school and college."
"Should I try calling again?"
"No, hopefully when one of them can, they will call us."
Storm and Breeze lapsed into silence as they watched the sun began to peek over the horizon, casting the first rays of light across the land. Storm reached for her sunglasses and told Breeze there was another pair in the glovebox for her. They had been on the road for several hours and traffic was starting to pick up with people heading to work.
A loud ringing suddenly filled the inside of the car and Storm jerked it to the side of the road and threw the car into park. She fumbled the cell from her jacket pocket and answered it, putting it on speaker.
"Hello! Dean!" Storm yelled louder than she meant, panic in her voice.
"Storm, no, it's Sam," Sam answered in a strange voice.
"What's going on Sam. I'm with Breeze on speaker."
"It's Dean, he's been hurt. You need to come to Jefferson City Memorial Hospital."
"Oh god, I was hoping I was wrong," Storm gasped as she stared at the cell.
"What Storm?" Sam questioned.
"I knew something was wrong with Dean, Sam. It slammed into me during the middle of the night, and I knew I had to get to him. We're on the road now. Sam, how bad is he?"
"Sammy are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?" Breeze asked sensing the strain in his voice.
"Scrapes and bruises, nothing broken. I'm okay Bree," Sam tried to assure her.
"What's the room number Sam? Where are you in the hospital?" Storm questioned.
"We're on the second floor. Dean is in room 276, and I'm staying with him. They didn't admit me."
"We'll be there as soon as we can Sam. Tell Dean I'm on my way," Storm ordered him in a strong, determined voice.
"Be careful. I don't need you wrecking before getting here."
"Don't worry, Sammy, I'm taking over driving," Breeze told him. "I'll text you when we get there."
"Okay, bye, see you soon," Sam said ending the call.
"Switch places with me Sis," Breeze told Storm. "You're in no shape to drive right now."
"Okay," Storm relented knowing she was right. She got out and moved around the car to let Breeze have the driver's seat so she could drive.
Storm hunched down in the seat as she hugged her arms around her body when a chill swept through her making her shiver. She clenched her eyes shut, trying to keep her mind from thinking the worse, but wasn't doing a good job of it. She prayed with all her heart that someone would watch over Dean and keep him safe.
"It'll be okay Sis," Breeze offered reaching to squeeze her arm when she saw how devastated Storm looked. She pressed harder on the gas making the car jump forward as the engine whined higher. She broke every speed limit along the way, wanting to get to Sam and Dean.
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It was mid-morning when Breeze sped into the parking lot of the hospital. They found parking for the car and ran for the front entrance. Once inside, they looked for the elevators to go to the second floor and find the room Sam had given them.
Breeze spotted the elevators and pulled Storm that way. Storm began pressing frantically on the button to summon the elevator until Breeze laid a hand on her arm to stop her. It took several minutes for the doors to open and they hurried in and pressed two for the second floor. Storm was fidgeting nervously as she clasped and unclasped her hands and bounced from foot to foot.
When they stepped from the elevator, Breeze saw the room numbers on the wall, and they hurried to the left trying to find the right room. The door was slightly a jar, and they stood outside for a moment before Storm pushed the door open enough so they could enter.
Sam was standing between the bed and the door since the doctor had left a few minutes prior. He had given him the shocking news and was trying to process what he was told. He looked up as Storm stepped into the room and saw the look of horror and disbelief on her face. Sam was to her in two steps and pulled her tightly to his chest to suppress the wail of despair coming from Storm's lips. It was muffled but still echoed softly around the room.
"I got you," Sam mumbled as he held her to him and listened to her wails become sobs as her body shook.
Breeze stood by them for a moment as tears sprang to her eyes. She looked to the bed and saw Dean's pale, lifeless body lying there. There was equipment beeping and humming and a ventilator was helping him breath. The ventilator was hissing loudly as she watched Dean's chest rise and fall.
Very slowly Breeze moved to the bed and looked down at Dean's face before leaning over to whisper softly in his ear and then kissing him on the forehead. She rubbed his cheek and turned back to Sam and Storm, stepping to them.
"Let me," Breeze told Sam as she pulled Storm into her arms, hugging her before leading her to the bed. "He needs you right now Sis. You can do this," she whispered to her as she let her go.
Storm's eyes were blurry from the tears flowing from them, and she wiped her arm across her face and sniffed as she continued to cry. She reached a trembling hand toward Dean's face and cupped it lovingly. She leaned down and brushed her lips across his cheek and then whispered to him.
