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Awareness came back slowly, his head hurt and he thought it would be better to keep his eyes closed, at least until he got his bearings. Sam tried to remember what brought him to the situation he was in, lying on his back, cold and alone. Alone. Something was wrong about that. Finally his brain got up to speed and started connecting some of the dots. Dean. If Sam was hurt Dean was always the first one on the scene, so where was he? He looked around slowly, left, right, front but when he tried to turn and look behind him a shooting pain stabbed through him starting from his neck and moving throughout his body. It left him breathless and nauseous but he didn't have time to think about that because his quick search had failed to produce his older brother and that was a problem.
All Sam could see was pristine white all around him, even though it was dark the cold snow surrounding him was blinding. He panicked, where was his brother, was he buried somewhere hurt and alone? "Dean" he shouted the scream sending fresh waves of pain down his spine. He was met with silence and that scared him. He was alone in the dark and the snow with no idea where Dean was.
Sam needed to find Dean if he hurt this bad he could only imagine the state Dean was in. So Sam started the long painful process of trying to stand up. He got his right leg under him and tested it, feeling if it could hold his weight, it seemed fine. He tried the left leg next, but as soon as he put any pressure on it he knew it was a mistake. A growl of pain escaped his lips as he collapsed back down.
Looking down he saw that the snow around him had slowly started to turn red, so he looked down knowing the damage would be bad. When he found the source of the pain and blood his stomach decided to rebel, he got himself back under control and assessed. It was bad there was a considerably large piece of bone sticking out of his leg, near the ankle. It was safe to say that was broken
He couldn't give up though he had to find a way to get up and search for his brother, Dean needed him.
Dean had taken trips in and out of consciousness many times in his life, none of them were particularly pleasant and this one was no exception. His head was splitting, it literally felt as if someone had smashed it open with a hammer, the warm trickling sensation of blood dripping down his face didn't do anything to change those suspicions.
He tried to raise his throbbing head but decided that it wasn't the best idea when the edges of his vision started to blacken and dizziness and nausea assaulted him. Concussion, no doubt about it, wonderful. Just what he needed.
He tried to bring his hand up to feel where those bastards had hammered that nail but stopped when a stabbing pain pulsed in his wrist. Dean looked down dumbly, concussed head not able to process things fully.
When Dean caught sight of the offending limb he was dumbfounded, the thing was stuck in the steering wheel, somehow the pressure he put on it during the crash had bent the sides and his hand had slid through and gotten caught. "Fantastic" he whispered not wanting to talk too loudly and upset his aching head, "this night just keeps getting better"
When the pounding in his head died down to a bearable throb Dean took stock. Concussion, check, trapped in his own car, check, Sam, che. . .wait where was Sam? Something was wrong he hadn't heard one thing about his bad driving and there were no questions about whether he was alright or not.
Dean squinted through blurry vision at the passengers seat to see if his little brother was still out. Everything was hazy but even with his sight shot to hell he could tell that Sammy wasn't in the seat next to him, he was gone. His little brother, the one he had sworn to protect was missing and it was his fault. He had let his Dad down. But he was going to find Sammy no matter what, he wouldn't let his brother down again.
