A/N: Sorry for the late update, folks! It's been a rough week.

Screaming.

That was the sound that woke Kayla. Screaming. Who was screaming exactly, she couldn't tell at first, but they were screaming as hard and as loud as they could. When Kayla tried to move, she couldn't, and everything came flooding back to her. The car squealing tires. The loud crash. The breaking glass. It was Mary, in her car seat next to Kayla, who was screaming. Screaming Kayla's name.

"Kay'a!"

Kayla reached over and unbuckled her seat belt. "It's okay, Mary. I'm here. Don't cry."

"Kay'a."

"Shhh. It's okay. Are you hurt?" Kayla quickly checked Mary over. To her relief, she found no injuries on her baby sister. "I'm gonna check on grandma." Kayla said.

"Out, Kay'a. Out."

"No. Not yet." Kayla said. "I'll help you get out, I promise, just not yet. Stay here."

"Kay'a…"

Kayla ignored her little sister's crying and climbed into the front seat. The other sound that had woken her up was the horn. Leslie's face was smashed into the steering wheel. Kayla pulled her back against the seat and gasped. There was blood on Leslie's face, and worse, she wasn't moving.

"Grandma. Wake up. I need your help, I don't know what to do." Leslie didn't move, and Kayla tried hard not to cry. Mary was doing enough crying for the both of them. "Grandma. Grandma, please wake up."

A beeping sound got Kayla's attention. Grandma's phone, Kayla thought. She dug it out of Leslie's pocket and flipped it open. The battery was flashing, but Kayla didn't care. She pressed the red button to stop the flashing batter and dialed 911 with shaking hands. The phone rang three times, and Kayla tried to keep herself calm. Her aching body and racing heart made it hard, but Kayla was the only one who could do it.

"911. What is your emergency?"

"We need help!" Kayla said.

The woman on the other end of the phone softened her tone slightly when she realized she was speaking with a scared child. "Alright, sweetie, slow down. What do you need help with?"

"My grandma's car crashed and now I can't wake her up."

"Okay, sweetie. Listen, I'm gonna get you help, but I need to ask you some questions. Can you answer them for me?"

"I'll try." Kayla said. "I'm really scared."

"I'm sure you are, sweetheart, but you're doing just fine. You're very brave. Can you tell me your name?"

"Kayla."

"Alright, Kayla, I'm Sally. Kayla, how old are you?"

"Ten." Kayla said.

"Okay, good, honey. I hear someone crying in the background. Do you know who that is?"

"It's my sister."

"Is she hurt?" Sally asked.

"I don't think so. She's just scared."

"Good. How old your sister? What's her name?"

"Mary. She'll be two in three weeks." Kayla said.

"Okay, good. Now, where's your grandma? Is she awake?"

"No. She's hurt and I can't wake her up." Kayla said.

"Okay. Is she breathing? Can you tell?"

"I don't know." Kayla said. "I don't think so. She's got blood on her face and her nose looks funny."

"What do you mean funny?"

"Like it's broken." Kayla said. "She fell really hard into the steering wheel."

"Alright. Now how about you, sweetie? Are you hurt?"

"I feel sore." Kayla said. "But I don't think I broke anything."

"Okay. Kayla, do you know where you are?"

"I can't tell." Kayla said. "I don't remember much before the car crashed. It's all fuzzy."

"Do you see any signs around you? Any houses, other cars, anything like that?" Sally asked.

Kayla looked out the windshield and spotted it. "I see a street sign."

"Can you tell what it says?"

"There's two of them. The one on top says Ashby street. I can't see the one on the bottom." Kayla said.

"That is a wonderful job, sweetheart. I'm sending help out to you now. Stay on the phone with me, okay?"

The phone beeped again, and Kayla pulled it away. "The battery's dying."

"Okay, sweetheart, listen to me. Do not hang up. Do you hear me? Do not hang up."

"But if it dies…" Kayla said.

"Just stay on as long as you possibly can." Sally said. "Talk to me, honey. What happened?"

"It's all fuzzy. I can't remember."

"That's okay. How about what you were doing today?" Sally asked.

Kayla told the story, letting her mind go back to earlier that day.

Five Hours Earlier

5pm

"What do you think, Daddy?"

Kayla stood at the bottom stairs in her new dress, twirling it for him with a big smile on her face. Sam mirrored her smile as he watched her model the dress Leslie had gotten for her. It was Kayla's favorite color-green with a red lining on the bottom.

"You look absolutely beautiful, honey."

"Really?" Kayla asked. "I'm pretty?"

"You are very pretty, sweetheart. Come here. Let's wait for mommy and Mary."

Sam knew the time when Kayla would want to cuddle with her Daddy was coming to a close, but for now he was grateful she was still young enough for it. While Jess dressed Mary down the hall, Kayla climbed into Sam's lap on the couch and just talked. She told Sam about what was going on in school, what her friends were up to, the movie she'd watched with her mom that day. Soon enough, but too soon for Sam, Jess walked in carrying Mary, and the doorbell rang.

"Grandma!"

Leslie didn't wait to be let in. She walked inside and shut the door behind her. Her blue dress got caught slightly in the doorway.

"Look at you!" Sam said from the couch.

Leslie blushed and grinned appreciatively. "Thank you, Sam."

Jess handed the babbling Mary over to Sam. "You guys ready to go?"

"I am!"

"So tell me again what you guys are doing?" Sam asked.

"It's a grandparents day party, Daddy." Kayla said. "We're gonna play games, and eat ice cream, and…"

"I'm glad you're excited, sweetie." Leslie said. "I am too." She turned to Sam and asked, "There's a couple of boxes in the back of my car. Clothes for Mary and Kayla. Would you mind getting them for me?"

"Sure."

As Sam walked out the door, Kayla asked, "What are you two gonna do tonight, Mommy?"

"Daddy and I will play some games of our own." Jess said, making her mother snort with laughter.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, honey." Jess said. "You guys go have fun."

"Kayla." Sally said. "You still with me, honey?"

"I'm here."

"I don't hear Mary crying anymore. Is she okay?" Sally asked.

Kayla was alarmed when she realized Sally was right. Mary wasn't crying anymore. Kayla turned quickly and found Mary still in her car seat, sucking her thumb. She was close to falling asleep, her eyes heavy, red, and puffy.

"She looks okay. She's sucking her thumb and she's about to fall asleep."

"Alright, sweetie. Do you hear the ambulance yet?" Sally asked.

Off in the distance, Kayla heard a siren. "I hear them!"

"Okay, sweetie, can you do something to let them know where you are?"

"Like what?" Kayla asked.

"Can you get out of the car and go to meet them?"

"I don't want to leave my sister alone."

"Can you honk the horn and keep your hand on it until you see them?" Sally asked.

"I'll try." Kayla said. "The phone's beeping faster…"

Kayla pulled the phone away from her ear and sobbed a little when she saw it was dead. Stay strong, Mary and Grandma need you, a voice said from inside her mind. Kayla threw the phone down on the floor, checked one more time on Mary, then did what Sally told her. She leaned on the horn and pressed it. Mary started to scream again, and this time Kayla joined in.

"Someone help us!"

Sam put away the last of what remained of dinner. He wondered why Leslie hadn't called yet so they could tell the girls goodnight, but he wasn't worried. They're still at the party, Sam told himself. Let them have fun. Sam heard something that made him stop. A faint voice, screaming from far off. Kayla?, he thought to himself. Sam shook his head; Kayla was fine. She was hopefully in bed, but was probably out having a blast with her grandma. Sam went to the couch to wait for Jess to come out of the shower.

He never made it. The doorbell rang, and for a moment Sam thought about just ignoring it. He knew it wasn't Dean, who would have either called first or just walked inside. Leslie was gone with the girls, and Bobby and John were at their home in Sioux Falls, more than an hour away. Sam heard the shower running down the hall and smiled. Jess had already been in there around a half hour. Sam figured she was just enjoying some rare time to herself, which he thought was more than earned. Whoever was at the door knocked again, and this time made Sam wish he hadn't ignored it.

"Mr. Winchester, this is the police department. We see your light on, please answer the door."

Sam threw open the door to find two detectives standing there. "What is this about?"

"Mr. Winchester, I'm detective Lamby, this is detective Ross. Are you the father of Kayla and Mary Winchester? Ages ten and two?"

"Yes." Sam said, his heart dropping to his stomach.

"Sir, I'm sorry to tell you this, but your daughters were just taken to St. John's hospital."

