Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
"If this slut does not survive, I will light his car on fire along with his dead body."
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I sat by the bed in the dimly lit hospital room. I reached forward, taking Dean's hand in my own.
Sam walked in, tears brimming his eyes. He had a bruise forming around one eye and a bunch of small cuts scattered about his face from the crash.
A chill ran down my spine as the air got colder.
"Your father is awake," the doctor told Sam as he stepped inside. "You can go see him if you like."
"Doc, what about my brother?" Sam asked.
"Well, he's sustained serious injury, blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney. It's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early signs of cerebral edema," the doctor explained.
"Well, what can we do?" Sam asked.
"Well, we won't know his full condition until he wakes up," the doctor stated. "If he wakes up."
"If?" I repeated.
"I have to be honest. Most people with his degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. He's fighting very hard," the doctor told us. "But you need to have realistic expectations."
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I hadn't moved. Sam went to see his father. I stayed with Dean, spell book in hand as I searched for something to do. I wasn't the greatest at all this spell stuff yet, but I could figure something out.
Sam walked back in. "I'm heading back to Bobby's for a while. You wanna come with me?"
I looked up. "If this slut does not survive this, I will light his car on fire along with his dead body." I stood. "Just so you know."
Sam nodded. "Got it. But...we're gonna save him."
"I know we are." I walked toward the door. "So I can rip his balls off for being stupid."
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Sam sighed as we stood before the crushed car at Bobby's house. "Oh, man. Dean is going to be pissed."
"Good," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Look, Sam, this-this just ain't worth a tow," Bobby stated. He was right. One side of the car was completely crushed, the other bent and warped past saving. "I say we empty the trunk, sell the rest for scrap."
Sam picked up his now crushed laptop from the seat of the car. "No. Dean would kill me if we did that."
"Yeah, well, I don't see his ass here, do you?" I snapped.
