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Then: "John the ambulance is almost here." Caleb yelled as the three men worked together to wrench open the door and pull the youngest out. Caleb helped him out of the car next and Dean dropped down next to Sam. John felt for a pulse and sighed when he found one. "It's weak but it's there." He said. Dean heard the sirens coming closer and closer and hoped they weren't too late.

Now: Dean didn't understand much of what happened next. There was a flurry of commotion as EMT's ran to his brother from the ambulance. He heard people say things like "a possible pulmonary contusion" and "blocked airway". A female emergency responder stepped up close to look at him, effectively blocking his view of Sammy. Sam was his responsibility and now he couldn't even see him.

"Dean?" The woman asked and in the distance he heard her talking faintly about 'shock' to Caleb. Caleb was still sitting beside him, trying to help the woman look him over. He didn't want their attention. He wanted Sam to be alright and wanted to be there for him. He needed to get to his brother. Nothing was getting in his way as he feebly pushed the woman away. He gasped when he laid eyes on his bother. They were loading him onto a stretcher and boarding him into the ambulance. Tubes and wires clung to his chest. The tube down his throat, Dean assumed was to help Sam breathe. Dean watched as John climbed into the ambulance after they loaded Sam. John looked back at Dean and winked before they shut the doors.

Dean knew what that meant. Knew the look. John used to give Dean that look after a hunt when Dean needed some space from Sammy. John had given him that wink a lot when he'd been hurt and Dean tried to keep Sam off his father, but John wouldn't mind and would let Sam crawl all over him. Dean sighed as he knew his father would protect Sam while Dean got patched up. The world faded to blackness as he let himself drift away.

****SPN****

John watched as they carefully moved Sam onto the stretcher and asked if he was coming. As if he'd leave his son alone when he was possibly dying. He glanced back and saw a panicked look on Dean's face. John winked at him as they shut the doors, hoping Dean would understand that Sam was on his watch now.

"Sir, does he have any allergies or take any sort of medications?" The EMT guy asked as he check Sam's labored breathing through the tube.

"No to both." John answered quickly.

"Were you there when the accident happened?" He asked.

"No." John said quieter, feeling guilt sweep over him.

"He's stable for now. We think there is a possible pulmonary contusion which is causing him to cough up blood. The doctors at the hospital will give him an x-ray to check his ribs for any fractures or breaks. My name is Jim if you have any questions before we arrive." Jim said. He watched John as he took in the information. John only nodded and focused on Sam, putting a hand softly on his shoulder. Jim wondered how John was keeping himself together so well when most people were hysterical by this point. They rode in silence for a few more minutes listening to the sirens wail above them. The ambulance swung around a tight corner and Jim grabbed Sam's stretcher to keep him from sliding too much.

"What about my other son Dean?" John asked breaking the silence.

"We called in a second ambulance upon arriving on the scene." Jim answered quickly. "My partner Emma agreed it would be best if she waited with Dean for them to arrive. The second ambulance should be headed our way now. Don't worry. I know that team well and they are really good at their job. "

"Thank you." John said obviously still worried about his son.

"We should be there any minute." Jim said checking over Sam one last time before they arrived. Making sure he was ready to be moved and transferred into the hospital. The vehicle came to a stop and the door swung open. Medical doctors stood close by as they waited for their patient to be unloaded. John quickly jumped out and moved off to the side so he wouldn't block the doctors. Once they set Sam on solid ground, a machine in the truck started beeping wildly.

"He's coding! We're losing him!" Someone yelled. John tried to get to his son, but Jim grabbed him as they carted Sam off.

"They've got him John. Let them do their job." Jim said trying to comfort the father. He could see a struggle within him and sighed when John relented.

"What happened?" John demanded looking at Jim.

"I'm unsure. He might have suffered from internal bleeding from the wreck or a number of other factors. The doctors will know more when they can give him a few tests." Jim said walking John inside and into the waiting room. "A nurse will be with you shortly okay?"

"Okay." John said absentmindedly.

"I'm going to wait for your other son Dean before I head off. I will make sure they are in the same recovery room and well taken care of." Jim said.

"I owe you." John said finally giving his full attention to Jim.

"Don't worry about it." Jim reassured him and walked back to the emergency dock. John sat in a chair and waited from the doctors and nurses to hear about his son.

*****SPN*****

Dean awoke to a steady, high pitched beeping. He breathed in the scent of disinfectant and stale air. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times trying to clear his vision. He reached his hand up to wipe his face when he realized he was restrained. He bolted up and immediately tried yanking away from the leather restraints.

"Easy Dean, easy." A familiar voice said beside him. Dean looked over and saw his father's grim face

"Dad? What happened? What's going on?" Dean asked. He noticed the tired look his father gave him, and the purple under his eyes.

"You were in a car accident. You and Sam crashed into a tree. You woke up about an hour ago and they had to restrain you. You put up a hell of a fight to see Sam." John said with a sly grin.

It all began flooding back to him. The crash, Sam coughing up blood, getting him out of the car. "Where is he? Is he okay?"

"He's in the ICU right now. They said he was coughing up blood because of the pulmonary contusion that was caused by the trauma to his chest when he went through the window. He also has a concussion but won't really be able to tell how bad it is until he wakes up. The doctor said he's also worried about pneumonia but is hopeful the antibiotics will keep that from happening." John explained. Bobby and Caleb knocked on the open door and walked in.

"How you doing son?" Bobby asked.

"I'm okay. When can I see Sammy?" Dean asked. Bobby unlocked the restraints as Dean was more relaxed now and didn't look like he was going to bolt.

"They have a twenty-four to forty-eight hour watch on him but after that they will try to get him moved down here." Caleb spoke up as he sat in a chair by the bed.

"What do we do until then?" Dean asked wanting to go check on Sammy. He decided against making a run for it as he eyed the restraints. John sighed sadly and took a sip of coffee.

"We wait."