I just want to say thanks to everyone who read and reviewed this story. It means a lot to me to know that people appreciate my attempts at writing. Ok, chick flick moment over. Keep in mind my medical knowledge is limited so some of this may be incorrect. On to the story.

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Previously: Caleb sent up a silent prayer and had to hold back the tears as he whispered, "Hold on Deuce, help is here."

Caleb tried to get his arm out from under Dean so he could open the back door of the car. At some point he had moved into the back set with Dean and Dean was lying with his head I Caleb's lap. Dean was still unbelievably pale, and he was barely breathing. Sometimes Caleb had to lean over just to make sure Dean was still breathing. Those few moments when he wasn't sure if his best friend was still alive were some of the scariest moments in his life. Dean had yet to regain consciousness, and his face appeared calm and peaceful.

Right after Caleb opened up the door, the face of his father appeared in the door well, with Pastor Jim right behind him. Bobby wrenched open the other back door. All three men were captivated by the image of a seemingly dead Dean lying on his best friend. Caleb just stared at his father with a slightly dazed expression on his face. He had sat alone in silence for so long that it felt weird to have another person there. Originally he tried turning on the radio, but all he got was some weird old people music and static. He quickly decided that silence was the best option. The cold wind blowing in from outside was also biting his skin. He had been in his little world of warmth for so long he had forgotten that it was so cold outside.

Finally Mac's voice broke through his haze, as his father rested a hand on his shoulder and said, "You okay Caleb?"

He stuttered for a second then forced out, "Yeah Dad, I'm okay. Dean's the one you need to worry about."

"All right, let me take a look."

Mac did not like what he saw. Dean's lips were a pale shade of blue. This is either a sign of cyanosis or stage two hypothermia. It's obvious that he has entered one of the later stages of hypothermia, and he seems to be having some trouble breathing so I can't tell which is the cause. His skin was pale where it was not covered in dried blood. The visible injuries he had sustained were mostly superficial, but some appeared to be a much bigger problem.

Caleb knew what to expect when Mac peeled back the few jackets and blankets Caleb could find, but the other three men had no clue what to expect. While Mac checked Dean over with a detached sense of urgency, Caleb saw Jim and Bobby slightly recoil and share worried glances.

"How is he doing Macland?" Jim whispered from his position slightly outside of the car. He loved Dean, and it broke his heart to see the boy in such a state. The fact that he appeared comatose was not helping either.

Mac straightened up outside of the car and rubbed a hand across his face. HE then answered, "He's still severely hypothermic, but most of the wound appear to just be superficial. The main concern right now should be warming him up. Everything else can be dealt with afterwards.

Bobby finally chimed in with, " All right then, let's get these boys out of here."

Pastor Jim supported Dean's head while Mac grabbed Dean by the shoulders as they pulled him out of the car. Caleb helped guide his friends limp body out. Eventually Dean's boots dropped into the snow with a dull thud. Bobby came around, and picked up Dean's feet and proceeded to help Jim carry the boy into the waiting vehicle.

Caleb was in the process of getting out of the car when his father approached, and helped him stand up.

"Are you okay Caleb?" His paternal instincts were kicking in and he was worried about his son. His moving was awkward and stiff and he'd barely said anything since they got there.

'Yeah dad, I'm fine, just a little stiff is all. Sitting in a small space in the same position for a while will do that to you."

"All right then, lets et you in the car."

With that both the Ames men turned and walked towards their ride to civilization and warmth.