Dean:
I push the angel blade – which I've stole from one of the angels – into the chest of one of the two angels that I'm fighting against. I feel blood splashing onto my face and when I pull the blade out of the chest of the angel he explodes into a blue light. I directly cut into the chest of the other angel and he explodes too.
When I look at Sam – who's pushed against the wall – I see a waterfall of blood streaming from under the angel that's holding him.
I limp up to the angel and push myself up with my good leg. I push the blade through the back of the angel and Sam looks up slowly.
His face is purplish and he's gasping for breath.
He collapse on the ground.
"Sam!"
I yell when I crawl up to him and lay my hand under his head.
"Sammy!"
Sam eyes turn away from my face and he slowly closes his eyes.
"No, Sam, don't close your eyes on me!"
I try to lift him off the ground and he opens his eyes a little. He coughs a few times and then he closes his eyes again.
I'm trying to get up, but pushing up my own weight and Sam's large body on one leg doesn't go so well. When I'm finally up I limp up to my car.
The wound in my leg doesn't help with Sam getting into the car.
When I've got Sam in the car I limp over to my side of the car. I take a seat behind the wheel. While I'm starting the car I'm grabbing a little towel off of the backseat. I push it onto Sam's bleeding stomach. I cross my legs so I can push the gas with my good leg. My other leg, I can't use.
I'm going like seventy-five miles per hour and still it takes me a good twenty minutes to reatch the closest hospital. I'm followed by two police cars, 'cause I'm driving way too fast.
I stop the car in the middle of the parking lot and I open the door.
I lift Sam out of the car and the police stops on the parking lot too. I limp into the hospital and yell for help.
"Help! It's my brother!"
A few assistants and a doctor run up to me. One of the assistants carries a bed with her.
I lay Sam down in the bed and the people run away with Sam. I limp after them, but they are way faster.
Police is waiting in the halls and I hear people yelling in the room where Sam is. I open the door of the room where they took him, but a woman runs up to me and says that I must wait outside.
"No! He's my brother, he needs me!"
The woman shakes her head.
"No, what your brother needs is you waiting outside the room so we can help him stay alive."
The lady grabs my arm and tries to get me outside. In anger I push her away from me. She falls on the ground and I walk inside.
People are screaming and Sam is throwing up.
An other lady looks at my leg and she's shocked.
"Come with me," she says and she seeks her way between all these screaming and yelling people.
"No, I don't need help!"
I yell while shaking my head.
The lady sighs and lays her hand on my back, helping me to get outside.
"Sir, your leg is a mess," she says, signing to my leg. When I look at it, it hurts more than when I don't think of it. "We should stitch that up." She looks at me and she smiles kindly. I nod and I limp after her to another room.
The lady opens the door of the room and a bed stands in the middle. She walks with me to the bed and lets me sit on it.
Blood is dripping from my leg and it hurts a lot.
The young assistant walks up to a metal desk.
She opens a drawer and I see some medical stuff.
She grabs a few things out of the closet and then closes it again.
The lady walks up to me and lies the stuff on a table next to the bed. She grabs a stool and takes a seat in front of me.
"All right, may I aks what happened to your leg?" she says while making a ponytail in her long, brown hair.
I can't tell her what really happened, she cannot know.
"I lend money from someone… and he needed it back, but I didn't have the money," I come up with.
"And that guy, he cut you for money… which you didn't have?" The lady looks confused.
"Yes."
I look to the business card – which is pinned on her uniform – and it says Molly Hill.
Molly rolls her eyes and sighs.
"Guys,"
she says while putting the thread through the sharp surgical needle.
"And that other guy is your…"
"Little brother," I complete her sentence.
Molly nods and she puts some disinfectant on a rag.
"Here hold this on the wound. This can sting a little, but we need to disinfect the wound," she says while she hands over the rag.
"And how did your brother get involved in this argument?"
I push the rag onto the wound and it stings a little, but not very much.
"Well... He… The guy wanted to stab me again, but Sam jumped in front of me," I say and while I hand the rag over to Molly again.
"It must be hard to see your brother like that," she says and I nod.
Molly takes the needle and thread off the table and looks at me with her amber eyes.
"This can hurt," she says and she waits with putting the needle in my leg for me to nod.
I nod and she pushes the needle through my skin and after that she pushes it to another piece of skin.
She does this a few times over and when she's ready she wraps the part of my leg that's hurt, in a bandage.
"That's all I can do for you," Molly says while she stands up and puts away the stuff. "Don't walk too much on your leg, try hobbling."
She walks back to the bed that I'm sitting on.
"I think we'll see each other again," she says while she helps me stand right up. "Or don't you think, mister…"
She makes a sign with her eyes which means that I maybe should say my name.
"…Dean and yes, I think we'll see each other around."
She smiles and helps me to the door of the room.
"You know? If you'd like to stay close to your brother, there's a motel just around the corner," Molly says.
"Thanks, I'll keep it in mind," I answer.
Molly laughs and then walks further with me.
She walks with me untill we come across a bench close to the room where Sam is.
I thank Molly for stitching up my leg and helping me to this bench.
After that she goes away, 'cause she also needs to help other people.