SEASON 2 STARTS RIGHT HERE

Pain is the first thing I was aware of, as my eyes slowly flickered open. Now I know what a bowling ball felt like when it goes speeding down a polished runway, only to collide with bowling pins at the other end. My head was throbbing, as I blinked again. The right side of my forehead also hurt, a sharp stinging sensation. There was a metallic tang swimming around inside my mouth. I instantly recognised it as blood. I blinked again. My vision was starting to clear. What happened? What's going on? Was my head in somebody's lap? What's that dripping on my face? I blinked again. Somebody was calling my name, as my fingers began to flex, brushing against something sharp. I blinked again. Then, I remembered.

"S-Sam?" I croaked, as I try to lift my aching head. "Sammy?"

I blinked again. Things were becoming clearer, yet the pain in my head remained. The semi-truck. Where did it come from? I saw it coming. I saw it. That's what I was envisioning all this time. It was the semi-truck. It's easy to figure it out now, after it happened. Typical.

"Chrissie?!" came Sam's voice, laced with desperation. "Chrissie? Are you hurt?"

I groaned loudly, as I blinked again.

"I'm a-alright" I replied. "I t-t-think. S-S-Sammy?"

Another grunt and groan, as I slowly shifted my body.

"I'm alright, Chrissie. Don't move," winced Sam. "Just stay still. Everything is gonna be alright."

Everything was still here, and everything was still working. I blinked again, as I turned my head and looked up. I blinked again. I then let out a pained gasp, as I lifted my arm.

"D-D-Dean?" I whimpered. "D-Dean?"

That's what was dripping on me. My gravely wounded brother's blood. The shaking hand reaching out for contact with my brother, was stained a dark crimson colour. Blood. Not mine. His. I blinked again. Tears then sprang into my eyes, and began to run down my cheeks.

"D-D-Dean!" I begged, my voice broken and raw. "Sammy, he's not w-waking up. M-Make him wake up."

My eldest brother remained motionless, soaked in his own blood. I blinked again. More tears. I slowly craned my head, to inspect the front seat passengers. Sam was slumped back in the driver's seat, breathing heavily. The door on the driver's side had vanished, as if it had been ripped off by a great force.

"Help is coming," assured Sam. "Just don't move. Everything is gonna be alright. Trust me. Help is coming, Chrissie. Just hang on. It's gonna be alright."

Dad was motionless too. I blinked again. More tears began to form and fall.

"D-D-Dad? D-D-Daddy?" I cried. "Is he alright, S-Sammy?"

Sam broke his own rules, by trying to move. He failed, and collapsed against the driver's seat once again.

"Help is coming," he muttered. "Everything is gonna be alright."

I blinked again. My leaking eyes returned to Dean. I saw all this coming. How could I not figure it out? I should've known. I got enough warnings, yet I ignored it all. I should've known. This is all my fault. If had figured the vision out sooner, then maybe this wouldn't have happened. What have I done?

"D-Dean!" I sobbed, my hands weakly gripping onto his blood stained shirt. "D-Dean!"

I blinked again.

"DEAN!"

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