"I'm here now Babe," she whispered. "You're going to be okay. You have to be okay…." She kicked her shoes off and eased into the bed with Dean, laying carefully by his side. She could feel the coolness of his body as she cuddled closely being careful of his injuries. "I can't live without you. Please come back to me."
Sam and Breeze stood together with their arms around each other and watched the interaction. Dean didn't move, flinch, or blink when Storm touched and talked to him. Sam blinked away his tears and squeezed Breeze when she laid her head on his chest.
No one saw the shadow in the doorway of the large man standing there. He watched what was happening in the room but didn't go inside. Quietly, he backed away and headed back to his room to get his clothes and to contact someone to help. The wrecked Impala needed to be taken care of and he needed ingredients for a spell.
"Sam, can we talk outside?" Breeze whispered to him after a few minutes when she saw Storm had settled in bed with Dean, hugging him protectively.
"Sure, there's a room down the hall we can use," Sam replied leading her through the door. They walked down the hall to a sunroom and went inside. They found a quiet corner away from the two other people in the room.
"Are you okay?" Breeze asked when she finally got a good look at Sam's face.
"Yeah, nothing major, I'll heal." Sam touched the injuries on his face and winced slightly but knew he got off easy compared to Dean.
"Tell me Sam, how bad is Dean?" Breeze questioned in a low voice. "What did the doctor say?"
Sam looked away as he bit his lower lip not wanting to repeat what the doctor had told him. If he said the words, it would make it real.
"Please Sam, I need to know."
"The doctor said Dean had lost a lot of blood, but they patched him up as best as they could. None of those are life threatening but when the semi hit us, he sustained a head injury and there was swelling on the brain. They won't know how bad it is until he wakes up…If he wakes up. The doctor said he didn't know if Dean would wake up. It would be a matter of time before…"
"Oh no…" Breeze told him taking his hands in hers.
"But the doctors don't know what we do. There's got to be something or someone that can help Dean. I'll find it and save my brother. No matter what I need to do." A single tear slipped from his eye and ran down his cheek as he turned his gaze away from Breeze.
"It's okay Sam," Breeze comforted him. She pulled him into her arms, and they sat there not saying anything. Finally, Breeze pushed away and looked into Sam's pain filled eyes. "We should get back to the room."
"Yeah, you're right," Sam nodded holding out his hand to help her up. They walked back down the hall and stepped into the room to see Storm still curled around Dean and was humming softly to him as she stroked his cheek. They looked at the monitors and didn't see any change in them. "I'll go talk to my Dad and see if he knows any way to help Dean. He just woke up and knows a lot more about these things than I do."
"Do you really think you can find some way to help Dean?"
"I have to; Dean would do the same for me," Sam told her looking back at the bed and his brother before leaving the room. He went to his father's room and found it empty and wondered where he had gone. His injuries were not serious, but he shouldn't be leaving, and Sam's anger started to rise. He couldn't believe their father would bail on them with Dean in the shape he was in. He slammed his hand into the wall and huffed in anger before turning to leave the room and collided with his father in the doorway.
"Sam, son, is everything okay? Has there been a change with Dean?"
"No, I was coming to talk to you about that. Where were you?" Sam asked trying not to accuse their father of anything.
"I was calling Bobby to come get the Impala before the cops find the hidden compartment in the trunk. I don't think they will understand the stuff in there."
"Oh, yeah, Dean will want to fix it up when he gets better. Is there someone or some ritual we can use to help him heal? What can we do Dad? We can't give up on him, there's got to be something…"
"I don't know," John replied hanging his head like he was defeated.
"You're not giving up, are you? You're not going to let Dean die if there's a way to save him?"
"I'm going to do what I need to Sam. Those girls in there, one is Dean's girlfriend, who is the other one?"
"My girlfriend, her name is Breeze," he boldly said, like daring him to say anything against that.
John didn't say anything as he sat down on the hospital bed. He was waiting for Bobby to get there, and he would put his plan into motion. He wasn't telling anyone about it because he didn't want interference or have Sam or Bobby try and stop him. This was a sacrifice he was willing to make for his sons, to keep them safe and to fulfill the promise he made to Mary all those years ago.
A/N: What does John have planned? How is Dean going to be saved? Will Sam sacrifice himself? All will be answered in the next chapters. Thanks for taking this journey with me. I do like reviews/comments. NC
