"Lay still for God's sake, Dean!" Sam had a worried look in his eyes when he looked over at his older brother. "Nope… I'm good Sammy!" Dean said while he tried getting up, not sure what had hit him yet. He easily got into a sitting position, and then he tried to put his legs below him. He ended up wincing and clutching his right knee. The pain almost made his eyes pop, then he looked down towards his legs. The left one looking neat and dandy… While the right leg had an unnatural 90 degree bend… It actually pointed out to its side. "SON OF A BITCH!" Dean exclaimed when a shock of pain, white-hot pain, ran throughout his leg.
Suddenly Dean remembered that they had been on a hunt and he looked around. Sam seemed to realize what Dean thought. "I took care of it…" he said calmly, "You were out for a while, you see." Dean looked up at his brother, and he saw a saddened face. He felt guilty, guilty for getting himself hurt in the middle of a hunt, leaving Sammy to his own… "I think we should call mom or dad, Dean…" Sammy started to state. "the car is too freaking long away… I think it's almost ten miles to where it is, and it is gonna take forever to get to it like this!" Sam motioned to his brother's leg, and Dean knew what he meant. They had done their fair chair of moments limping back to the car. It always went slow… Ten miles would really take forever…
Sam picked up his phone, no signal… He really didn't want to leave Dean alone, out here in the woods… "Man, really?" Sam questioned, searching around with his phone. "Dean, I need to go closer to the highway to get a reception…" That was all he could say, before he was interrupted by Dean… "Well, what are you standing here for? Just go… I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself…" Dean winked. Sam started to walk around the trees nearby, and then he approached Dean again, carrying a clasp of firewood, and he lighted it. "That'll keep you warm…" he affirmed, then he left his jacket with Dean, and went off in the direction of the car.