A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long... been having family problems. But you guys have been so good to me anyway, and reviewed. I've never had this many before, just for three chapters. Really, and truly, thank you.
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Sam returned to find the young woman, Max, staring intently at his brother, as if fascinated. Frankly, it disturbed Sam a little, and he cleared his throat, and stepped up next to her.
She glanced up. "Thanks."
Sam nodded. "Yeah… uh listen, are you, um, calling the hospital?"
She paused while dialing, "Why?"
"Well, it's hard to explain right now. But I can't take Dean to a hospital…" unless I have a cover story all planned out, complete with fake I.D., or risk getting caught. Especially in Seattle…
Max nodded, seeming to take it in with remarkable ease. "Okay. I'm going to call a friend of mine, and he has a friend who's a doctor. A really good one, but he'll keep his mouth shut."
She pressed a button, and waited for a beat, seemingly unimpeded by the line in her arm that was sending life-giving blood to Dean.
"Hey Logan. I need you to call Dr. Carr for me, and get over to 25th Second Avenue… yeah, a guy got hurt 'cause I was being an idiot and not paying attention."
There was a pause, then Max said. "No-no hospital. You'll see why when you guys get here… but you gotta jet." she replied cryptically, and hung up the phone.
She turned to Sam. "My friend will be here about fifteen minutes… no more than that."
Sam nodded; still trying to take this all in.
To his surprise, Max laughed. "You look as confused as I feel."
"Well… yeah. You were claiming that my brother was a friend of yours named Alec. Was it just a really close resemblance?" Sam asked, although he knew what the answer was going to be.
She shook her head. "No. They look like identical twins…"
A mental shudder took hold of Sam, as he flashed back to St. Louis, to the shapeshifter.
Silence reigned between them.
He swallowed hard against nausea; and focused his attention back on his brother and Max.
The latter's complexion had started to pale; and Sam wondered exactly how much blood the young woman had given his brother.
He gently touched her shoulder. "Uh…Max? Are you okay? Maybe you should stop."
She gazed up at him with eyes that were incredibly dark and huge in a rapidly paling face. "No. I'm fine."
"But-"
They were interrupted by the sound of screeching brakes, and Sam's head automatically jerked up in alarm.
He was halted by Max's hand on his arm. "It's fine. It's just Logan, my friend, and his doctor."
Sam looked up to see a slender man with glasses, and spiky brown hair climb out of the driver's side. Followed closely by a short, small man from the passenger side, a man whose black hair was mostly gone.
When they got close enough; he could see the warmth on the doctor's face… what had Max said his name was? Oh yeah, Dr. Carr.
The man's eyes were warm and friendly, yet sad as if he had seen far too much tragedy in his years of being a doctor.
The other guy, Max's friend, Logan, also appeared friendly, but there was tense, concerned expression in his eyes… focused on Max.
He loves her… he was worried about her.
The revelation brought back bittersweet memories of Jessica, of her face…
Of the last time he saw her.
Burning and bleeding on the ceiling.
He pushed the thoughts out of his head. Jess was dead, all he could do was kill the demon that did it. But Dean was alive but he was hurt, bad, and he needed Sam's help.
He noticed that Max was starting up at him.
"What," he asked worriedly. "Is he worse?"
"No. I was just wondering about you. Are you okay? You looked a little… odd."
Sam shook his head. "I'm fine."
"My god, what happened here?" a new voice asked. The doctor's.
"Do you want the long version, or the short story, Sam," Max asked. "Wait, maybe I better just stick to calling you Dr. Carr, as we have two Sam's here. It could get confusing."
Dr. Carr looked at Sam, who nodded, then he turned back Max. "The short version, please, so we can get working on my patient… and get that line out of you. Why do you insist on giving blood like this, is it fetish or something?" he asked with a small smile.
Max, seeing Sam's confusion, held up a hand. "I'll explain later. Anyway, Dr. Carr," the way she pronounced his name letting him know he was in trouble for ribbing her. "I was being a moron; not paying attention to where I was riding, and rode out in front Sam and his older brother, Dean. Dean here, who was kind enough not to run me over, even though it meant running into this nice pole."
Logan had been peering into the car. "I thought you said it was a guy named Dean?"
"It is."
"This is Alec, Max."
"Nope."
