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Bloody Ambush Ch. 2

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Sam was driving back to the motel in the '67 Impala where Dean was most likely sleeping. Sighing, he made a turn into the parking lot of "Sunny Side Motel".

No wonder Dean was mocking the name, Sam thought.

He stepped out of the car, only to walk over to the vending machine, put in a dollar, and grab a Coke. Taking long gulps of the soda, his eyes glanced toward the window of their motel room and Sam just about choked on the Coke when he saw the shattered glass that used to be the window.

He dropped the Coke, and ran at full speed through the doors of the motel. Sam noted that the man at the desk was dead, as were some visitors that must have been passing through when they were murdered.

But Sam wasn't worrying about them right now. He continued running to their room. When he got to Room 110, he kicked the door open, and looked around the room frantically.

And his heart caught in his throat at the sight of Dean.

He was curled like a child, and blood pooled around him. Sam immediately rushed to his side, and he put Dean's head in his lap, cradling it.

"Hey. Dean, hey. C'mon, man, wake up. Cough, groan, something. Tell me your all right." Sam muttered desperately, though it was obvious Dean wasn't waking up to tell him that. With a quick, shaking hand, he checked his pulse. It was thready and faint, but it was still there.

Surveying the injuries, Sam saw that the biggest injury was a deep cut across his back, and Sam noticed that a few ribs were broken, near the diagonal cut on his stomach.

"God, Dean…"

Fumbling for his cell phone, he punched in 911.

"Yes, I have an emergency at Sunny Side Motel in northern Daven Port, Iowa. My brother is hurt really bad, I need help immediately."

The woman on the other line confirmed it, and tried to assure him that the ambulance would be there soon.

Snapping the phone shut, Sam continued to cradle his brother's head in his lap, silently urging him to hold on until the ambulance came.

He took only a minute to see the blond woman with a bullet wound in her heart. Then he saw the Colt near them. Putting two and two together, he realized that yes, it was a demon attack. And, judging by the looks of it, Dean had used his last few seconds of strength to shoot the demon.

"You finished the job, Dean. You couldn't save the others, but you saved yourself."

Dean's eyes remained closed.

Only 10 minutes later, Dean's bare chest started to heave heavy, racking breaths as he coughed, choking up blood.

"Dean, hey. You're okay. Shh. Easy. You gotta take it easy…" Sam urged.

But Dean's hacking coughs got worse, and then, as much as Sam tried to calm him, Dean's coughs abruptly stopped and he still…too still.

Sam put his finger to Dean's neck, but felt nothing. "Dean!" he cried.

He started shaking him gently, trying to get his heart pumping again, but it seemed unwilling. Desperately, Sam lay his brother on the floor and put his hands on his brother's chest and started pushing against it, trying so hard to bring his brother back breathing.

After a few tries, Dean finally gave a weak cough and his eyes moved under the lids.

Sam sighed in relief. Dean gave a quiet, pained moan.

"I know it hurts, Dean. But you gotta hold on, okay? You're going to be all right. Just hold on. Help is coming."

Dean then sagged a little more in Sam's arms, obviously unconscious again.

Sam kept careful watch on his brother's chest, making sure he was still breathing.

It seemed like he waited forever before the sirens wailed in the distance, getting closer and closer. Sam once again heard an almost inaudible moan from Dean, and Sam quickly shushed him.

"Hey, Dean, its okay. You're gonna be fine. I'm here, Dean, I got you. I'm not letting you go. Just hold on, okay? Help's coming. Don't leave me, not now." he said.

Dean's eyes fluttered slightly. "S'my…" the cracked, almost silent, whisper was a relief to Sam.

"Yeah, I'm here. I got you. Don't try to move."

Finally, finally, paramedics burst in the room, shoving Sam out of the way as they loaded Dean onto a stretcher, bandaging the cuts and fastening an oxygen mask on Dean's face, shouting orders to one another.

Sam felt like he was in a trance, staring almost blankly at the paramedics doing their work.

Within 15 minutes, the paramedics had loaded Dean onto the ambulance van, and were driving, sirens wailing loudly, to the hospital. Not only that, but police were now working their way through the motel, only to discover that everyone inside had been murdered.

Sam somehow managed to sneak away from the cops to drive the Impala to the hospital.

You're going to be okay, Dean. I won't let you die. Sam thought to himself.

Six hours.

That's how long it had been since Sam had laid eyes on his brother.

Occasionally a nurse would come out of the E.R. doors to tell him that his brother was alive, but not yet stable. They didn't tell him much else.

One thing he knew for sure, however.

Dean's life was hanging by a thinning thread
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Don't kill me for that! LOL! I put in another cliffhanger. Now normally i wouldn't question Dean's life in TWO chapters.

Hmm. So Sam burst through the door on a white horse and saved "the princess" (Yes. I just said that. Shoot me.) Dean. Yay! :D ...Or did he?

Maybe Sam was too late, and Dean drops dead in the hospital. Or maybe he lives to fight another monster :P Don't worry folks I just got my computer working GREAT so I'll have a bunch of writing time...NOT. Vacation awaits, and my computer is still crap. :\

And Dean's fate will be decided...next chapter. :D
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WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

THIS IS UNEXCEPTABLLLLLLEEEEEEEEE:lemongrab: .........but amazing, I need a third chapter soon :wall of text: