A/N: Since darling Sammy is out for the count, I thought we'd do another Dean chapter. Nobody minds, right? Thanks so much to Sara B, EmCWolf, Falchion, Naivaraeladrin, afreckledangel, Sammysmissinghoe, Dani, and Jenna for reviewing! You guys are fantastic! I know I say it very time but I really can't believe how many people actively read and enjoy this. Woo! Alright. To the chapter! (And yeah, I updated early again! But the chapter is short. Still...)
-Jaq
Dean winces, putting as much pressure as he can on the wound. "BOBBY!" he yells again, but he hears footsteps, and breathes a sigh of relief.
Bobby's down there in a heartbeat. His eyes widen as he sees Sam and Dean, and then the gun lyimg by Sam's hand.
"Take care of Sam," Dean grits out. "He's not dead. I'll be fine." Thoughts race through his brain. SamSamSamSamSam. Is Sam okay? If...when he heals, will he be over his addiction? Did the purging work?
A cry of pain escapes, and Dean fees his eyes start to water. A gutshot hurts.
Bobby frowns, but he quickly moves over to Sam. The frown deepens as he unbuttons Sam's shirt to examine the wound.
"It's pretty close to the heart," Bobby said. "I think it ricocheted off one of his ribs, splintering it, and buried itself in his chest." A sigh. "It...it doesn't look good, Dean."
"Yeah, I can see that," Dean grunts. "Can you take the bullet out?"
Bobby pokes and prods a bit more. Suddenly, his face grows pale. "Dean, I think he punctured a lung."
Dean swears profusely. "So can you take the damn bullet out or not?"
"We need to get him to the hospital. You too, probably."
Nodding tightly, Dean attempts to stand. Failing miserably, he looks down at his wound. His stomach is covered in shining red blood, and Dean thinks he's going to pass out from the pain. Another gasping cry escapes, and Dean sees more blood leak out. So much blood.
Meanwhile, Bobby's ties Sam's shirt around his injury and pulls out a phone, dialing nine one-one. He's facing away from them, but Dean can see how tense the veteran hunter is. "Yes, hello, I'm at Singer Salvage- yeah, that's right. I've got two young men here with serious gunshot wounds. Yeah, we've got pressure on them. Alright. Thanks." He hangs up. "Ambulance'll be here in five. Keep pressure on that, alright Dean? I'm gonna go get some towels. I'll be back in a minute."
Before he goes,.Bobby shuts the door to the panic room. Dean half-smiles inwardly at what the cops would think of the panic room. Suddenly, he sobers. Sam. Dean can faintly see his brother's chest moving up and down in a haphazard, irregular manner. He can also see that one side is caving in a lot more than it was inflating, and Dean forgets his own wound briefly because that did not look normal, or good.
Aside from that, Dean worries, his forehead creasing, what are the docs gonna think of the bruises on Sam's wrists and ankles that are clearly the result of being held against his will? Sam's dehydrated, dirty, exhausted, mortally injured, and has friggin' handcuff marks on his wrists and ankles. From an outsider's perspective, it looks like Sam's been abused, kidnapped, or both. Dean grimaces.
Suddenly, Dean vomits, blood and bile (but blood- so much blood) spewing out of his mouth. He groans, and retches again. Blood drips out of his mouth, and he can taste its coppery tang along with the sour, disgusting taste of bile.
Dean feels the pain and blood loss start to pull at him, and spots dance before his eyes. Everything's out of focus, and he can't seem to blink out of it.
Dean squeezes his stomach, almost blacking out from the pain. He gives an anguished cry, closing his eyes and focusing on staying consious.
He isn't sure how long he does this, but the next thing he knows Bobby's standing over him, shaking him gently but urgently. There are towels next to him, but Bobby isn't even moving to get them. Fear and worry shine in his eyes, and Dean snaps back to reality.
"Dean," Bobby says, worry coating the syllable, "where's Sam?"
Dean blink his eyes several times. Sam is nowhere to be seen. Even his blood is gone, leaving no trace of the young man.
They begin to hear the ambulance, but Dean would rather have Bobby dig out the bullet without anesthesia at this point, because he has no idea where Sammy is. And that's never, not even once, led to something good.
A/N 2: Any guesses as to where Sam is? I know, I know, another cliffhanger...I just really like them! I'll be in my panic room if you need me. Don't forget to leave a review and make me happy and more inclined to update faster! I really do have more motivation when you guys review, so...yeah. Thanks for reading!
-Jaq