"Max…"
"Look at him closely Logan. He a little older than Alec and me. Not by much, but a little. And he's got a scar on his forehead…"
Logan did so, and while he did, Max watched as his blue eyes widened. "My god… you're right."
"Told ya."
"People," Dr. Carr interrupted, "I need to examine my patient. Max, I think you've given him enough blood… take out the line."
"He'd lost a lot."
"Well, we need to take it out anyway, to move him."
Max complied, and stood, her movements slow and sluggish.
"Damn it, Max, how much did you give him?" Logan asked worriedly, his eyes on her.
She nodded her head towards Dean. "Obviously not enough. Look at him."
Dr. Carr looked over at Logan. "You can discuss it later. Right now, get over here, and help me move him. And to forestall any arguments, no neither of you can help." he said, correctly reading the expressions on both Max's and Sam's faces.
So they both fell silent as Dr. Carr and Logan struggled to extricate Dean from the car without further aggravating his injuries.
It was a tedious process, but it was finally done within six minutes, and they carefully stretched him out on the pavement.
Sam immediately scrambled over to his brother's side, and placed his hand on his brother's cheek. "Dean? Dean, come on, you jerk, answer me. It's Sammy. Come on, I need you."
Apparently, the blood he had received from Max had helped, because Dean's eyelids fluttered slightly.
"Dean?"
"Hmm? S-Sammy?" Dean croaked. "Y-yyou alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine Dean. You're the one who got hurt."
"That's… surprising." Dean spoke slowly, as if speaking each word cost him a great effort. His eyes began to close again.
"Hey now, Dean," Dr. Carr was kneeling by Dean's head, oblivious to the filthy pavement dirtying his pants. "Dean, I need to stay awake for me. You've suffered what looks like a pretty nasty head injury, and due to a… gash on your leg, you've lost a lot of blood. So I need you to stay awake."
Dean complied, and struggled to keep his suddenly extremely heavy eyelids open. "Yeah, okay… who are you, by the way?"
"I'm Dr. Sam Carr."
Dean gave a slight nod, slowly processing the information in his groggy, throbbing head. "'Kay… but how did you get here?"
"Max called us in."
"Who's… us? And who's Max?"
The stunning familiar female face came into the edge of admittedly blurry vision. "Max would be me, the idiot that caused you get in this accident. I called my friend, Logan, after your brother Sam told me that going to a hospital wasn't an option."
Dean tried to give his brother a look, but his body wasn't cooperating. In fact, his eyes were threatening to close again.
"Dean! Listen to what Dr. Carr said, you gotta stay awake. You know the drill with head injuries." Sam grasped his hand tightly.
"Yeah, yeah, college-boy. Would you stop yelling please, it's making my head hurt worse." Dean grumbled.
He felt pain in his leg, as Dr. Carr obviously began to work on it. He bit his lip hard, drawing blood as to restrain a scream of agony.
After about twenty minutes, Dr. Carr finally spoke up. "Okay, I think I've got you stabilized enough to move you."
"Move me to where?" Dean asked weakly.
"To Logan's. I can take care of you better there."
Fighting the increasing sleepiness, he asked drowsily. "Not to be rude or anything, but who the hell is Logan?"
The young woman, Max, also kneeled beside him. "His name is Logan Cale. He's a… good friend of mine. He called Dr. Carr, who is a friend of his, and his personal doctor."
"Oh. Okay," Dean blinked. "And Sammy isn't lying? Is he really okay?"
Max smiled faintly. "Oh, he got a bump on the head, but he's looking a lot better than you."
"Doubt…it. Chicks dig this face no matter how…" he trailed off, unable to finish, as what little strength he had was fading away.
Then, despite the frantic calls to stay awake, his eyes slipped shut.
Immediately, panic ensued as Dean lost consciousness.
"Logan, we need to lift him to your car, now!" Dr. Carr snapped.
Quickly, the two of them knelt and gently, and carefully lifted the wounded man up into the air and as fast as they dared.
When they reached Logan's Aztec, and painstakingly stretched Dean out in the backseat; ever watchful of the damaged leg.
Sam squeezed in carefully next to Dean; while Logan, Max, and Dr. Carr piled in the front seat.
Then Logan hit the gas.
(TBC... Sorry it was supposed to be longer, but wouldn't let me upload it growls)
