The stars were out in the sky above the Impala, as Dean sped down the road.
"What time does the Jayhawks game start?" Asked Dean.
"Nine." Sam answered before looking down at his watch. "We're gonna miss the tip off at this rate." He sighed.
Dean put his foot down on the accelerator. "I've drove for two days to get here, there's no way we're missing this game!" Reaching a set of red lights, Dean knew that they couldn't keep stopping if they wanted to catch the match, so casting a split second decision, he decided not to stop for them. Thinking that the junction was empty, Dean pushed down on the gas.
Of all his reckless decisions that day, this was definitely the worse. As he reached the middle of the junction, Dean saw the perfect image of happiness. Sam's innocent face looking across at him. Then everything changed...
"Dean!" Sam screamed.
Turning instantly, Dean's eyes widened as he noticed a heavy load truck speeding towards the side of the Impala. It's horn blared as it's lights blinded the brothers. And then, there was only fracturing glass, metal, and blackness.
"Uhh!" I groaned, flickering my eyes open. Finding myself hanging from what used to be the floor of the car but was now effectively the ceiling, the events of the crash came back to me. "Sammy?..." I called groggily. Slowly looking after at him, my eyes widened. "Sammy!"
-Third Person POV-
A siren wailed as the emergency services arrived on the scene of the accident. Getting out of his response car, the young paramedic ran over to the vehicle that was mangled and tossed upside down. He could immediately tell from the trail of glass and metal that car had rolled at least twice. Dropping to the pavement, the paramedic turned on his torch and shone it inside the vehicle. The beam of light illuminated two boys, upside down, unconscious and tangled in their seat belts. The oldest looking boy's arms were wrapped around the youngest looking in a bloody embrace. Hearing a groan, the paramedic soon realised that the oldest looking boy was in fact conscious.
"We got a traumatic arrest up front." The paramedic quickly radioed before leaning into the car through the smashed window. "Can you hear me, sir?"
"Help!" Dean shouted in a hoarse tone. "You gotta' help my brother."
"Hold on..." The paramedic responded before sliding out of the wreckage. Shoving a Hurst tool into the hinges of the door, with another jab of the thumb, the blades took two powerful bites.
Dean held his little brother tight in his arms. "It's okay, Sammy..." He reassured.
Pulling the door off, he threw it across the pavement before returning to the car. "I need two C-spine collars, and two short back-boards." The paramedic yelled before entering the wreckage once again through the now accessible rear of the car. Climbing across the backseat, he rushed over to the younger of the two boys. "Can you hear me?"
No response. No movement.
"Come on, Sammy..." Dean begged, as a groan escaped his lips. With drooping eyelids, "Sammy...". Dean took one last look at his brother before the darkness consumed him.
The youngest boy's face and neck was drenched with blood, while his eyes and lips were swollen. "We need to get him out of here!"
A group of paramedics joined him as the driver's door and the front side door were also ripped from their hinges. As a tall, grey haired man reached into the wreckage, he wrapped a neck brace around the younger boy's neck, strapped on a backboard, then cut the seat belt with a knife. Lowering the boy gently, he pulled him out onto the pavement.
"Pupils are blown." He stated, checking with his flashlight. Taking out his radio, he held down the button. "This is 786589, we have a male, early twenties showing signs of head trauma, status unconscious, and another male, late twenties, status lost consciousness after our arrival."
The two young victims were now out of the wreckage and lying side by side on back boards.
The paramedic who had been first on the case and his partner, lifted the youngest boy into the ambulance. Followed by the eldest. Another paramedic then joined him in the back of the ambulance before the doors were swung closed, his partner rushed into the driver's seat and sounded the siren before driving off.
Feeling myself awakening once again, I flickered my eyes open to see the paramedic looking down at me with thankful eyes. Looking around, I searched for Sam.
"Hey, hey, hey..." He said, trying to get me to focus on him. "Take it easy..."
"Where's Sam?" I asked in a panicked tone.
"Everything's okay, but you gotta stay still." The paramedic reassured.
"Where's Sam?" I asked again.
"You gotta stay still, okay? We don't know the full extent of your injury yet."
Ignoring him, I turned to look across the ambulance. There lay Sam, still on the other bed. His eyes were closed as his giant frame looked battered and bruised. The plaid shirt he was wearing was torn to shreds due to the shattered glass. His hand dangled over the edge of the bed.
"Sammy?" It took me a few seconds before everything sunk in. "Sammy?" My tone was soft as I reached out my hand an took hold of his, much colder one. "Sammy?..Sam!" I screamed, desperately trying to reach him.
"You've got to rest!" Stated the paramedic as he held me down.
"Sam!" My throat roared in pain from the volume of my screams. Fighting the paramedics hold, I continued to reach for my little brother knowing that I couldn't leave him.
The paramedic grabbed a syringe filled with a clear liquid and removed the cap.
"No! No! No, please! Stop! No!" I cried. As he injected it into my arm, I looked up at him. "That's my brother!"
The machine that Sam was wired up to began to beep.
"Heart rate's dropped, he's going into cardiac arrest!" Stated the paramedic stood beside Sam's bed.
"No! Sammy!" Tears rolled down my cheeks.
The paramedic that was stood over me rushed over and grabbed the defibrillator paddles. "Charging...Clear!" Pressing them down against Sam's chest, the shock administered caused Sam's body to jerk.
"Come on, Sammy..." I begged. "Come on damn it!..."
"Let's go again, charging...Clear!" Repeating the previous process, the heart monitor began to beep in rhythm once again.
I sighed in relief, before whatever the paramedic injected me with began to take effect and I found myself falling into darkness once again.