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These are Johns thoughts
Chapter 3
"Sammy."
John could see his head and torso. The rest of his body was covered by a particularly large piece of plane wreckage. It would have been far too heavy for him to lift. A fire
smouldered gently a few metres to his left. John could hear the voices of the rescuers calling to one another. Their voices sounded oddly far off to him. His attention was focused on
the still man in front of him. He was almost sure it was Sam. His head was slick with blood. His hair draped his face. John moved a few hairs gently, taking care not to move Sam in
case of injuries. It was him.
His face was grey. He was unconscious. John, reluctantly, placed two fingers on his sons neck. To him, Sam looked dead. The mere thought sent Johns heart hammering. Come
on. Come on. He searched for a pulse.
"You can not be dead." he whispered fearfully. He re positioned his fingers on the visible part of his sons neck.
"If you leave this house!..." John shouted. His youngest stood defiantly in front of him. A small duffel bag lay at his feet.
"This is not a house! It is a motel!" Sam shouted back. His eyes flickered to his older brother for assistance. Dean sat on the furthest of the two beds. His head was
bowed as he was clearly struggling to comprehend what Sam had announced.
John ran his fingers angrily through his hair, "If you are thinking of leaving this room, you are abandoning this family"
"Quit being so dramatic. I am going to school. That is all." Sam was sarcastic.
John narrowed his eyes. "Go then. Be normal. Do not bother to come back. You have decided that you do not need this family, then we do not need you."
Sams eyes filled with hurt. "Please.." he chocked after a few seconds. John tilted his chin defiantly. He looked to Dean. "Dean, please."
This had been a pattern in the Winchester way of life of late. Sam and dad would argue. Words would be said. Words which were hurtful and neither meant. Sam would
look to Dean. Dean would wade in and stop the fight. Tonight though, Dean ignored the whispered plea. His own heart was pounding. He could not bear to look in his
own brothers eyes.
John repositioned his fingers on Sams neck for the third time. Please. Please. I need to apologise to you Sammy. I need you to know how proud I am of you- of both of you.
See, you cant die. I need to tell you all this. His vision began to blur. He could feel the tears on his cheek. "No,no no."
John let out a loud holler a few seconds later. "HERE. HERE. OVER HERE. SOMEONES ALIVE. HE IS VERY HURT." John had finally felt the pulse. It was small and faint but
it was there. Thank you God.
John was rewarded for his shout by the sound of people running. He shouted again and waved a hand. It took them less than half a minute to reach him. The EMT's crowded
around Sam. John barely had time to kiss his sons hand before he was pushed out.
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"Do you know this man, Sir?"
John recognised the type of man that stood in front of him. Small and power hungry. God, he did not have the patience for this today.
"He is my cousins kid. I am looking for his brother too." The EMT frowned. John looked back towards Sam. He was still in the same position. There was an oxygen mask over his
face, helping him to breath. A fire crew was there also. It consisted of three men, all equally balding and old. John grimaced.
"Do you know where we can contact any immediate family?"
"Why?" John demanded, "Why would you need to know?"
"Sir please."
John cracked his knuckles. "Kids parents died when they were young. I am the legal guardian." John anticipated the next question by noting the sceptical look on the older mans
face.
"No I do not have any ID on me. I kind of forgot it when I got the call that a plane my nephews are on crashed. News like that can make a guy forget things, ya know? Johns voice
was forceful. It was also sincere. It appeared to be enough for the older man who nodded.
"How is my nephew?"
"His injuries are quite extensive. He sustained a serious blow to the head. This is not the most worrying factor though."
"What?" John asked, almost fearing what the man would say.
"Your nephew has been trapped by a heavy piece of metal. The fire crew can cut it off him. However we are pretty certain that once the pressure is lifted off your nephew he will
begin to bleed internally. We can not say for certain how extensive this bleeding will be, but there is an excellent chance that he may die before we can save him."
tbc