"Where did it go?"
"I don't know De-"
"Sammy?"
Dean turned around. His brother was no where in sight. He couldn't let this poltergeist hurt Sam, but he didn't know where Sam or the poltergeist was at.
Suddenly he heard a whisper, "Dean."
It was soft, but Dean heard it. It was Sammy. He knew it was.
"I swear if you touch one hair on him, I will kill you over again!" Dean yelled.
Then Dean heard Sam again, "Dean help me."
He couldn't take it any more. Dean started throwing chairs and furniture out of the way. Then he saw him. Sam was lying on the floor. There Sam was lying in a puddle of blood. He was lingering between consciousnesses and unconsciousness, between life and death.
"SAMMY"
Dean ran over to him. Sam was barely breathing. And with what seem to be superhuman strength picked up Sam and ran to the Impala.
Dean drove like a madman. He went 50, 60, 70, 80 MPH. Dean was going well over the 45MPH speed limit. Then all of a sudden he slammed on the breaks. They were at the hospital. Dean ran inside and screamed in a panicked, unfamiliar voice, "I need help. Please, my brother needs help."
Two doctors and a nurse ran towards him as he guided him towards the Impala. They looked at Sam now closer to death and unconscious. The doctor said in a concerned voice, "We need to get him to the emergency room, stat. He has a concussion possibly a skull fracture. And god only knows what other injuries." They put Sam on a gurney and ran towards the hospital's emergency room."
Dean tried to follow, but the nurse told him to wait patiently and fill out the forms for his brother and after that pray.
It was about three hours before a doctor even dared to go towards the fragile Dean. Who was so concerned for his brother forgot about their hunt, and the poltergeist that did this to his Sammy. But when they did talk to Sam it wasn't the best news it was the worst…
TO BE CONTINUED…