Hey guys! This is my first fanfic. Earlier I had uploaded it and I realized that I forgot to put to be continued at the bottom. So if you read it and were wondering. No, my story does not end here. I hope to add more chapters and would like to hear reviews. Please. Thanks.

I'm so frazzled because I'm going to my Prom tonight! I look beautiful but I can't breathe. lol. Here we go:

It started out as it always did, her parents tucking her in. Then waking up to see her mother above her but she could see her mom fully as if she was hanging down from the ceiling. That's when someone screamed and the fire would erupt; usually she would wake up but then the dream darkened and in its place she could see a black car sitting in a grassy field. It looked normal from the driver's side but as the view turned to the other side she could see the huge dent in the passenger's side. There were three men inside, they were unconscious or dead, she wasn't sure. Who were they? Then she saw something, a black shadow go past and she could feel a cold grip over heart. The familiar one she had when she dreamed about her mother's death. She tried to reach it but it was gone. This was weird.

Halee woke suddenly. She was sweating and the sheets were sticking to her. She had had a nightmare; it wasn't her first one like this but she hadn't had it since she was little. However the end was different. Who were those guys and that shadowy figure? She didn't know; her head began to throb as the aftershock of the nightmare sank in. She couldn't breathe, it felt as if the walls were closing in around her, she had to leave, she had to drive. Slowly she stumbled over to the chair where she had recently discarded her clothes and shakily put them back on. Feeling comforted being in her favorite t-shirt and jeans, she grabbed her car keys and walked out the door.

She turned up the A/C as she got into her Malibu. She loved to drive, something about it had always calmed her down, maybe because it was something she could control. As she pulled out of her driveway, she began to go over what the dream had meant. She eased the turn off of her street and toward the back road; she liked it a lot better than on the highway, there was less people and she felt a longing to drive down the back road. She looked out the window in front of her thinking, she had never had a dream like that before, it was usually just her mom and that's where it would end. She turned on the radio to the latest CD she had made and listened to the sound of Fiona Apple's version of Across the Universe calmed her. She began to cool down, when she saw something that made her mind jump back to the dream. On the back roads there were mainly forests and grassy fields, and she just happened to drive by the one from her dream. Then she saw a black car, her heart skipped a beat as she pulled off onto the side nearby.

She pulled her cell phone out of the cup holder and placed it in her pocket; then rummaged through the glove box and found a flashlight. She quickly got out of the car and ran toward the black one. It was an older model but she didn't know what year. She started at the damaged side, there was an older man leaning his back against his seat and his face was covered in blood. As she moved around the front, she could see two younger men, one in the driver's seat and the other behind him. Their faces were covered in blood as well. They were all unconscious, like in her dream… She pulled out her cell phone and looked around as she dialed 911. She was looking for the shadow from her dream but thankfully it wasn't there. She began to try to get their attention. Knocking on the door, looking through the window with the flashlight…it may not have been the smartest thing to do but she didn't know what else she could have done. After a couple of minutes the man in the back moved his head, he slowly blinked at her.

Noise. A knocking on the glass. Light coming through. Dean opened his eyes and slowly took in the scene in front of him. He was in the Impala, his brother and father were in the front seat. They weren't moving. Light flashed in his eyes. He realized there was someone outside talking.

"Are you ok? What happened?" she asked.

He couldn't find his voice and he couldn't think; he didn't remember…dad. Sam with the colt. The blood. The car. The…18-wheeler hitting the car and knocking us off the road!

He tried to move his neck, it was a little stiff but he was able to look around. Slowly he stumbled out of the car and landed on the grass.

"Hey, what happened? I called an ambulance. They're on the way. Can you walk?" She asked.

He coughed, he saw blood but then he realized he was still bleeding from his wounds. She helped him up and propped him up against the car. When he was stabilized she went and checked on Sam.

"He isn't breathing. I've been trying to get your attention for a couple of minutes."

With that, Dean nearly fell over, Sam couldn't be dead, he couldn't be… Stop it! He's going to be fine!

"…how long do you think it will be before the ambulance arrives?" he asked hoarsely.

"Um…a couple more minutes."

He needed to think, why had that truck hit them? If it were an accident, the driver might have stayed and seen if they were alright. But he hadn't, so where did he go? Maybe it was the demon? Well, 'I can't rule it out as an option,' he thought. He, could still be hanging around to see if they lived…Wait a minute, that girl, where did she come from? He couldn't move around to look for a car but he didn't think he saw one when getting out of the car. She was now in the other side checking on dad. She looked concerned but he couldn't tell if she was possessed or not. For now, he was going to have to trust her. Suddenly, Dean heard a gasp of breath and Sam began to breathe. She looked up and ran to him. He was alive and conscious but he was injured. They all were injured. 'We had the crap kicked out of us.' He was watching her helping Sam out of the car when he heard the sirens. The ambulance pulled alongside the car, the girl helped lead Sam to a stretcher while a paramedic came and helped Dean. They were in the car before he knew the condition of his dad. There were three paramedics and the driver. As soon as he was on the stretcher in the back they gave him morphine. Slowly he passed out of consciousness, the last thing he saw was Sam's blood-stained face as he was straining to see dad.

