Dawson's Daughter | {BOOK 1}

27|Coma

The beautiful classic 1967 Chevy Impala had been totaled when the eighteen-wheeler rammed into the side of it. Dean wasn't going to be happy when he came to. Speaking of, he and John were still unconscious as Sam and I opened our eyes. We were both considerably less hurt than the other two. My biggest concern was Dean, who had lost a lot of blood thanks to the demon even before we got into the crash. I was pinned under his body in the back seat and I watched the driver of the truck come over, ripping the driver's door off its hinges.

His eyes were pitch black, and Sam was pointing the Colt at him.

"Back," Sam hissed. "Or I'll kill you, I swear to God."

"You won't," the demon challenged. "You're saving that bullet for someone else."

"You wanna bet?"

Sam cocked the gun and the demon smiled, the familiar black smoke billowing out of the man's mouth as it escaped into the night. Sam uncocked the gun, tipping his head back in relief.

"Ellie, you good?" he looked back at me.

"Getting crushed by your brother, but I think I'm fine," I groaned.

"Dad?" Sam called softly. "Dean? Dean!"

Outside the car, the man was staring in horror at the Impala, asking if it was his fault.

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A rescue helicopter came and paramedics got all four of us on stretchers. Dean and John were still unconscious and Sam and I had maintained minor injuries compared to the other two. When we got to the hospital, the doctors treated all of us. Sam only had a few cuts on his face that were patched up with some butterfly bandages. I was treated for a few bruised ribs and also got a few cuts on my face patched up. John had to be treated not only for the bullet wound I had put in his leg, but a broken arm from the car crash since the truck hit his side of the car. Dean was the worst.

The doctors said he sustained serious injury: blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney, but worst of all was the head trauma. He was in a coma, and they weren't sure if he would even wake up. Sam and I were both checked out pretty quick, but we stuck around to be near John and Dean. I mostly just stayed in Dean's room, even when we were told John was awake. I had barely moved from my chair beside his bed, not really eating and what little sleep I got was broken up by nightmares of the Yellow Eyed Demon torturing Dean.

My gut instinct had been quiet since the cabin, and I hadn't heard the Voice speaking to me again. I still didn't know how the demon knew about the Voice. I hadn't mentioned it to anyone, not even my father when he was still alive. He had known I had stronger instincts than the average hunter, but when it came down to it, I kept more things to myself than what I told others.

"You stupid son of a bitch," I muttered to Dean's sleeping form. "Why'd you have to go and provoke him so much? If you had just kept your big mouth shut, you wouldn't be like this right now."

Of course, I didn't get an answer, just the psh-clunk of the oxygen machine as it helped Dean to get air into his lungs through the tubes he was hooked up to. I stood up, feeling antsy from sitting for so long, opting to pace instead.

"You can't do this to me again, Dean. I already had to deal with this once when you had that damn heart attack. I don't care what the doctors say. You're going to wake up. You're going to wake up, because you can't leave me now. Not when I haven't even told you how I really feel about you. You hear me, Winchester? You have to wake up, so I can finally admit how I love..."

I trailed off, choking on my own tears as I stopped pacing to stare down at him in the bed.

"You know, I thought I'd gotten over it after you and Sammy stopped coming round the shop with John. But I haven't, Dean. It was just a stupid childhood crush... It wasn't supposed to turn into this..."

I was interrupted by a knock on the door. I turned to see John standing there, his arm in a sling. He was staring at me in silence.

"Mind if I have a moment with him?" he asked me.

"No, of course not," I muttered. "I'll just go find something to eat. I haven't gotten anything in a while, anyway."

John nodded, coming further into the room and sitting down in my chair. I stared down at Dean one more time and then left the room for the first time since Sam and I were checked out. I made my way through the halls numbly until I found the cafeteria. I hated hospitals, and hated the food even more, but there was no way I was going far with Dean still in a coma. I just grabbed some random items, not really paying attention to what and headed back through the halls.

I didn't know where Sam had disappeared off to, but I figured it must have been something important. Even though he wasn't as vigilant as I was about staying at Dean's side all the time, he was still popping in all the time. I think it hurt him more to see his brother in that state, so he tended to favor his father's room where he could actually have a two-sided conversation. I shivered when I was approaching Dean's room, and it made me pause for a moment.

"Dean?" I asked.

However, I didn't get a response, so instead I shook the feeling off and finished my journey into Dean's room. John had cleared out by then, I assumed to go back to his room, and I settled down in my chair to eat my food.