Here is the next Chapter, I hope it doesn't suck too badly. I won't post for a while though because I have camp.
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yeah that was kind of the story line I was going with, thank you for reviewing, hope I can write it good for you.
Chapter 2: What's It gonna Take?
Dean held Sammy in his lap, Sam's face pushed into Dean's jacket, since Dean had decided it would be the easiest way to keep Sam from moving any as Jon drove. An awkward silence filled the car, the pick-up that Jon was "Barowing" while Bobby worked on the Impala, and Dean stared out the window, that is until Sam whimpered about something and wiggled around. Dean held Sam by his armpits and pushed him further away from himself so that he could see Sam's face, his eyes were still closed, "Hey bud, what's going on in that big ol' brain of yours, huh?" Dean smoothed Sam's hair back off his face, he noticed a tear sliding down Sam's face, he wiped it off, messed with his hair a bit, and set him back where he was earlier. He rubbed his back in circles, hoping it would help him with whatever it was that was bothering him.
"What's he whining about?" Jon asked disapproving of Sam crying, " I don't know, maybe because his arm is split open, maybe because he just fell down a flight of stairs, or maybe because you scared the living hell out of him. Gosh Jon, sometimes you are so dumb!" Dean didn't mean to explode like that, and as soon as he did he realized that the repercussions would be bigger than either of them could handle right now, but it was getting to be ridiculous now. Jon swerved over to the side of the road, nearly running into the nearby trees. Looking over at Dean he said, "Boy you had better learn some respect, or I swear... You are never to call me Jon, I am Dad or Sir to you! Get your ass in like! As for Sam, the kid needed some straightening out anyway." Jon gave Dean an open hand Slap across the face, Jon's hand was so big that the mark nearly covered his whole face.
"Okay? you listening?" Dean glared at Jon, "Yes sir." putting emphasis on Sir to say he wasn't going to call him Dad. Jon started back on the road toward the hospital, wasn't focusing on the road as much as he should have been on the road, he was now pissed not only at Sam, but also at Dean. He had been missing alot in the pass few hours but this may have been the worst thing he could have missed. A women was driving her kid home from a swim meet, she was going around the corner and didn't see the car until it's headlights were blinding her. "Dad! Look out, you're going to-" Jon heard as he saw the car coming.
The things that happened next went by without thought; Dean pressed Sam in tighter to his chest and held on to the back of his neck, the lady looked back toward her son in his car seat, leaving her neck open and exposed, the cars slammed into each other as they heard the sounds of colliding metal, glass flew into the lady's neck, the kid stayed in the backseat, safe, the air bag in the truck opened up and smashed Sam further into Dean, Dean's head flew back against the seat, he was out cold, Jon's air bag deployed sending his head back, the hit was not enough to knock him out though.
A passing car had an older man in it coming home from the hospital about 2 miles away, he pulled over when he saw the two cars crashed. He went over to check on the passengers of the first car, a van; he found a women that had a piece of glass in her throat, he checked her pulse, she was gone, he looked further in the car and saw a boy sitting in the back seat crying, he looked to be about 7 years old. "Come on out son." The boy unbuckled himself and stepped out of the car, the older man lead him over to his car and opened the back door for him, "Sit here while I check on the other car, okay?" The man started toward the other car, a pick-up but the boy tapped his hand, "Is my momma okay?" The boy asked with innocent eyes, the man just continued to the other car.
The man looked into the car and saw three people, one was a middle aged man, "Hey Mr., You need a ride to the hospital?" Jon looked up at the man, confused for a minute, "Oh, yeah. Here, my boys they're-" Jon looked at Sam and Dean, both out, Sam had pieces of glass in through his shirt, Dean was just out from hitting his head on the seat. Jon opened his door and walked over to the other side, he pulled Sam out, he hadn't really held Sam in a while so just then he realized how small and fragile Sam felt in his arms. Jon held Sam with one arm and used the other hand to shake Dean's shoulder, his eyes popped open.
"Yes sir?... oh, Sammy." Dean hopped out of the car and grabbed Sammy, "What the..." Dean said as he survived the area, then he remembered everything as the older man started walking back to his car, Dean and Jon followed him back to his car. Jon got in the front seat and Dean brought Sam and himself into the backseat, next to a kid. The kid looked over at Dean and Sam, then he looked around franticly, "Where is my momma? Why isn't she here?" He tried to get out the door, but Dean pushed the kid back toward the other seat beside him, "You need to sit there, you'll see you mom sometime, okay? Just sit still for me." Dean watched the boy calm slightly when he told him that. He really didn't like lying to little kids but he had practiced it enough to be great at it with Sam.
"De- 'ean, humph- Dean?" Sam asked quietly as Dean pulled Sam back into his shirt saying, "Shh, It's okay bub, you're going to be alright, it's going to be okay." He said all this glaring in the mirror at Jon who was glaring back, What's it going to take?
