The demon-possessed truck driver stepped out of his truck and walked over. John, Dean and Cataleya 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? Catty? Dean! Catty!"
The next morning, a rescue helicopter arrived on scene.
The four were being loaded onto stretchers. John, Dean and Cataleya were still unconscious, Sam was awake.
One paramedic looked over Cataleya. "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, Cataleya sat up, worked her jaw, and got out of bed. She was wearing a white T-shirt, hospital pants and nothing else.
She 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, along with a man named John, and his sons, and 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.
Dean made his way to the doorway of Cataleya's room and stared at her. "Damn you, Leya."
Sam entered Cataleya's room. He stopped at the door and stared at his friend's body, breathing heavily.
"Sammy!" Cataleya exclaimed. "You look good. Considering. Dean, no need to cry over me."
"Oh, no," Sam said.
"Dudes, tell me you can hear me."
"How's John? Is he okay? Come on, Sam, you're the psychic. Give me some ghost whispering or something!"
The doctor entered. "Your father's awake. You can go see him if you like."
"Thank God," Dean mumbled.
"Doc, what about my friend?" Sam 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?" Dean questioned.
"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," Cataleya 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."
"Come on, Sam, Dean. Go find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me. Sam? Dean?"
Sam walked away.
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Spare Your Sympathy
Mystery / ThrillerCataleya and Dean absolutely despise each other. She thinks him a flirtatious prick and he thinks her a stuck-up princess. But when his father goes missing, and a voicemail tells him to find her, the two, much their chagrin, are forced to work tog...
