Standing in the Storm

20. In My Time of Dying

The demon-possessed truck driver stepped out of his truck and walked over. John, Dean, Tasie and Levi 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? Tasie? Levi? Dean! Tasie!"

The next morning, a rescue helicopter arrived on scene.

The five were being loaded onto stretchers. John, Dean and Levi were still unconscious, Sam and Tasie were awake.

One paramedic looked over Dean. "Significant passenger side intrusion. Unresponsive. BP is 180 over 60, heart rate 95."

Another paramedic looked over Levi. "Another significant passenger side intrusion. Also unresponsive. BP is 175 over 55, heart rate 93."

"Tell me if they're okay!" Sam and Tasie cried.

"You have to stay still!" a female paramedic told them.

"Are they even still alive?"

Tasie blinked back tears. "Levi, honey, please. I can't lose you." Suddenly feeling ill, she threw up.

"Tase?" Sam called.

"I'm fine," she replied. "Just a little nauseous."

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? Levi? Tasie? Anybody?"

Levi walked up and waved. "Hey. Can you see me?"

"Yeah, man. What the hell is going on?"

"I don't know. But we need to find out."

They went down the stairs to the front of the hospital and found a nurse's station.

Dean said, "Excuse me. Hi. I, uh, I think my brother-in-law and I were in a car accident, my dad, my brother and my sister, his wife, we just need to find them." The nurse was unresponsive. "Hello?" He snapped his fingers before going upstairs, panicked, and found himself and Levi intubated on their beds, dying.

Sam and Tasie entered Dean and Levi's room. They stopped at the door and stared at their bodies, breathing heavily.

"Sammy! Tasie!" Dean exclaimed. "You look good. Considering."

"Oh, no," Sam and Tasie said.

"Sammy, Tase, tell us you can hear us," Levi said.

"How's Dad?" Dean asked. "Is he okay? Come on, you're the psychics. Give us 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 our brother and her husband?" Sam asked.

"Well, they sustained serious injury; blood loss, contusions to their livers and kidneys," the doctor informed. "But it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early signs of cerebral edema."