*I wrote this awhile ago but I just thought I'd share it now. Read and review.

Edgar grabbed Dean by the front of his jacket and threw him with incredible ease across the scrap yard. Smashing the windshield of a nearby car, Dean rolled off the hood unable to stop himself before his leg took all his weight in the fall.

He heard it snap. Felt the blinding, sickening pain. His stomach went cold when he saw a bloody something sticking out of his leg. He knew what it was, but he was already verging on passing out so he couldn't think about that now.

He squinted over at Sam and saw him fighting with Edgar. Through blurring vision, Dean spotted a car dangling from the crane a few feet behind the black goo leaking bastard, and looked around for the crane controls. He grabbed it off the hood of the car he'd wrecked and scanned it for the release button. He looked up to see if Edgar was under it yet just as Sam yelled,

"Dean, now!"

Dean hit the button as Edgar swung a crowbar at Sam, who managed to duck under it Matrix-style. Had he not been in so much pain, Dean would've mentioned it. He made a mental note to do so later.

The car smashed on top of Edgar, splattering the ground with black goo. Sam caught his breath and then turned back to Dean, who at this point had run out of adrenaline and was getting closer to shock.

Sam ran to him, dropping to his knees to assess the damage.

"Crap, Dean," Sam muttered peeking through the bloody hole in Dean's pant leg to see the bone sticking through.

Dean nodded with a grimace, breathing hard, "Yeah, I know, help me up."

Sam stood up, mirroring Dean's movements as he tried to stand on his good leg. But his body was shaking too much now for one leg to support him. In an instinctual move to stabilize himself he put his bad leg down and failed to stifle a yell, as he collapsed. Sam caught him under the arms.

"Dean-"

He'd passed out. Sam gave him a gentle shake, "Dean, hey, c'mon..."

Dean stirred dazedly and then seemed to give up and pass out again. Sam set him back down on the ground and then picked him up, doing his best not to touch Dean's leg as he scooped him up in his arms.

He carried him back to the car with surprisingly little effort and laid him down in the backseat to give him room for his leg.

Five minutes into the drive to any hospital but Sioux Falls, Dean's phone rang.

"S'mmy?" Dean slurred.

He was definitely in shock now, and Sam reached back to grab Dean's phone.

"Hello?"

"Sam? What's going on? What happened to you? Where's your soap opera star brother?"

Sam would've noted how he'd never heard Bobby so panicked but he was overwhelmed by the sheer fact that Bobby was alive.

"Bobby! Thank god, we thought you were dead. We're fine, I mean- Dean's leg is broken. I'm driving over to the hospital now but, what happened? Where are you?"

"I just got back and saw my damn house burnt down! Went out for a supply run and I come back and see my goddamn-" Bobby stopped short, he breathed out, reigning in his emotions, "...So, are you alright, boy? How's the melon?"

Sam pressed his stitched hand hard into the steering wheel, felt the reality of it. Felt Dean's words in his memory grounding him.

"I'm better."

There was a pause and Bobby continued, "That's good, you keep doing whatever yoga crap you're doing. You're one of the strongest men I know, boy. If anyone could handle a side of crazy, it's you."

Sam smiled, knowing that that was Bobby's way of saying, thank god, you're okay, I just want you to be okay.

"I'll take the compliment," Sam said, which meant, we're gonna be okay, Bobby, "What's the closest hospital other than Sioux Falls?"