Destiny Will Wait

16. In My Time of Dying

(I'm going to be continuing from 16 on, despite separating the seasons)

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

The next morning, a rescue helicopter arrived on scene.

The four were being loaded onto stretchers. John, Dean and Saoirse were still unconscious, Sam was awake.

One paramedic looked over Dean. "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 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? Saoirse? Anybody?" He 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 brother and my friend, I just need to find them." The nurse was unresponsive. "Hello?" He snapped his fingers before going upstairs, panicked, and found himself intubated on his bed, dying.

Saoirse made her way to the doorway of Dean's room and stared at him. She tried her best to ignore the sinking feeling of his life force flickering.

Sam entered Dean's room. He stopped at the door and stared at his brother's body, breathing heavily.

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

"Oh, no," Sam said.

"Man, tell me you can hear me. Seri, can you hear me?"

Saoirse perked up, almost like she'd heard him.

"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. Your friend, um, we're a little confused."

"Thank God," Dean mumbled.

"Doc, what about my brother?" Sam asked. "What do you mean, confused?"

"Well, he 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. Her birthday; October 17, 1924."

"Well, what can we do? There must be some error. She was born in 1984."

"Well, we won't know his full condition until he wakes up. If he wakes up. No, there was no error."

"If?"

"I have to be honest-"

"Oh, screw you, doc, I'm waking up," Dean said.