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SN ch 2
Dean felt like a truck had ran him down, then he realized that the rogue bear responsible for tearing up the camp was attacking him. A burst of fire ripped through his chest, eliciting a scream of pain from him.
In the back of his mind, he heard a voice from a wilderness class that his dad had made him take in high school,
'Now class, in the very unlikely event that a bear should attack you, try to roll into a ball and play dead. If you are unable to do this, a hit on the nose should effectively stun the bear for a few seconds.'
Dean managed to hit the beast's nose. The bear backed off for a second and Dean tried to roll into a ball. Pain ripped through his arm, then he heard gunshots and felt the bear crumple beside him. A second later Sam was leaning over Dean, trying to see how badly the bear had mauled him.
Dean had four bloody gashes across his chest, and four more across his arm.
"Oh, crap," involuntarily fell from Sam's mouth. Then, realizing what he had said, told Dean "You'll be ok. It's not too bad."
Dean managed to grind out between clenched teeth, "Liar, how bad?"
Sam reassessed his brother's condition. Blood ran freely from both the chest and arm wounds. Both looked nasty, and needed to be cleaned and stitched. Dean was screwed and they both knew it.
"It's not too bad," Sam lied, "He only got you in the chest and arm." As Sam talked he took off his jacket and over shirt, and proceeded to tear it into strips and wrap them around the wounds to try and staunch the bleeding.
"I'm going to get these patched up and then we're going back to the Impala and I'll take you to a hospital. And don't argue because bear's claws have got to carry a lot of bacteria,"
"Shut-up," Dean growled. "You're babbling and you do that when you get nervous. How bad is it, for real?"
"The ones on your arm aren't too bad, and the bleeding has almost stopped. But the ones on your chest are pretty deep, and are bleeding pretty freely," Sam confessed. "I'm going to wrap them up and then we're out of here."
Dean's only response was a slight nod of his head. By the time Sam had the wounds bandaged, the sun had set and a light rain had started. Sam said a quick prayer, hoping that they could find help and that Dean would be okay.
"OK, big brother, time to get you up." Dean, not relishing the thought of standing much less walking asked, "Do I have to?" not caring in the least that he sounded like a petulant five-year-old.
"'Fraid so. Come on, I'll help you," Sam proceeded to more or less pull Dean upright.
The movement sent shards of pain all through his battered body, and Dean had to steel himself against crying out in pain.
Sam put Dean's uninjured arm around his neck, his own arm around Dean's waist, and they slowly started on their way. After the first few steps, though, Sam realized he wasn't sure which way the Impala was. He had gotten tuned around when the bear attacked. Saying another quick prayer, Sam hoped that they were going in the right direction, and the two brothers set out on a path to find Dean some much-needed help.
After they had been walking for about twenty minutes, the bottom fell out and the rain came pouring down.
Sam growled. 'Could anything else go wrong?' he thought. Ten minutes after that, Dean started stumbling. He was not even able to walk strait anymore.
"Come on Dean; let's sit down for a few minutes." Sam suggested as he eased his brother down under a tree.
The rain was still pouring down around them, and Sam didn't know how much longer Dean would last. His chest was bleeding and he seemed barely coherent.
Sam bent down to Dean, "Hey, how are you doing?"
Dean looked at him miserably, "Not so good. Are we almost there?"
This admission scared the crap out of Sam. Dean never admitted to weakness unless it was really bad. He didn't want to inform Dean that he had not clue where they were, or whether they were close to the Impala or not, so he decided to fib to make Dean feel better.
"Soon, big brother, soon. Just stay right here. I'm going to scout ahead a little bit, OK?"
Dean was too tired and in too much pain to talk, or even to realize that Sam didn't know where they were, so he just nodded.
Sam stood up and continued on in the direction they had been heading, hoping and praying to see some sign that civilization was near. After walking for about fifteen minutes, Sam thought he spied some lights in the distance. He was torn between checking out the lights and getting back to his brother. The worry for his brother won out and Sam jogged back to where Dean was resting on the semi-dry ground under the tree.
Sam had to shake Dean a few times before he opened his eyes.
"Hey Sammy." Dean looked at him questioningly. "Where did you go?" This scared Sam more than he would have liked. He had told Dean where he was going. Leaning in Sam placed his hand on Dean's forehead, it was warm.
'Crap, he's already got infection setting in. Please Lord, let those lights be shelter.' Sam thought.
As Sam helped Dean up, he told him, "I think I saw a house or something not too far away, so we're almost there. Just hang on a bit longer. You'll be ok, I promise."
Dean said nothing; he just grimaced in pain as he slowly stood up. The two brothers gradually made their way toward the far off light.
They finally made it to where Sam had sent the light, when Dean collapsed against Sam.
"Come on Dean, please don't so this," Sam pleaded. "We're almost there. Please Dean."
Dean heard his little brother's pleading voice from seemingly far off. 'What does Sam want me to do?' Then he remembered the bear, and the long trek for help, and realized that he had collapsed on Sam. Dean roused himself enough that he could move on without leaning on Sam so much.
Now the two brothers could make out the shape of a cabin. Sam helped Dean, and they soon made their way to the cabin's front door and knocked, both hoping that the help they so desperately was just inside.