"What? Are they okay?" Sam asked.

"They're alive, and they both appear to have minor injuries."

"What about Leslie?"

"Leslie?" detective Ross asked.

"My mother-in-law. The girls were spending the night with her." Sam explained.

The detectives glanced at each other then back at Sam. "Your mother-in-law was involved in a car accident. We're still investigating, but it looks like someone hit the three of them and kept driving."

"Is Leslie okay?" Sam insisted.

"No, sir. She's alive, but barely. The doctors are looking at her right now." detective Ross said. "We need you to come to the hospital to see to your daughters, sir."

"Um, yeah, of course. My wife's in the shower, I need to wait for her."

"We'll wait for you." detective Ross said. "Take your time."

"Come on in. You guys can wait in here." Sam said, walking away down the hall towards he bathroom.

Sam opened the bathroom door slowly. As anxious as he was to get to Kayla and Mary, he dreaded talking to Jess. When he opened the door, he found Jess standing there, just dressed in pajamas and brushing her hair.

"Hey, you." she said. "I thought you were gonna join me."

"Jess, you need to get dressed."

"I am dressed. Sam, why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" Jess asked.

Hopefully I haven't, Sam thought. "The police are here. Your mom and the girls were in an accident."

"WHAT?" Jess asked. "Are they okay?"

"I don't know. We need to get to the hospital. Come on and get dressed."

It seemed like forever before Sam and Jess's car was pulling up to the ER. Sam helped Jess and raced up to the door before the detectives were even out of their car. He started to ask the nurse behind the desk where he needed to go when he heard a voice that lifted his spirit.

"Da'e!"

"Mary!"

Mary was being held by a nurse who was trying to keep her calm until her parents got there. Mary reached for her daddy and nearly jumped off the nurse's lap. Sam and Jess, for five while seconds, felt a rush of relief. But it quickly dissipated.

"Mr. and Mrs. Winchester?" the nurse asked.

"Yes." Jess answered. "Is she okay?"

"She was mostly scared." The nurse replied. "She's been asking for mommy and daddy the whole time."

"Mommy's here now, my sweet girl." Jess said, hugging a sniffing Mary close to her.

"Where's our other daughter?" Sam asked.

"She's being examined right now." The nurse said. "If you'll stay here, I'll go get the doctor."

"Thank you." Sam said sincerely. "For taking care of Mary too."

"My pleasure."

A doctor came around the corner. "Mr. and Mrs. Winchester?"

"Call me Sam. Where's our daughter?"

"I'm Dr. Cole. You can call me Alex. I have Kayla down the hall in an exam room."

"Is she hurt?" Jess asked.

"Physically she seems okay. She has a concussion, but it doesn't seem serious."

"Seem serious?" Jess asked. "I thought you said you examined her."

"I did as much as I could. Kayla seems to be in a deep shock. She hasn't said anything since she got to the hospital. I was actually hoping one of you would go and talk to her."

"Of course we will." Jess said.

"I should warn you both. I'd advise you to talk to Kayla, but don't force it. She's very fragile right now, and forcing her to talk might shut her down even more."

"We understand." Jess said. "Please just take us to her."

"Of course. Follow me."

Kayla was sitting on the hospital bed, arms hugging her knees, staring out the window. She had been changed into a hospital gown, the dress she'd been so proud of nowhere around. Sam heard Dr. Cole tell the detectives they would have to come back later. Kayla either didn't hear or didn't acknowledge her family coming in. Jess approached the bed first, grabbing Layla in a tight hug that Kayla didn't return. Sam lightly touched her shoulder, and Kayla stared at him with only the slightest bit of recognition.

"Are you alright?"

No response.

"Doctor, where's my mother?" Jess asked.

"I'm afraid I don't know. She was wheeled into surgery when she got here. If one of you would like to come with me, I'll see if I can get an update."

"I'll go." Sam said. "You stay here with the girls."

Jess nodded, and Sam left with the doctor. The surgical waiting room was one floor up, but the journey felt like miles. When they arrived, Dr. Cole recognized a doctor coming out.

"Darrell. This is Sam Winchester. He's Leslie Moore's son in law. He's here for an update."

The surgeon went pale and turned to Sam. I'm sorry, Mr. Winchester. Your mother in law died a few minutes ago."