Dean woke up in a hospital bed there was a curtain closed around him. He could hear voices and see shadows through the curtain. Next to the curtain was a window, he could see that it was still dark outside but knew that sunrise wasn't far off. He called out,

"Hello, hey!"

After a couple of minutes the curtain opened and a doctor came towards the bed.

"Wuz up, doc? Where's my brother?"

"He's fine, he's lying over there." He pointed to where they had been standing before.

"And my dad?"

The doctor hesitated and then said, "he's… well, he's alive but barely. He got most of the damage because the car hit on his side. He's lucky to be alive."

"Where is he?"

"In Intensive Care, he will be fine. We have the best doctors to help him. You just worry about getting better."

'Yeah, right. Like I wouldn't worry.' dean thought.

Just then a nurse ran in and told the doctor he was needed in the ICU. As she was talking. Dean felt something. Something was off about her. The doctor ran out the door, she turned to follow him and Dean saw her eyes were black. He then knew that they had to get out of there as soon as possible. The doctor was going to the ICU, that's where dad is!' he thought. Sam was stirring next to him, he said one word, or rather a name, "Jess."

Dean could only wonder what that could mean. As he waited for Sam to wake up he tried to sleep but the morphine was wearing off. He could feel the pain slowly creep up his body. He became restless; he wanted to do something, he need to do something. His mind was racing. He had to get Sam, they needed to find dad. They needed to leave. Was that nurse possessed by a demon or the demon, the one that killed mom and Jessica? He didn't know. When he, the demon, had possessed dad, his eyes were green and yellow, not black. He started to think about whether there were more demons here, like the trap they set for them at the apartments where they held dad. They had to leave. Once Sam woke up they could sneak out; but what about dad? They couldn't leave him but… how could they escape from here if he was barely alive? The sound of the doctor coming back interrupted his thoughts. The doc looked worried.

"Doctor, what's going on?"

"It's your dad…he's in a coma."

"What?" His voice faltered.

"He's still alive but he's unconscious. A coma…"

"I know what a coma is!" he interrupted.

"I just don't know how it happened, he was stable but then, all of a sudden, he slipped out of consciousness. I don't know, it's just weird."

"What do you mean? What's weird?"

"Well, I had one of the nurses give him morphine, that shouldn't have caused him to go into a coma."

"Who was the nurse?"

"She was the one that came in here to tell me…what happened."

"Thanks, doc." he said, understanding what just happened.

The demon did it, he knows we need dad. Damnit! He desperately needed to leave.

Dean, being bored out of his mind, drifted off into an uneasy sleep. He was happy to be awoken…until he saw who it was. It was the girl from the side of the road, the one that called the ambulance. She had left flowers by Sam's bed, who was still asleep, and was now placing them beside Dean's bed. He looked over to her, struggling silently, between trusting her and thanking her for saving his family. He didn't speak, so she did.

"How are you?"

"Good." His morality stepped in and he said," thanks for calling the ambulance."

"No problem. I couldn't drive away after I saw the accident. I had to help. Where's the older man in the front seat?"

"He's in the ICU, he's in a coma." he said bluntly.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He could hear a slight accent in her voice.

"Yeah, me too. So, what are you doing here?"

"I came to check up on ya'll." She's from the south.

"Thanks but you didn't have to."

"Well, I just couldn't walk away, what can I say? Well, I better be going so you can rest. See ya."

"Wait… what's your name?"

"Halee. Yours?"

"Dean. Can you come back by again?"

"Sure."

She turned around and walked out the door. He didn't feel the way he did when the nurse walked in, maybe they could trust her.

"Hey." Sam said

"Hey." Dean replied.

"What happened? I remember the truck hitting us but I don't remember much else. I had…never mind. Where's dad?"

"A girl, Halee, found us and called for an ambulance. Listen, we have to leave, tonight."

"Why?"

"Because there are demons here."

"Where are we going to go? Have you thought about it?"

"No, not really. We just need to leave. Do you think you can walk?"

"Maybe, I haven't really tried, I just woke up."

"Alright, we still have most of the day to walk around. We leave an hour after sunset."

"Dean."

"Yea?"

"What about dad?"

"I don't think he's coming…"

"Why?"

"He's in a coma. There's no way we can just wheel him out and carry him around town. Which reminds me, what happened to my car?"

"Is he going to be alright? I don't think we should leave town without him at least."

"We won't need to leave town, just the hospital. I have an idea."

A nurse came in and helped Dean up, apparently he only suffered a minor neck injury. The wounds made by the demon had stopped bleeding but he would have scars. He was able to walk, a bit wobbly at first but soon he was back to his stride. Sam had more injuries, however, along with a neck injury; his legs were not as willing to walk yet. Although with the help of Dean he can make it. They were ready to leave, the doctor, showed his concern that they stay but they didn't tell him they were leaving anyway.

to be continued