Broken

Chapter one

Sam's hurt, Dean and Bobby come to the rescue! Did they arrive soon enough?

note: The boys are only mine in my dreams...sigh!

Blood pooled under his body, cooling, congealing. The cold concrete floor was working as a cooling table, lowering his body temperature more with every passing moment. He took a deeper breath and a shudder ran through his body. Pain filled eyes fluttered open and a soft moan left his lips. Groaning, he felt his body awaken in pain, pain telling him just how badly he was hurt.

His tongue tried to moisten his dry, cracked lips. He gathered what strength he had and rolled over, gasping in agony, pushing up his upper body until he was on hands and knees. Panting and trembling with exertion, he raised his head to take in his surroundings.

He was in a small room, possibly a storage unit with metal walls and a concrete floor. Wooden crates were stacked off to his left and scraps of wood and trash to his right. In front of him was a door, the kind that rolled up into the ceiling, like a garage door. It was shut.

Thoughts bounced around in his still foggy brain. What had happened to him? Where was Dean? Dean! A moment of panic had him looking about the room. Looking for his brother, he scanned the room and breathed a sigh of relief. Dean wasn't hurt. But where was he?

"Dean?" He spoke barely above a whisper.

Pain suddenly ripped through his body. He fell and doubled in on himself, hugging his ribs with his long arms.

Broken. The word flashed behind his eyes. He cried out and tried to roll left, off his broken ribs on the right, managing, finally to get some pressure off the side.

"Sam!" A far away voice wriggled in past the pain.

"Sammy! Where are you man?" Closer this time. Now he heard footsteps outside the door.

"Dean?" Weak but loud enough.

"Sam!" The voice becoming frantic as the door rattled but didn't move.

"It's padlocked Sam! I gotta shoot the lock off. Stay back!"

Sam didn't move, couldn't move. Blood loss was quickly taking any strength he had left.

Gunfire rang through the metal building. Sam jerked in response to the noise. Metal on metal and then the door was raising.

"Sam! What the hell, Sam?" Dean rushed over to, bile rising from his stomach as he saw the blood surrounding his brother. Fear clenched deep in him as he knelt down beside his brother. The blood was coming from a six inch gash down Sam's ribs into the soft tissue of his stomach. Blood still pooled in the wound even as Dean examined it.

"Dean?" Sam was trying to rise, his bloody hand grabbing Dean's flannel shirt. His eyes glazing and rolling to the back of his head.

"Sam! Sammy, don't do this! Stay with me bro. Come on, I'm gonna get you out of here and patched up. Bobby!" Dean yelled the name out into the hall.

Dean quickly tore his flannel shirt off, folded it and pressed it hard over the wound.

"Bobby! In here! Hurry!"Looking down at Sam's half closed eyes, his fear grew stronger.

"Shit, Sammy! You stay with me! You hear me, Sammy! Stay with me! That's an order!"

Sam managed a parched huf "It's Sam. I'm here De…" Even as he spoke, his eyes slid shut.

An older man in a flannel shirt and baseball cap was suddenly at the door. He took in Dean, Sam and the huge pool of blood. Quickly he was beside them.

"God! We have to get the boy to a hospital and fast, Dean!" Looking around he rose and pushed through the bits of metal and wood by the crates. Pulling out an old, decrepit wooden door from the mess.

Dragging it over to Sam's side he lay it as close to Sam as possible. Dean helped him get Sam onto the wooden slab. Quickly working together, they lifted the makeshift stretcher, and were out the door, down the hall and suddenly out into bright sun. Carrying Sam over to the waiting Impala. They opened both back doors, Dean helping to lift Sam off the board and pull him into the back, cradling his upper body and head in his lap, still keeping pressure on the wound.

Sam was white as a sheet. Trembling fingers felt for a pulse and Dean was relieved to feel a weak and thready beat.

"Bobby, we need to be there yesterday!" Dean growled. Looking down, he ran his left hand through his brother's shaggy, long hair.

"Sammy, can you hear me? Hang on okay? Just hang on man." Tear's glittered in Dean's eyes as he met Bobby's in the rearview mirror. Bobby was on his cell, talking to the hospital, telling them to be ready. Shutting the phone he spoke to Dean. "They'll waiting for us, kiddo."