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Chapter 10
John finished the protection spell. The symbols were traced and the words were chanted. All he had to do was to make sure that none of the emergency crew trampled on the
symbols. It gave him a purpose. He stood awkwardly guarding the symbols below his feet. He was not sure how he felt about trusting his sons fate to strangers and a bunch of
symbols. Sam was his kid and his responsibilty. He had spent his life watching from afar as he had his various complaints dealt with by his brother. Now he was forced to lay his
well being in someones elses hands again. He felt useless. He felt like a failure. He bit backhis natural instinct to bark ordersto the working people in front of him. He could do
nothing but wait. He could not shout orders in case it distracted them. He did not dare threaten them for that same reason. He settled for pacing. Sammy He growled inhis head You
better not think of dying son. I swear I will not stop until you and Dean are safe again. Even if that means dragging you back to me by the scruff of the neck and the
tips of your godamn angel wings.
The four men finished their work. Sam still lay on the ground under the metal. Now, however there was a clean slice through it. It seperated the cool metal into two easily liftable
pieces. According to the parademic, the next stage would be executed quickly. The metal would be lifted off. Sam would be transferred to the waiting stretcher and hooked up to
the necessary machines. It sounded simpler than it was to be. The wait between part two and three, John knew, would determine wether his son lived or died. John felt a knot
tighten in his stomach. He clenched his fists. His eyes were locked onto his sons face, which was partly covered by the oxygen bag. Come on Sammy... Not like this...Do not
make me watch this Sammy... please...please.
"-relieves pain…dumbass". Deans voice was sarcastic. John wondered for a split second if he imagined it. He looked around. When the men had finished there work, a sudden
calm had surrounded the circle they had formed. Deans voice rang clearly around them. It took him a second to figure out were it was coming from. (The inquistive looks from the
guy holding the radio was a massive clue.) He reached the man in three steps.
In less than a second the radio was in his hand. He stepped backward to counter the indignant man he had stolen from. He held the radio up to his mouth. He intended to radio and
ask what he had said. John was fearful he had missed some of Deans message under the noise of the machines. His voice died in his throat when he heard another voice. It was
female and hostile. John did not like it. He held his tongue and listened. Where had this woman come from? He held his tongue and listened. He was reluctant to leave Sammy at a
crucial time.
"It is a shame Dean. We could have been great friends"
John was on his feet and running by this point. Paramedics do not talk like that. I will be back Sammy. Do not worry. Clutching the radio to his ear, he ran as he listened. Each
word said spurred John further. His son was in trouble. I am coming Dean.
John assumed the worst. If he had heard the womans words, it made sense that everyone else had too.What must have sounded like an attempted murder, would have gathered a
lot of attention. John placed his sliver hope in this logic. He had no idea where he was running. He bounded over the wreckage, jumping over a small fire, towards the group of
people he could see in the distance.
"What is going on?" He wheezed as he reached the group. It was four middle aged men. They looked agitated. They looked cold. They looked scared. John did not miss the
anxious looks they kept casting behind them.
"Womans gone nuts. Police are on their way."
"Is it the woman from the radio?"
"Yeah." Answered the man in the middle. "Happened about ten minutes ago. Nothing we can do but wait."
"It is weird though." chimed in guy number three, "She seemed so nice. She talked away to the poor guy, trying to help him. Now-"
John nodded. His head was swimming. Morons. He clutched his journal in his right hand. He breezed past the three men in a second. One, the youngest, reached to try to stop him. He would never be a match for any Winchester. He would not stand a chance against this father, trying to save his son.
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Sara hummed. It was an odd sound. It drifted around the small enclosure. Dean was stretched out in front of her. His chest was moving slowly. His breathing was getting harder.
Sara could hear the oldest Winchester son fight for his breath. She reached behind, never taking her eyes off Dean. The sight of him, helpless, was oddly hypnotising to her. Her
hand landed on bare ground. She felt around,patting the ground slowly.
Finally, she looked around. She took her eyes of Dean. A sharp pain exploded in her cheek. She was thrown off her feet and onto her side.
"I am pretty sure this is what you were looking for." John held up the medicine bag.