Sorry for the long wait, but life has been extremely busy lately… I swear that teacher's always give more homework when I have a gymnastics competition (In Watertown, WI on Sunday!) coming up! Anyway, I have to make this quick, so enjoy the chapter and thank you for reading! -twiandsuperfan

Chapter 8

Dean hit the floor as fast as he could, dodging the bullet, and silently thanking the years of training. The glass of the cooler behind him shattered, sending sharp shards of glass flying on top of him. Dean yelped as one imbedded itself deep within his upper arm, instantly feeling the tacky flow of blood seeping into his shirt.

Another shot rang out, the bullet sailing past Dean, and hitting numerous pop bottles, which exploded upon impact. Pop sprayed across Dean, creating a sticky film to coat him.

"Crap." Dean muttered, feeling completely helpless without his gun.

"Have enough?" Asked the man with the gun.

"I don't know, I kind of like the free drink." Dean replied sarcastically.

"Really? How'd you like some more?" The man responded wickedly before firing the gun once again.

Dean gasped as the bullet penetrated his side, before coming to stop somewhere within his abdomen. He cried out in pain, and desperately tried to stem the heavy flow of blood running onto the floor. He could see black around the edges of his vision, as it slowly consumed him…

Back in the car, Sam laid hunched over the bucket in anticipation, as his stomach rolled. He really wished that Dean were here right now to comfort him in some way, but knew that they had to try something, or else his future would not be so bright.

Sam groaned has his stomach clenched painfully, sending his stomach into useless spasms. He coughed as he tried to quench his nausea, only to bring on more useless heaves. He considered calling Dean, but figured that he couldn't say much anyway, so he just waited it out.

Somewhere in-between heaves, he thought that he heard a gunshot. After waiting for a few seconds, he chalked it all up to his high fever, and tried to subdue the fire that was burning in his stomach.

Bang!

Now that he most definitely heard! He shot up in his seat, swaying when the world tilted around him, and reached for the glove box, terrified when he found Dean's gun still laying in it.

"Oh, no!" Sam whispered horrified.

Just then another shot rang out, followed with the unmistakable scream of Dean.

"Dean!" Sam yelled out hopelessly. He had to do something!

Sam grabbed the forgotten gun from the glove box, before opening the car door. He coughed harshly as the cold air collided with his sensitive lungs. He folded in two, grabbing at his chest as it burst out in pain.

"Definitely a broken rib." Sam thought to himself as the fit ended.

He was beyond dizzy and standing was not helping his pounding head at all, but he knew that Dean was in trouble! He quickly straightened himself up, grabbing onto the car as his knees buckled.

Just then, he heard the roar of an engine, coming around the corner. Grasping the gun in his hand he turned around to the new threat.

"Bad idea." Sam thought before collapsing onto the ground and beginning to gag. The motion made his broken rib throb, and he could see black dots dancing around in his line of blurring vision.

"Sam!" A voice yelled out.

"Was that Bobby?" Sam questioned himself. He felt a gruff hand on his back, rubbing small circles soothingly. "It's Bobby." Sam concluded.

"Sam, breathe with me." Bobby demanded as he pulled Sam into his lap.

"D'n, inside, gunshot, help." Sam muttered while trying to catch his breath.

"What's that, Sam?" Bobby questioned.

"D'n, hurt, inside, go!" Sam commanded, pushing weakly against Bobby.

Bobby, finally understanding what Sam meant, quickly stood up, grabbing the gun out of Sam's limp hand.

"I'll be back." Bobby told Sam. Sam gave a thumbs up before falling against the trusted Impala, knowing that Bobby could take care of Dean.

Bobby entered the store with his gun raised, instantly seeing Dean curled on the floor, groaning in pain.

"Bobby! Watch out!" Dean yelled out in a pain filled cry.

Bobby quickly darted his eyes to the man aiming a gun at him. Bobby wasted no time in aiming and firing at the man, who instantly dropped dead on the floor.

After making sure that all threats were gone, Bobby sprinted over to where Dean lay on the floor. A large puddle of blood was forming around him, and Bobby could see the large piece of glass sticking out from Dean's arm.

"What happened?" Bobby asked.

"Burglary I guess, forgot my gun." Dean smirked before grimacing.

"Idjit," Bobby muttered before seeing the increased pallor of Dean's skin. "Did you get shot anywhere?" Bobby questioned.

"My side. Dumbass has a good aim." Dean answered.

Bobby quickly noted the mass amount of blood gushing from Dean's side.

"Mind if I take a look?" Bobby asked.

Dean shook his head, signaling for Bobby to proceed.

Bobby lifter up Dean's shirt, but all he could see was blood.

"Dean, I'm gonna have to clean this up a bit."

"Okay." Dean responded.

Bobby grabbed a roll of paper towel and a bottle of alcohol from the aisles, bringing them back to Dean's side.

"Hang in there kid." Bobby said when he saw Dean starting to fade.

"Sam alright?" Dean questioned. Leave it to Dean to be worrying about his brother as he is slowly bleeding out.

"He was trying to get out of the car when I pulled in, guess he heard me and turned around a bit too quick. He was hurling when I got to him."

"Go check on him." Dean requested.

"Let's get you fixed up first."

Bobby took the paper towel and doused it in alcohol, before placing it on Dean's wound. Dean hissed in pain, and instantly arched off the ground.

"Breathe, Dean, come on, just like your Daddy taught you." Bobby instructed before pouring more alcohol over the wound. This time Dean screamed in pain before catching himself, and resolving to pant.

Bobby put a soothing hand on Dean's forehead, frowning when he found it slightly warm.

Just then Sam staggered through the door, leaning heavily against the frame, looking ghostly pale.

"Sam!" Both Bobby and Dean yelled as Sam's eyes rolled back in his head, sending him sprawling to the floor. Dean's heart nearly stopped when he saw Sam convulsing.

I have had numerous requests for Sam to have a seizure… so you finally got one! Haha, I feel so evil. Do you think Sam will be alright? How about Dean? If you have any suggestions for this story, or an idea for future stories, please let me know! Thanks again for reading!

-Twiandsuperfan