Chapter 6

Sam and Dean walked into the cemetery at midnight, carrying their shovels, salt, and gas. They found the grave easily enough and started to dig. When they reached the coffin, it was relatively new, so Dean couldn't just smash it open with his shovel. He pried it open and just as he did Sam suddenly yelled his name as he went flying into a tree.

"Sam!" Dean responded, pulling himself out of the grave. He saw the spirit leaning over Sam, getting ready to attack him again. Dean fired the rock salt at it, making it disappear.

Dean rushed towards Sam, but Sam said, "I'm fine! Burn it!"

Dean forced himself back to the grave and soaked the bones in gas. The spirit appeared again and threw Dean, but he shot at it and it disappeared again. Dean ran back to the body and salted the bones, then he lit up a match and threw it into the coffin.

Dean didn't even wait to see the bones go up in flames. He ran to his brother who was lying completely still, looking much too pale with a small trickle of blood coming out of the corner of his mouth.

Dean shook Sam's shoulder and shouted, "Sam! Sammy!"

Sam groaned and slowly opened his eyes. "Did we get it?" he asked.

Dean smiled a little, "Well, I got it. A certain drama queen was too busy to help me."

Dean quickly checked Sam's pupils, then felt the back of Sam's head. There was a large bump, but no blood. Sam groaned again and Dean asked, "Where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere. Mostly my chest."

Dean said, "Come on, Sam. You need to stand up."

Sam mumbled something Dean couldn't make out, but he started to stand up, with a lot of help from Dean. He leaned heavily against Dean as they slowly made their way to the car. By the time they reached the Impala, Dean's arms were exhausted and he was swearing about his brother's size under his breath. He pulled the door open and managed to get Sam into the passenger seat. Then he ran around to the other side, got behind the wheel, and tore out of the parking lot as fast as they could.

Fortunately, Dean knew where the hospital was. They had passed it a couple of times on the hunt. He drove up to the emergency entrance and ran inside. He announced, "I need some help!"

A nurse approached Dean and asked, "What's the problem, sir?"

"My brother, he's in the car. He's hurt pretty badly."

The nurse got a couple of EMTs and they went out to the Impala. Sam hadn't opened his eyes and he didn't make a sound as they managed to get him onto a gurney. Then they rushed him inside. Dean followed them into the emergency room. Dean wasn't sure exactly what was going on around him. He heard someone say that Sam's blood pressure was dangerously low. He heard the words 'internal bleeding' and shortly after that they operated on Sam. Hours passed, but finally a doctor came out and approached Dean.

"Mr. Sheppard?"

Dean responded as he realized that was the name he had written on the forms. The doctor held out his hand and said, "I'm Dr. Youngstom."

"How's Sam?" Dean asked, shaking the man's hand.

"It's a good thing you brought him in when you did. He had a minor concussion, but it's nothing to worry about. The internal bleeding is another story. One of his ribs broke and pierced his splenic artery. We had to operate to stop the bleeding and he needed a transfusion."

"But he's going to be alright?"

"Assuming nothing goes wrong with the transfusion, yes."

They wheeled Sam out of surgery then and Dean looked at the doctor questioningly. The doctor motioned that Dean could follow his brother. They went down a long hall of rooms and then entered one on the left side of the hall. Dean saw Sam lying on the hospital bed with an IV pumping blood into his body. A nurse was checking Sam's vitals and writing them down on a chart.

"Why is he unconscious?" Dean asked.

"Just the anesthetic from surgery. He should be waking up soon."

The nurse and doctor left the room and Dean took up a position sitting by Sam.

Dean was having trouble keeping his eyes open, so he went out to get a cup of coffee. When he did he passed by the front desk. The nurse approached him and said, "I need you to fill these out, sir."

Dean took the clipboard and filled out the forms. It didn't take any concentration; he had done it so many times before. When he handed the clipboard in, the woman said, "Sir, how are you going to be paying?"

Dean opened his wallet and pulled out a credit card, not even glancing at the name, he just wanted to get back to Sam. The nurse handed him the receipt and he scribbled something that passed as a signature, but no one could have possibly read it. Then he headed back to Sam's room.

A few minutes later Sam's eyes cracked open. "Dean?"

"Right here, Sammy."

"What happened?"

Dean explained and Sam asked, "But we got her, right?"

"Yeah."

Now that Sam was alright, Dean went out to the parking lot to move the Impala. Then he passed the hours drinking coffee and hitting on the nurse who came in every fifteen minutes to check on Sam. Two hours later Sam was halfway through the transfusion and Dean needed a refill on his coffee. He left the room to go to the cafeteria. He rounded a corner and froze as he saw who was at the front desk. "Crap," he muttered, then ran back to Sam's room.

"We've got to go, Sam."

Sam looked confused. "What do you mean? We can't leave now, the transfusion's not done."

"Hendrickson's out front with a dozen other cops. He's looking for us."

A/N: Special thank you to my amazing sister for making sure the hospital scenes were accurate.