"Sam!" Dean's voice bellowed over the squeal of the tires, one hand gripping uselessly to the wheel while the other flew out protectively in front of Sam's chest. Sam grabbed hold of his arm, fingers digging deep into the material of his jacket and pressing into the warm flesh beneath. Hands grappling at a life line as the car spun nauseatingly and squealed its protest.

Dean yanked hard with his left arm to try and stop the cars turns but the wheel wouldn't give. They hit the side of a ditch and the Impala tipped precariously on its left wheels before crashing down on its roof. The metal bent inward and the sides concaved as the car rolled two more times before flopping on its roof as a resting place.

Smoke rose from the still running engine and flew upwards, a stark grey against the white winter air. The car's wheels still rotated slightly on their axis's since there was no road to stop them. The entire frame of the car was crumpled, crushed in from all sides. The window frames bent in protest at the heavy weight of the car's bottom and their glass was shattered, dispersed around and inside the car. Inside its two passengers hung upside down, awkwardly held in place by their seat belts.

"Dea…" The voice so soft it could barely be heard by its speaker. The arm that had been slung over his chest was now dangling limply on the ceiling, the wrist and elbow bent to allow the stretched arm to be in such a cramped space. Sam glanced sideways, trying to catch a look at Dean's face, but a sharp pain shot up his neck and stilled his movement. The blood pooling on the driver's side of the roof was the last thing Sam saw before he passed out.

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"Sir, sir can you hear me?" A calm feminine voice filtered into the car, startling Sam from his rest. The jolt that went up Sam's body at the noise caused him to whimper slightly, the voice to called out again. "Sir can you hear me?"

"Ye…a" His voice was choked and crackly but discernable.

"Can you tell me your name?" It was a nice voice; Sam kind of wanted to see the owner. Maybe she was pretty, than Dean would probably fl….Dean.

"Dean." Sam muttered softly, trying to pry his eyes open to look for his brother.

"Alright Dean we are going to…." The voice began, but Sam cut her off.

"No, no brother Dean." He murmured, doubling his efforts to pry his eyelids open. Finally a small sliver of light crept through a crack in his eyelids. It burned his retinas and made him aware of the headache thrumming in the back of his skull but he refused to lose his progress. "I Sam."

"Okay Sam we are going to try and get you out of this car. We are going to cut your seatbelt and pull you out, but you need to stay still so we can get you on a backboard. Do you understand?"

"Yes." With that a tan hand with long thin fingers came into his field of vision. She had a pair of scissors looped around her fingers. Then there were arms on him. At least two pair, pushing slightly on his mid-section and ready to catch his dropping body. He heard the snip of sliced fabric and then fell. The drop was slow and small thanks to the arms still wrapped around him, what was unpleasant was being pulled out of the window. They tried to be gentle but Sam couldn't help the whimpers that shot from back of his throat as they maneuvered his battered body. As soon as he was strapped down to the backboard and he had gotten his eyes fully open, Sam was looking around for his brother.

"I need a mask over here! Alright Sam we are going to move you into the ambulance now."

"Where is my brother?" The mask was uncomfortable and garbled his words but the paramedic seemed to understand him since she came into his line of vision.

He could see her face now, she was pretty. She had auburn hair that was cut in a straight line at her shoulders, it had a dent at ear level from her continuously tucking it behind her ear, and she had a petite smile. One that didn't involve too many teeth and was meant for others comfort, not her own. Sam liked it. "They are still trying to get him out of the car."

Sam could hear a saw start in the background and rolled his eyes as far back as they would go, trying to catch a glimpse of the scene. "Is he okay? Is he worse off than me?"

"We won't know for sure until we get him out of the car sweetie." The look Sam gave her must have been heart wrenching because her smile slipped and her eyes welled up a bit on the sides. She took a breath trying to clear her mind before deciding to continue, "We will get him out of that car and do everything we can. Now we need to get you to the hospital."

"Not without my brother."

The paramedic gave him a look before choosing her words carefully. "Is he your big brother?"

"Yes"

"Does he look after you? Protect you?"

"Yes"

"So let him. He would want you to get to the hospital, that way whenever he gets there you are all fixed up and ready to greet him." She waited for a reply but Sam remained indecisive, "If I promise that I will give you news as soon as he gets there, then can we take you to the hospital?"

"Will you let me see him?" Sam asked hopefully.

"As long as there are no medical reasons not too than…yes."

"Okay." The paramedic gave him one of her polite smiles and loaded him into the ambulance. "What's your name?"

"Angie."

"Angie, that's a pretty name. Dean would like you, you're pretty." A slight brush peeked at the edges of her tan cheeks before she busied herself with an I.V.

His eyelids were beginning to droop lower, but Sam didn't want to rest. Every time he closed his eyes all he saw was that look on Dean's face, the raw emotion which seeped from his pores. When he closed his eyes he saw Dean's, green irises wide and confused, wondering what they could have done to warrant Sam's words. "You didn't do anything."

"What did you say hon? Angie piped, twisting her knees in the narrow space of the ambulance.

"Nothing." 'I said I hated my brother.' Angie gave a sad nod like she could read his mind before taping the I.V. into his hand.

"Sam we are almost to the hospital I just need you to stay awake for me." She was already starting to fade around the edges, her colors being swallowed by the white of the walls and the brown of the cabinets. "Sam, stay with me, you have a concussion."

"Sorry…" Sam slurred. Then it all went dark….except for Dean's watery eyes staring back at him.