The demon-possessed truck driver stepped out of his truck and walked over. John, Dean and Millie 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? Millie? Dean! Millie!"
The next morning, a rescue helicopter arrived on scene.
The four were being loaded onto stretchers. John, Dean and Millie were still unconscious, Sam was awake.
One paramedic looked over Millie. "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 her room, Millie sat up, worked her jaw, and got out of bed. She was wearing a white T-shirt, hospital pants and nothing else.
She went into the hallway. "Sam? Dad? Dean? Anybody?" She 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 brothers, I just need to find them." The nurse was unresponsive. "Hello?" She snapped her fingers before going upstairs, panicked, and found herself intubated on his bed, dying.
Sam and Dean entered Millie's room. They stopped at the door and stared at their sister's body, breathing heavily.
"Sammy! Dean!" Millie exclaimed. "You look good. Considering. Oh god. Why do I sound so chipper?"
"Oh, no," Sam said.
"Dudes, tell me you can 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," Millie mumbled.
"Doc, what about my sister?" Sam asked.
"Well, she 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?" Dean demanded.
"Well, we won't know her full condition until she wakes up. If she wakes up."
"If?" Sam and Dean repeated.
"I have to be honest-"
"Oh, screw you, doc, I'm waking up," Millie said.
The doctor continued. "Most people with this degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. She's fighting very hard. But you need to have realistic expectations."
"Come on, Sam, Dean. Go find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me. Sam? Dean?"
Sam walked away.
Dean pulled up a chair and sat next to his sister's bed. "Hey, Mills. I'm not going anywhere, okay?"
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Dig Your Grave
Mystery / ThrillerMillicent, Millie, Winchester is not the girl her brothers remember. She seems cruel and calculated and is not the sweet, sarcastic girl they remember. But she agrees to help find her father... Which will only prove to be harder than the siblings...
