Supernatural BSM

Car Wreak- Sister Y/N

3rd Person Pov 

Chaos. That's all that was happening in the trauma bay in Lebanon City hospital. The youngest and eldest of the Winchester Family were in the most horrific car wreak that that family had been through. Luckily, Dean had made it out with only a few scrapes and bruises. Possibly a concussion, but he should be okay. However, the youngest, Y/N, got the worst of it. The semitruck hit the passenger side head on and she was crushed under the weight of the grill of it. "I need O negative blood in here stat." "I need 10 mg of morphine." Were just the start of things that were heard in the trauma room that Y/N was being treated in.

Meanwhile Dean was apprehensive being treated. "No I need to see her. I need to see my sister! I need to make sure she's okay." He kept repeating different versions of that. The doctors that were around him kept saying that everything was going to be okay and that the doctors were taking perfect care of her. But the thing that shut them up right away was these words, "But she's okay right? My sister is going to be okay?" It was like he didn't care about himself in the slightest. He just cared about Y/N.

Dean's Pov

I lift my head and looked over through the glass wall and see my sister lying limp on the bed. I could hear the monitors that were attached to her chest, they didn't stop their symphony of death that they had just started. I heard the booming voices in her room, the commands they were making were heartbreaking. I watched as they pumped her chest over and over again. Tears began flooding and making their way out of my eyes. I then proceeded to watch as they pressed the cold metal plates against her bruised and bloodied chest, as the surges of electricity made its way through them and into her chest. I couldn't look away, even though everything in my body was telling me to, I just couldn't. I watched as the doctors pumped her chest a few more times as the line went flat for a minute before it returned to its normal rate.

For a minute I felt a small weight be taken off my shoulders but not for long. I didn't know how long she would be stable, and I didn't know if she would survive through whatever surgery she needed. For a minute I felt completely...helpless. For the first time in a very long time I prayed. Not to Cas but to God. It went something like this, 'Hey Chuck, it's me Dean. Not that you give a damn or anything, but Y/N really needs you right now. She's hurt... she's hurt really bad and it's all because of me. I need you to make sure she makes it through the night. I need you to make sure she's stable through whatever she needs to go through to get well again. To get better. I can't lose her. We've already lost Sam... and she's all I have left. Just please keep my baby girl safe. Please keep my baby girl alive." I finished my prayer in my mind. I was left alone in my room lying on my bed. I watched as they rolled Y/N on her bed quickly to wherever they were taking her. In my mind I just couldn't bare the thought of losing the last good thing in my life. The only thing that got me to wake up in the morning, to get me out of bed, to keep me alive.

3rd Person Pov

It's been a few days since the car wreak and Y/N had entered into a coma. Dean hadn't eaten. Hasn't even left the side of her bed since they allowed him to see her. He's been blaming himself nonstop for what has happened to her, couldn't even shake the thought of this wouldn't have happened if we wouldn't have gone out to eat. He just kept thing 'What if we just ate at the bunker?' 'What if we just stayed at home?' or even 'this should have been me.'

Castiel hadn't been to the hospital at all. He hadn't been answering Dean's prayers. Dean was getting annoyed. He was slowly losing hope. He didn't know what else to do. But he couldn't just simply let his baby sister die just like that because of a mistake he made. Because of something he suggested. He just couldn't. Out of all the ways to go, out of all the ways to die for a hunter... this was possibly the saddest. This wasn't even caused by something Supernatural, this was caused by a drunk driver that was too damn lazy to sober up at a motel for the night. This is no way for a Winchester to go out.

Dean has tried to contact a demon to get his sister back, but none would help. They just wanted to stand back and watch him suffer. Y/N had lost her pulse possibly three times since she's entered the coma. The doctors wanted Dean to sign a DNR (do not resuscitate form) but he didn't dare ask for it to be brought anywhere near the room.

Y/N looked so peaceful lying on the bed, in her isolated slumber. She had a breathing tube down her throat keeping her alive. The monitors that were attached to her chest had a constant beeping sound that followed her heart beat. At times it would slow then go back to its normal rhythm but at other times it would speed up and stay like that for quite some time and would only go down with the help of medical treatment.

Dean's Pov

I've stayed in the hospital for about five days now and its been exhausting. I haven't eaten anything, and sleep is not even an option at this point in time. I've been holding her hand the entire time. Her once lively peach toned skin was now dull and pale. She didn't even look alive, She just looked dead. My heart kept breaking at his sad sight that was before me. She was never even like this. Never once this close to death. Yes, I will admit there have been times where she has been hurt on hunts but never to this extent. She has always been cautious and always kept a watchful eye out for danger... but this time, I'm the one that put her right in the face of it.

For the first time in days, I hear the monitors take on a different rhythm. This one though sounds like its one of life and not death. In the hand I'm holding I feel her fingers twitch. My gaze snaps up from the floor to her face. "Y/N? Can you hear me?" I say hopeful. This is the first time in days that I have had any sort of hope in my life. I watch as she tightens her eyes slightly then opens then barely. They then close again. But her hand grips mine tightly. "Hey baby girl." I say gently and softly; slight tears make there way out of my eyes.

Your Pov

I wake up to dim lights and this annoying beeping sound. There's something in my mouth and I don't know what it is. I open my eyes slightly, but it feels as if my eye lids are made of a led. I fight through it and open them. I look around and see that I'm in a hospital room. The last thing I remember was I was in the car with Dean. I start piecing it together and I guess I was in a car wreak with Dean. I look to the side and I see him. His gaze meets mine and I see his tired eyes meet mine. "Hey there sleeping beauty." He smiles at me and kisses my hand gently.

Then I know...all is right in the world. Well, it will be at least. Slowly but surely.