The demon-possessed truck driver stepped out of his truck and walked over. John, Dean and Jocelyn were unconscious. Sam swallowed, barely awake. The demon pulled the driver's side door off its hinges and Sam pointed the Colt at him.
"Back," Sam demanded. "Or I'll kill you, I swear to God."
"You won't," the demon said. "You're saving the bullet for someone else."
Sam cocked the gun. "You wanna bet?"
The demon smiled before black smoke poured from the man, who collapsed. Sam uncocked the gun and dropped his head back in relief.
"Oh, my God!" the man cried.
"Dad?" Sam called.
"Did I do this?"
"Dad! Dean? Jocelyn? Dean! Jocelyn!"
The next morning, a rescue helicopter arrived on scene.
The four were being loaded onto stretchers. John, Dean and Jocelyn were still unconscious, Sam was awake.
One paramedic looked over Dean. "Significant passenger side intrusion. Unresponsive. BP is 180 over 60, heart rate 95."
"Tell me if they're okay!" Sam cried.
"You have to stay still!" a female paramedic told him.
"Are they even still alive?"
HOSPITAL
In his room, Dean sat up, worked his jaw, and got out of bed. He was wearing a white T-shirt, hospital pants and nothing else.
He went into the hallway. "Sam? Dad? Ophelia? Anybody?" He went down the stairs to the front of the hospital and found a nurse's station. "Excuse me. Hi. I, uh, I think I was in a car accident, my dad, my brother and my girlfriend, I just need to find them." The nurse was unresponsive. "Hello?" He snapped his fingers before going upstairs, panicked, and found himself intubated on his bed, dying.
Jocelyn made her way to the doorway of Dean's room and stared at him. Silently, she walked in and sat next to his bed as she blinked back tears.
Sam entered Dean's room. He stopped at the door and stared at his brother's body, breathing heavily.
"Sammy!" Dean exclaimed. "You look good. Considering."
"Oh, no," Sam said.
"Man, tell me you can hear me. Joss, can you hear me? How's Dad? Is he okay? Come on, you're the psychic. Give me some ghost whispering or something!"
The doctor entered. "Your father's awake. You can go see him if you like."
"Thank God," Dean mumbled.
"Doc, what about my brother?" Sam asked.
"Well, he sustained serious injury; blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney," the doctor informed. "But it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early signs of cerebral edema."
"Well, what can we do?"
"Well, we won't know his full condition until he wakes up. If he wakes up."
"If?"
"I have to be honest-"
"Oh, screw you, doc, I'm waking up," Dean said.
Jocelyn nodded. "He'll wake. He has to."
The doctor continued. "Most people with this degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. He's fighting very hard. But you need to have realistic expectations."
"Come on, Sam, Joss," Dean spoke. "Go find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me. Sam? Joss?"
Jocelyn looked at Sam. "You go. I don't want to leave him."
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The Weight of Living
Mystery / ThrillerJocelyn Hudson stops the eldest Winchester in his tracks. Literally. From the first time he saw her, he could tell she'd been through something awful. He doesn't ask much, just where the one who treated her poorly was. And from then on, she stays...
