Defenders of the Night

19. In My Time of Dying

Season Two

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The demon-possessed truck driver stepped out of his truck and walked over. John, Dean and Lana were unconscious. Sam swallowed, barely awake. Rose was awake, crying. 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? Lana? Dean! Lana!"

Rose climbed into Sam's lap as she continued crying.

The next morning, a rescue helicopter arrived on scene.

The five were being loaded onto stretchers. John, Dean and Lana were still unconscious, Sam and Rose were awake.

One paramedic looked over Lana. "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?"

"Is my mama gonna be okay?" Rose asked.

HOSPITAL

In her room, Lana sat up, worked her jaw, and got out of bed. She was was wearing a white T-shirt, hospital pants and nothing else.

Lana went into the hallway. "Sam? John? Dean? Rose? Anybody?" She 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 daughter, my husband, his brother and his father, I just need to find them." The nurse was unresponsive. "Hello?" She snapped her fingers before going upstairs, panicked, and found herself intubated on her bed, dying.

Sam and Dean, holding Rose, entered Lana's room. The latter stopped at the door and stared at his wife's body, breathing heavily.

"Sammy!" Lana exclaimed. "You look good. Considering." She looked at Dean and smiled. "Hey, hon." She turned to Rose. "Baby, I'll be okay."

"Oh, no," Sam said.

"Sam, Dean, tell me you can hear me. How's John? Is he okay? Come on, you're the psychic. Give me some ghost whispering or something! Tell Dean and Rose I love them!"

The doctor entered. "Your father's awake. You can go see him if you like."

"Thank God," Lana mumbled.

"Doc, what about my wife?" Dean asked.

"Well, she sustained serious injury; blood loss, contusions to her liver and kidney," the doctor informed. "But it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early signs of cerebral edema."

"Well, what can we do?"

"Well, we won't know her full condition until she wakes up. If she wakes up."

"If?"

"I have to be honest-"

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