A Burdened Family

Chapter 1

I opened my eyes- at least, I think I did. Everything was bright white. I blinked a few times, and the white faded into blurry shapes and colors. Damn concussion had to make everything harder.

"Sam?" I mumbled when I heard a shuffling in front of me. I couldn't move. Part of the door had broken off and had impaled my left arm and pinned it to the seat. If my arm hadn't taken the damage though, the large piece of shrapnel would have gone through Dean's skull.

"You're awake." Sam seemed relieved, but I couldn't tell. "Stay quiet. Something's coming."

"Sammy, I'm scared." My body was stuck in place. "Sam, are you okay?"

"Fine." Sam whispered. "Stay quiet, Lu. We'll be alright."

The door to the driver's seat was ripped off its hinges, and I pulled Dean's face into the crook of my neck. I had to use my left arm since a large piece of metal had pinned my arm to the seatback.

"Get back or I'll kill you." I heard Sam say from the front seat. He sounded like we were underwater. "I swear to god, I will. Get back."

"You won't." A voice spoke, and I gently tapped my older brother's shoulder. He didn't move. "You're saving that bullet for someone else."

"You wanna bet?" I heard Sam cock the gun. A loud yell sounded, and I assumed the demon had left it's victim. I sighed and pressed a kiss to Dean's forehead, silently begging him to wake up.

"Sam?" I whimpered. I heard him uncock the gun and slump against his seat. "Sammy?"

"You okay?" He asked, clearly in pain. "Dad won't wake up. Is Dean awake?"

"He's out." I inhaled sharply as the metal shifted in my arm. "He's breathing, but not well. I'm fine. My head hurts worse than hell, and some metal stabbed me in the arm, but I'm alive."

"God, Lu, I'm sorry." Sam was crying. "I should've seen. I should've-"

"Sam, stop." I wanted so desperately to hug my baby brother. "It's not your fault. Don't try to convince yourself it is."

"Okay, okay." Sam breathed heavily a few times. "Truck driver went to call 911. Help should be here soon. We'll be fine."

"Hey, Sam." I felt my eyelids drooping. "I think I'm gonna pass out."

He started to say something, but it was too late. I was already tuning out the world around me. The world was once again fading as I slipped into unconsciousness.

***

"Lucy!"

"Can't you tell I'm resting?" I groaned. "Rude."

"Lucille, now's not the time."

"God, Dean. What the shit?"

"The car accident. Are you okay?"

"Holy shit, the accident. Dean are you-"

I sat up with a gasp. A few nurses looked at me in surprise, clearly not expecting their patient to wake up as they were tending to her wounds.

"Where's my brother?" I looked around. Dean was nowhere in sight. I had just spoken to him. "I asked you morons a goddamn question! Where the hell is my brother. I want my brother!"

"Luce, I'm here. I'm right here." It was Sam, not Dean. I stopped fighting the nurses, who relaxed slightly, but remained wary. "You're okay."

"Sam." I breathed a sigh of relief. "Not that I'm not relieved to see you, but where's Dean? I was just with him."

"You were with him during the crash." Sam spoke with caution. "I believe all three of us were airlifted together, that part's a little blurry. You haven't been near him since then."