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Shortly after the accident, the reality of the situation started to settle in Sam's head. He and Eileen had come painfully close to turning DJ and Lucifer into orphans. As he was loaded into an ambulance, he started to realize how much pain he was in. He'd had enough broken bones to know his arm was likely broken and was pretty bruised up. He needed to be taken to the hospital and checked out.
An officer leaned into the ambulance and watched as the EMT started an IV in Sam's arm. "We've called your brother," he explained. "He's on his way to the hospital."
"Thank you," Sam took a deep breath. He knew Dean had to be freaking out.
As the police officer stepped aside, Sam noticed a woman standing a few feet away. Without his glasses, it took an extra second for his eyes to adjust and focus on her face. He squinted for a moment before finally recognizing her as Amara. A warm smile spread across her lips as she waved at him before the ambulance doors shut.
As the ambulance lurched into motion, speeding towards the hospital, Sam's mind whirled with questions and uncertainties. The image of Amara lingered in his thoughts like a ghostly apparition, haunting him with its enigmatic allure. Had she been the one who saved them from going into that river?
Sam closed his eyes and did his best to relax. He wasn't going to get any answers right now, so there was no point in worrying about it.
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Dean was in shock. Sam had been in a terrible car accident while they were transporting Eileen. The police officer who called said that Sam and Eileen were alive but were being taken to the hospital. Dean left DJ with Mary before picking up Lucifer from school to take him to see their parents. He knew that Lucifer would be upset if he wasn't kept updated on the situation.
Lucifer sat in the backseat of the Impala, his young face etched with worry and confusion. Dean could see the fear in his nephew's eyes and wished he could offer him some semblance of comfort, but the weight of the situation hung heavy on both of them. The drive to the hospital felt like an eternity, each passing moment filled with a sense of impending dread.
"Are Mom and Dad going to be okay?" Lucifer's small voice broke the silence, his words laden with anxiety.
Dean glanced at him through the rearview mirror, his heart clenching at seeing the boy's distress. "They're fighters, buddy. They're gonna pull through this."
As they arrived at the hospital, Dean hurriedly led Lucifer through the maze of corridors until they reached the waiting area outside the emergency room. Time seemed to stand still as they sat side by side, each lost in their own thoughts and fears.
"Come on, little guy," Dean helped Luci up into a chair. "Sit right here while I talk to someone and figure out what's going on."
Lucifer opened his backpack and pulled out a workbook. Considering the situation, he knew no one was going to make him do his homework, but doing his reading homework might distract him.
After a few minutes, he looked up from his book and saw Dean talking away to a woman behind a counter. He returned to Lucifer with a heavy sigh, sinking into the chair beside him.
"Uncle Dean, what's going on? Are they okay?" Lucifer's voice trembled with emotion, his worry palpable in the air.
Dean put a comforting hand on Lucifer's shoulder, trying to muster a reassuring smile despite the fear gnawing at his insides. "The doctors are taking care of them right now. We just need to wait."
Lucifer nodded solemnly, clutching his workbook tightly as if seeking solace in its familiar pages.
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With a low, guttural groan, Sam slowly opened his eyes. The sterile smell of the hospital flooded his senses as he struggled to piece together what had happened. He remembered being wheeled into the cold, white operating room, his broken arm hanging limp at his side. Beyond that, there was only a murky fog of pain and confusion. Sweat prickled on his brow as he tried to focus, but the memories remained elusive, like trying to grab onto a cloud.
Sam's gaze shifted downward, and he took notice of his arm securely encased in a plaster cast. He knew he was lucky to walk away from that accident with only a broken arm. It could have been a lot worse.
The door to his room opened, and a tall doctor entered. "Good to see you awake, Mr. Winchester," the doctor said with a warm smile. I'm Dr. Collins, your attending physician. How are you feeling?"
Sam winced slightly as he shifted in the hospital bed, feeling soreness in places he didn't even know could ache. "I've been better," he managed to say, his voice hoarse.
Dr. Collins nodded understandingly, adjusting his glasses as he checked Sam's chart. "You were in a serious accident, but you're one tough cookie. Your arm is fractured, and you have some bruising, but nothing life-threatening."
Sam exhaled a sigh of relief, grateful that the worst was behind him. His thoughts immediately went to Eileen, and he turned to the doctor with concern etched on his features. "What about my wife? Is she okay?"
The doctor's expression softened as he placed a reassuring hand on Sam's shoulder. "Eileen is awake and talking. She does have a fractured hand, but that seems about it. According to her ultrasound, the baby is safe and healthy. We're going to get you out of here as soon as possible, but given Eileen's situation, we'd like to keep her a couple days to make sure she's good."
Sam felt a wave of relief wash over him at the news of Eileen and their unborn child being safe. He couldn't imagine the horror of losing them in the accident. Gratitude filled his heart as he thanked the doctor, a newfound sense of determination igniting within him to be there for his family.
"Your brother and son are here," the doctor explained. "Would you like to see them?"
Sam nodded eagerly, a mix of emotions swirling within him as he prepared to reunite with Dean and Lucifer. The doctor left the room, and Sam was left alone with his thoughts, contemplating the fragility of life and the strength of family bonds that held them all together in times of crisis.
Before long, the door swung open again, and Dean entered, his face a mask of relief and concern. Behind him, Lucifer peeked in, his eyes widening at the sight of his injured father.
"Sammy," Dean's voice was thick with unshed emotion. He crossed the room to stand next to Sam's bed. "I thought I lost you back there."
Their brotherly connection is a source of solace in the midst of chaos. "I'm still here, Dean. And I'm not going anywhere."
Lucifer tentatively approached the bed, his young features etched with worry. "Daddy, are you okay?" the child's voice quivered with concern as he stood by the bedside, his eyes swimming with unshed tears.
Sam mustered a weak smile for his son, reaching out a hand to ruffle Lucifer's hair. "I'm okay, kiddo. Just a little banged up. But I'll be back to causing trouble before you know it," he joked, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere in the room.
Lucifer managed a small smile at his father's attempt at humor, but the worry still lingered in his eyes. "I was so scared, Daddy. I thought...I thought..." His voice trailed off, unable to voice the terrifying thoughts that had plagued his young mind during the drive to the hospital.
"Come on here with Dad," Sam patted the bed beside him.
Lucifer climbed up on the bed and sat down next to his father. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around his father.
Dean watched the tender moment between father and son, his heart swelling with a mix of gratitude and sadness. He knew how close Lucifer was to Sam, and seeing them embrace now brought a bittersweet sense of relief. Lucifer's tears dampened Sam's hospital gown as he clung to his father, seeking comfort in their shared embrace. Sam held him close with his good arm, his own eyes welling up with unshed tears at the sight of his son's vulnerability.
"Hey, it's okay, Luci," Sam murmured softly, rubbing his son's back in soothing circles. "Have you heard the good news?"
"What good news?" the child asked, clearing his face with a shirt sleeve.
"Your mother is awake," Sam explained. He was aware that he had to inform Luci about the arrival of their new baby, but he also understood that now wasn't the ideal moment to share such news. "She woke up during the accident."
Lucifer's eyes widened in disbelief, a mix of relief and joy flooding his young features. "Mom is awake awake? Really?" His voice was hopeful as he looked up at his father for confirmation.
Sam nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips as he witnessed the sheer happiness in Lucifer's eyes. "Yeah, she's awake and doing well."
Dean couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat as he watched Sam and Lucifer interact. Despite everything they had been through, seeing their family together in a moment like this reminded him of the strength and resilience they all possessed.
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Lucifer was beyond excited. He was actually getting to see his mother. He would be able to talk to her, and she would respond. That simple act felt like a luxury. His father was talking to the doctor about getting released, so Lucifer was being walked down to his mother's room by Dean. He peeked in the door and sat her lying in bed, staring out the window.
"Mommy!" he rushed over and climbed into the bed. "I missed you!"
"Oh, Luci," she said, wrapping an arm around her son. I missed you too."
A smile spread across Dean's face as he stepped to the side, relieved that Eileen was finally awake. Her injury had affected the entire family, especially little Lucifer. Dean couldn't help but fear that history would repeat itself, that Sam would lose another loved one and spiral into an obsession for revenge. He saw all the warning signs and worried for his brother's well-being.
"I didn't think you were ever gonna wake up," the child confessed.
Lucifer nestled closer to his mother, feeling the weight of worry and fear lifting from his young shoulders. He was just grateful to have her back, to hear her voice and feel her comforting presence. The room was filled with a sense of relief and hope as the family reunited, their bond stronger than ever in the face of adversity.
Eileen's brow furrowed as she held her son tightly. Luci seemed so fragile in her embrace. She could sense that her already slender son had even lost more weight. "Have you been eating baby?"
"Sometimes," the child shrugged, his eyes darting away from his mother.
"He's been pretty worried about you," Dean said, seeing how nervous his nephew was.
Eileen's heart ached at the thought of Luci carrying such a heavy burden on his young shoulders. She pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, her touch soothing. "You don't need to worry, sweetheart. I'm here now, and I'm going to be okay. How was your dance?" Eileen questioned, trying to change the subject. "I'm so sorry I missed it."
Luci pulled back and looked up at his mother in shock. "How did you know about that? You were sleeping.
Eileen knew she didn't need to burden him with the truth. He didn't need to know her soul; he had been wondering about the hospital for months. "I don't need to be awake to know what's going on with my little boy."
Lucifer's eyes widened in wonder at his mother's words, a mixture of awe and comfort washing over him as he gazed up at her. "Are you gonna come home soon?"
"I think they want to hold me a couple more days," she explained. "They want to make sure the baby and I don't need anything else before we go home."
"Baby?" that word shocked Luci. Was his Mom going to have another baby?
Eileen placed a hand protectively over her abdomen, her smile softening at Lucifer's reaction. "Yes, sweetheart. You're going to have a little brother or sister soon. I thought your father told you."
Lucifer's eyes widened in astonishment at the news of a new sibling on the way. His heart swelled with a mix of excitement and apprehension at the thought of becoming an older brother again. He glanced over at Dean, seeking confirmation, and his uncle nodded with a proud smile.
"It's true, Luci. You're going to have a little sibling to look after," Dean reassured him, his voice filled with warmth.
"How come I'm the last to know?" he frowned.
"I'm sure your Dad didn't want to worry you," Dean suggested. "Besides, you aren't the last to know. Mary and Bobby don't know."
"Is it a boy or a girl?" Lucifer tried to push aside the feeling of exclusion.
"I don't know yet," Eileen explained. "I had an ultrasound to check on the baby, but I didn't want to find out the sex until your daddy could be there."
As Lucifer processed the news of the impending arrival of a new sibling, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over him. He felt a mixture of excitement and uncertainty about what this latest addition to the family would mean for him. Would he have to share his toys and his room? Would his parents have less time for him once the baby arrived? His mind raced with questions and doubts as he tried to wrap his head around the idea of becoming an older brother once again.
"Why don't you come to the ultrasound with Mom and Dad when it's time?" his mother suggested. "Then you'll be one of the first people to know if it's a boy or a girl."
Lucifer's eyes lit up at the prospect of being involved in the ultrasound and being among the first to know the baby's gender. "I'd like that."
Eileen pulled her child close to her chest and just held him there. She'd come so close to losing her family, and she was never going to let it happen again.