tommygirl | Devil's Trap Choose Your Own Adventure

1b. Dean's eyes are open and focused on Sam.

His brother’s eyes fluttered open and shut for a few seconds before firmly locking on Sam. Sam felt relief grip him so tightly that for a moment he couldn’t breathe around it. Dean was still alive and Sam intended for him to stay that way. He patted down his coat, pretending not to feel the ache of his muscles with each movement, until he found his cellphone. His hands shook as he dialed 911 and gave the operator as much information as he could.

“Is this out on Route 209? A Chevy Impala hit by a truck?”

“Yeah, how did you—“

“There were witnesses. They called the accident in. There should be an ambulance on scene in a few minutes…”

Sam could hear the woman’s voice rambling out orders for him, but he dropped his phone the minute his brother’s eyes began to close. Sam’s body moved despite his body’s protestations and within a second, he was at his brother’s side. He placed his hand on Dean’s arm, careful not to hurt him, and said, “Help’s on the way, Dean. You gotta stay awake for me.”

His brother grimaced as he forced his eyes opened and coughed out, “You look like crap, Sammy.”

Sam smiled and said, “Hey. Hold on, Dean.”

“Yeah. How’s dad?”

Sam glanced up at his father. His father was still unconscious, but his chest was rising and falling steadily. Whatever injuries John had suffered from the accident, he was still kicking. Sam forced a small smile and said, “Dean, dad is the most stubborn man to walk the planet. He’s not going anywhere until that demon is dead.”

“That’s not an answer,” Dean countered, attempting to sit up, but only managing to cause more blood to seep out of his mouth and nose.

“Dean, don’t worry about—“

“How is he?” Sam pretended not to notice the amount of blood that dripped down Dean’s chin, soaking his shirt. Somehow his brother was conscious, but that didn’t mean he was okay. Where the hell was that ambulance? As though he could read Sam’s mind, Dean placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder. He said, “It’s gonna be okay, Sam. I’ve been hurt worse than this before.”

“I know.” It was a lie, but it still managed to make Sam feel a little better. It also made him marvel at the way his brother tried to protect him, even when he was bleeding to death. Not that Sam was going to let that happen. Dean wasn’t going anywhere. “Just keep talking to me, okay?”

“You need to make sure dad’s okay, Sammy. I can’t do it.” Dean paused as his whole body spasmed, his eyes shutting and his mouth emitting a weird wheezing sound.

Sam’s hand tightened its grip on Dean’s arm and he said, “The ambulance is on its way, man. You’ve got to stay with me. You’ve got to be conscious to enjoy all those hot female nurses.”

Dean attempted a smile and said, “Dad. Check on him.”

“He’s breathing, Dean. I can see that from here. There’s nothing I can do for him until help gets here.”

“Sammy…”

“I don’t want to leave you.”

Dean smiled and winced in pain as he did so. He said, “I’m not going anywhere. Check on dad. Make sure he’s okay for me, will ya?”

Sam sighed. He didn’t want to argue with Dean when he was like this, especially since Sam knew that if he didn’t do it, Dean would try again. Sam nodded and said, “I’ll be right up front.”

“I think I’ll manage, Sam. I’m not two.” Dean patted Sam’s cheek and added, “I’ll be okay, I promise, Sammy.”

“Dean…” Sam began to respond, but all the words disappeared from his brain when he moved around to the other side of the car. It was a mess. Shattered glass and metal littered the ground and Sam couldn’t imagine how the hell the Impala could’ve survived the collision. He reached through the passenger door’s window, careful not to cut himself on jagged glass, and brushed his hand against his father’s neck.

A steady pulse beat against Sam’s fingers and Sam took in his father’s injuries. It didn’t look good from where he was standing, but it didn’t look horrible either. It didn’t look like…Dean.

“His breathing is regular and his pulse is strong, Dean. The rest is going to have to come from a…” Sam’s voice trailed off when he noticed that not only were his brother’s eyes shut, but he also didn’t appear to be breathing.

“Dean!”

“Sam…what’s—”

Sam ignored his father’s attempts at talking and hurried back to where Dean was. His fingers felt for a pulse, but unlike the last time, there wasn’t one. “Dammit, no. You promised, Dean.” Sam stood up, willing the ambulances to move faster, and raked his hands through his hair.

“Sammy…” his father’s voice was louder this time.

“Help’s on the way, Dad, or it’s supposed to be. Dean’s not…he’s not breathing. He was talking to me a minute ago, but he’s not…”

“Sammy, look at me.”

Sam glanced at his father and his father said, “I’m stuck here, son, but I need you to help your brother.”

“He needs a doctor, dad.”

“A doctor won’t be of much use if we can’t get him to breathe. You need to perform CPR. You remember all your training, right?”

“Yes, sir,” Sam said.

“You’ve got to hold it together,” his father said. Sam took a deep breath, attempting to do just that, when his father added, “That’s an order, Sam.”

Usually those words were enough to cause Sam to stomp his feet and storm off, but right then, he was pretty sure it was the only thing that got him through the next few minutes. He went on auto pilot, beginning the training he had learned and practiced from a young age. Never before was he so grateful for all the times his father harped on him about these things.

Choice 2: What happens next?

c. The Winchesters are taken to the hospital and wait on word about Dean.
d. Sam realizes that the good Samaritans that called in the accident aren't quite right.