The new John

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Ashley was waiting in front of the convenience store as Dean pulled up with blood dripping into her eyes. She wasn't sure it was them until she saw a tall man jump out of a car and start running to her. The sounds around her were slowly starting to become more clear, and that is when she heard Sam screaming her name-it took all her strength to stay conscious for as long as possible.

"What happened?" Sam gasped at the amount of blood leaking from his sister.

"The frat house" she started talking around the pain coming from her ribs "was fun, drank a ton but then some demons smoked in and possessed everyone. I got the crap kicked out of me before I said the exorcism" she finished as Dean finally ran up to them. Her vision became blurred and her hearing was starting to fade when she heard someone who sounded an awful lot like her Dad start questioning her.

"The hell happened?" Dean barked at Sam like it was his fault Ashley was hurt and now blacked out. "Let's just get her in the car" Sam said, shrugging Ashley forward so he could get a grasp on her. Lifting her without an issue he placed her in the back of the Impala and shut the shinny black door.

"What's your problem?" Sam yelled at Dean, "she's passed out and you get all 'Daddy' on her?"

"What do you mean my problem?" Dean barked. "She's hurt and I'm worried".

"You have a funny way of showing it" Sam said as he got into the car. "You clean her up, I'll ward the place when we get back" he said calming down so as not to agitate Ashley in the back.

Sam was right; Dean always turned into John Winchester when his little siblings were hurt on his watch. His mind was racing as he hauled ass back to the sleazy motel room they were calling home. All he could think about as he drove was everything was his fault and he had to make sure he could fix it all.

Sam proofed the room while Dean had Ashley leaning against his legs as he picked the glass out of the gash on her head. He was worried that she had a major concussion being as all he tried didn't work in waking her up. Dean's prayers were answered when the alcohol's sting roused her finally. "Whoa now Killer" Dean said wrapping his arms around her to keep her from falling forward. "Did you at least have a fun night?" he asked as she leaned back onto his knees.

"Yeah, new position" she whispered, trying not to move too much.

Sam saw the look on Dean's face and knew his stomach for once, couldn't handle what was put in his lap. "Dean, go get more sterilizer" Sam said, switching places with his brother.

"Yeah, okay" Dean said half-heartedly standing up; he knew they were stocked but he needed to get out and clear his head before he puked all over his sister.

Ashley had gotten worried when Dean ran out of the room looking green. "Sammy" she sobbed "how bad is it?" she had started to cry and the shaking was hurting her more than the initial beating.

"It's not, I swear" Sam answered doing a once over. "Just some bruised ribs and a dislocated shoulder. Ready to pop it back in?"

"Yeah" she said feeling weaker than she ever had been before.

"Alright on 3. 1, 2-" *crunch*. The scream that came from his sister was heart wrenching. Ashley didn't even have the energy to hold onto consciousness any longer, she once again blacked out and her neck rolled to one side mouth still holding the shape of the scream that did this to her. Sam moved her ever so slightly so he could stretch his legs and put her head on his thigh, just to make sure she did not have a concussion after all.

By the time Ashley came too again, Sam had fallen asleep sitting up against the headboard. Her head was sitting on his thigh and his hand twitching with sleep on her head. His laptop was sitting on his other side with some law website on the screen. One nudge and Sam was fully awake, regretting he had fallen asleep.

"Where's Dean?" she croaked around her cracked lips and dry mouth.

"Out drinking. Didn't bother coming back, just called" he said trying to fully wake up his brain and form complete sentences.

"Oh, right" she said feeling abandoned by her eldest brother again. At least she still had Sam she thought to herself. The tears had started to fall again and Sam knew because he body had started to shake ever so slightly next to him.

"Hey, you can't go doing that again until we wrap your ribs" Sam soothed as he reached down on the side of the bed and grabbed an ace bandage. "You ready?" he asked gently.

"Yeah, just help me sit up" she sniffled. When Sam had finished wrapping her torso, he laid her head back on his thigh as tears continued to seap out of her hazel eyes and fell on Sam's worn jeans.

AN: Poor Ashley :( Tell me what you thought!