Seeing Blind

18. In My Time of Dying

Season Two

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

The next morning, a rescue helicopter arrived on scene.

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

One paramedic looked over Alana. "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 her room, Alana sat up, worked her jaw, and got out of bed. She was was wearing a white T-shirt, hospital pants and nothing else.

She frowned. "I can see. This is weird."

Alana went into the hallway. "Sam? John? Dean? 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 boyfriend, 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 entered Alana's room. The latter stopped at the door and stared at his girlfriend's body, breathing heavily.

"Sammy!" Alana exclaimed. "You look good. Considering." She looked at Dean and smiled. "Seeing you... You're... Wow."

"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 I love him!"

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

"Thank God," Alana mumbled.

"Doc, what about my girlfriend?" 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," Alana said.

The doctor continued. "Most people with this degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. She's fighting very hard. But you need to have realistic expectations."