'Hunted' was an awesome episode! I am absolutely in love with the Sammy Angst! So I walk into my room right… And I see Sam and Dean having a yelling match about what their dad had said, and then I see Sammy steal a car… and I think 'I want to have a Sammy that steals cars…' and then I see him break into the house, trip the wire, and get blown up! I mean guts actually hit the screen and I freakin' screeched!

Anyway I loved the episode, but did you notice that Eva never actually gave Sam her number?? Anyway the ending was so sad, and Sammy looked heart broken…. Poor Sammy and Eva… And Eva's dead fiancé.

I loved the reviews that you all gave me! Made my b-day even better! Thank you so much!

Anyway onto the next chapter…

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John sat at Dean's side for hours, before he finally gave in to the urge to sleep. With both his son's hurt and his own pain to deal with, John was exhausted. So when the urge to sleep became to strong, the hunter let himself fall into it, being careful to make sure he slept lightly incase anything happened.

That's how Dean Winchester found his father hours later. Slumped over the side of the bed, with Dean's hand held lightly in his own. Dean pulled his other hand to his chest, massaging the sore wounds through the gown and bandaging. Being careful not to wake his father, Dean looked around the room; in search of anything to tell him what had happened after the demon had begun its torture.

Keenly feeling the absence of his younger brother, Dean struggled to remember what had happened. He could see flashes of Sam being thrown around, and he could hear the cries of his younger brother. Panic began to build in him, as the images in his mind played through, and Dean shook his father awake, needing to know what had happened to Sam.

"Dean? Wha'?" John asked, as he snapped awake, mentally kicking himself for not being aware when Dean had first woken up.

"Where's Sammy, Dad? What happened to him?" Looking into Dean's eyes, John could see the panic building, and the broken edge to Dean's voice, told John he needed to calm his oldest son, and he had to do it quickly before he hurt himself further.

"The Demon hurt Sam, Dean. He hurt Sammy real bad." John waited for his words to sink in and when he was sure his oldest was giving him his full attention, John continued, "When he threw Sam into the wall, and through the door, Sam sustained major internal bleeding, and a severe concussion. His shin was also broken so badly, a metal plate and pins had to be placed in the bone to fix the damage." John took a deep breath when he heard Dean stifle a choked sob.

"At the scene, Sam stopped breathing, and while they were able to get his heart started again, Sam's still not breathing on his own. Also with the concussion Sam sustained, and the major trauma to his body, Sammy slipped into a coma during his surgery." John finished and seeing the tears in Dean's eyes, John turned away, knowing his oldest son, wouldn't want him to see him crying.

"But he's gonna be okay, right?" Dean's voice was small, but John could hear it, and he could hear the despair it held.

"The doctors don't know right now, and they won't let anyone in to see him." John saw the hit his words had on his son, and he added; "But you know Sammy, he's stubborn as a mule, and you know he won't let some little old demon take him down." Dean nodded, and looked relieved, but John could see the shimmer of worry settled in the depths.

"Well… Since geekboy's out of commission, when can I get outta here?" Dean asked, trying hard and failing to hide his fear with sarcasm. If John noticed he didn't mention it.

"Well the doctors want to keep an eye on you for a little while to make sure you're really okay, but other than that, you should be sprung in a few days." Dean looked happy at the prospect that he wouldn't have to stay that long, but the lingering worry stayed in his eyes.

"When did they say we could see Sammy?" He asked, hope shining clear in his tone.

"Well, the doctor said that even the common cold could cause severe damage, to Sammy's already weakened immune system, so they won't let us see him until his system is a little stronger." Dean seemed to deflate at that, seeing the severity of his brother's injuries.

"Why don't you see if you can get some more sleep and I will go check on Sammy, see when we can get in to see him." John said, and stood starting to walk out the door. He looked back to see Dean nod, and could already see his oldest son's eyes drooping. Smirking John walked out the door.

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John walked into the ICU ward of the building, afraid and excited at the same time. Excited that he was going to see his son; even if was through glass; and dreading the news the doctor would give him about Sam's condition.

Walking over to the nurses desk, John prepared himself for the worst, while he hoped for the best. "Can I speak to Samuel Scott's doctor?" John asked the petite nurse standing behind the desk. Said nurse flashed him a smile, holding up a finger, indicating for him to wait a moment, and then pointing to the phone she was holding.

"Okay, well you have a great day!" The nurse said enthusiastically, and John mentally sighed, wondering why he always got the perky, way too damn happy ones. "I'm sorry sir, what can I do for you?" She asked, in that same fake perky voice, that made John want to tear out her vocal cords.

"Can I talk to my son's doctor?" John asked again, already annoyed with this girl he hadn't known for more than five minutes.

"Name?" She asked, hunkering down in front of the computer, putting a game face on, as she was about to go ten rounds with Ali.

"Samuel Scott." John answered, restraining himself from hurting her, it wouldn't do for him to be thrown out before he got the information he wanted.

"Yep, right here!" Her perky voice came again, and John found himself twitching, at her tone. "It says here that Dr. Cook has been working his case. She should be working down the hall right now, but I can page her if you would like to speak with her." She turned large eyes up at him, and John ground his teeth.

"Yes that would be nice, thank you." John ground out, giving her a fake smile of his own, to get her off his case.

"Right away sir!" John groaned, as her voice got even higher, and he turned around as she dialed the hospital switchboard. "Hi, can I have Dr. Cook paged for ICU please?" John heard her ask, and felt relieved that he wouldn't have to deal with her for much longer.

John walked away just as soon as she told him that the doctor would be with him as soon as she could. He walked to his youngest son's room, placing his hand on the glass just as he had before, trying to retain any connection to Sam he could. Sam didn't look any better than he had the last time John had gone to visit him, and worry sparked brighter in John.

He watched his son for a little while, half waiting for the doctor to show up and half just needing to be as close as possible to his youngest. Just as he heard the echoing footsteps coming down the hall, a shrill beep sounded throughout the ward as Sam coded.

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