Chapter One
Dean drove down the town street, he had been driving for five hours and the sky was now the color of pitch. He looked over at Samantha and smiled when he saw her leaned against the window asleep, her breath fogging up the window.
"Sammy." he gently shook her shoulder.
She gasped awake, looking around frantically then calmed down when she saw Dean. "Don't do that." she smacked his arm and leaned back in the seat.
He chuckled. "We're almost to the motel. Thought it be easier to wake you up now."
She mumbled something inaudible.
"What was that? I didn't quite catch what you said." he looked over at her.
"I said, my dad is the biggest doofus there is."
"I hope you realize that's a compliment coming from you."
She smirked and rolled her eyes. "So where's Uncle Sam?"
"Uh, he's somewhere."
"And where is that at?"
He sighed. "I honestly have no idea. He said he was working a case with Bobby but I haven't heard from either of them."
"Maybe you should call them."
"I'm driving."
"So? You've done it before."
"That was before I knew I had a kid." he smirked and looked over at her. "Safety comes first in this car."
"Oh what ever."
"Its true!"
"Dad you're such a- look out!" she shrieked as her eyes widened.
Dean looked ahead and slammed on the brakes just as a drunk driver swerved and hit the side of the impala. Samantha let out a yell but was knocked out as the driver hit her side of the car.
"Sam-" Dean tried to yell but as the car rolled his head smashed into the window and went unconscious.
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Dean slowly woke up, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. His head head throbbed and he felt nausea rush into his stomach.
"Sammy?" he groaned and looked around. He was in a sterile white hospital, the light reflecting off of the walls blinded him. He looked over and saw a button that, when pressed, alerted a nurse and sent her to the room.
He reached his arm over and pressed down on the button, wincing when he realized his wrist had broken in the collision. He looked down at his arms and saw that his left wrist was in a white splint and both of them had at least ten stitches from where glass had entered his body.
Moments later a nurse in a blue uniform walked into his room. "Can I help you Mr. Winchester?" she asked in a sweet voice.
"Where's Samantha?" he croaked.
"I'm sorry, who?"
"My daughter dammit! She was the girl in the car with me! She has brown hair, green eyes, fourteen years old."
"Sir, I- I'm sorry but your daughter died before the ambulance could arrive."
"No," he said softly at first but then got louder. "No! She's been through hell a car crash isn't going to kill her!" he yelled at the nurse as he began to pull off the tubes and wires that were connected to him.
The nurse quickly rushed over to his bedside and pressed another button, injecting him with morphine through his pick line.
"No, she, she can't be... Sammy...." His eyes grew heavy but he couldn't fight off the medication and slowly went back to being unconscious.
