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The first thing Dean was aware of was falling, it seemed like he'd never stop, but then as suddenly as his descent through the rough terrain had begun, it ended as he hit a ledge with a thud.

He lay there, for a moment, trying to assess how badly he was injured. Chest hurts… at least a couple of broken ribs. Still conscious, so probably no concussion. He shifted slightly, and swore not too quietly as pain tore through him. Okay, that is not good. Not going to be moving again. Probably bleeding internally. He noticed a wetness seeping through his shirt. Maybe externally too. And to add to it his torture it felt like he probably had broken his pelvis too… Hold that, his arm as well, almost certainly.

Unaware of Dean's rapidly deteriorating condition, Bobby was busily trying to take down the wendigo, which as it turned out there was only one of. He was being knocked in every direction, but somehow he managed to fire off a shot from the flare gun he was carrying, which hit the beast straight in the heart.

The creature howled as it was engulfed by flames, but Bobby however took in celebration in his victory as he realised that Dean was no where in sight.

"DEAN!" Bobby called out at the top of his lungs, he wrapped his arm around his chest as he felt pain shoot through his body, from bruised if not broken ribs.

Still there was no response from Dean. Bobby took off as fast as his abused body could manage towards where he'd last seen the young hunter, and it only took a moment for him to realise what had happened, as he saw the trail of destruction going from the edge of the path, down the steep descent. Oh shit! Dean, please tell me you aren't down there somewhere. Bobby pulled out his phone, and dialled 911 as he peered over the edge. "Ambulance…Minnesota state park…hiking trip…he fell…I don't know, I can't see him…no…please you gotta hurry."

After being assured that a rescue helicopter was one the way, Bobby shoved his phone back into the bag he was carrying, and left it on the path, as he began to try and navigate his way down the slope. He could see a ledge about forty feet down below him, and it looked like there was something there, maybe a person, maybe a rock, he really couldn't tell, but it was the best shot he had.

Almost ten minutes of precarious climbing later, Bobby was almost to the ledge, but he still didn't have a clear view of what was there. He just had to keep moving, and pray that he'd find Dean, and at the same time hope that when he did find him he wouldn't be too badly injured, but in the back of his mind he knew how long of a drop this was, and that there was a chance that when he got there, even if it was Dean, he might not be alive.

Speaking of Dean, he was now starting to drift in and out of consciousness, he knew he was losing too much blood, he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.

He was more than beginning to give up hope of being found, when he heard a voice, seemingly a great distance away, but he wasn't sure. "Dean! Hold on, I'm coming." It was Bobby, even in his weakened state, Dean could tell that. And knowing that Bobby would be there soon, he tried harder to stay awake, but as hard as he tried, Dean couldn't keep his eyes open, he couldn't stay focused on anything.

I'm dying. I'm going to die out here, alone.

Why'd I come here in the first place?

I should've stayed with Sammy.

Sammy.

What'll happen to him when he finds out that I'm not coming home?

He's so sick, this is too much, he won't survive.

That thought made Dean try even harder to hold on, even if he was in so much pain, and everything was trying to pull him under, Dean knew he had to stay awake.

It was only another minute before Bobby reached John Winchester's eldest son, by the time Bobby got through the dense shrubbery, he was certain that he wouldn't find Dean alive, but as Dean's bloodied, scraped body came into his full view, despite his horror at the sight, Bobby was relieved as he saw that Dean's chest was still moving, he was alive.

Renewed by the fact that Dean was still holding on, Bobby rushed to his side, and as he knelt beside him, feeling for a pulse, Bobby worriedly tried to get a response from Dean. "Hey, kiddo. I'm here now, and there's a 'copter on the way. Come on, Dean, look at me. Tell me what hurts."

There was a long pause before Dean's head turned slowly towards Bobby, and his eyes opened weakly, he seemed dazed, confused.

For a moment Bobby was silent, but then he forced himself to just focus on the task at hand, and try not to think about the what ifs. "It's okay, Dean. I'm just going to check you over, just hang in there."

Dean was in no shape to answer, that much was clear to Bobby, and it only became clearer as he began to examine him. