A/N: Word: Ditch. Vague spoilers up to the beginning of Season 3. Was originally planning this differently. My buddy TraSan made me giggle, so here's a little hurt!Sammy just for her. Ended up being another double drabble. I'll try not to make a habit of that. :D

Disclaimer: Don't own them. Never will. Not even in my dreams do they belong to me.

He heard a screech of tires, looked back just in time to see the minivan hit his brother and take off.

"Sam!" Oh, god, please be ok! "Sammy!"

He dialed 911 as he ran, knowing he couldn't fix this himself. The sight that awaited him nearly stopped his heart. Sam was pale, motionless, face down in the ditch. He frantically checked for a pulse, made sure he was breathing, and prayed for the ambulance to hurry.

"I'm here, Sammy. Help's on the way. Don't you quit on me. I got nothing left to trade if you do."

Sam turned in time to see minivan moments before it struck, felt himself land in the ditch. He heard his brother call for him and knew he would be ok.

When he woke again, it was to the familiar sounds and smells of a hospital; heart monitor, antiseptic, and his brother's breathing.

"Dean?"

He watched Dean go from sleep to fully alert in seconds. "Sam? How ya feeling?"

"Like I was hit by a car."

"Not funny, Sammy."

"It was a little funny."

"Of all the things I've taught you, that's what you remember?"

A/N: For those not as familiar with my stories, I never, NEVER write deathfics, not even for a drabble. I love them too much to leave them dead. Beat to hell, yes. Dead, NO. Oh, and for those wondering, I am going to write an ending for Unprepared. Just as soon as I add chapters for Perchance to Dream and Monophobia. Can't leave the story with that kind of ending.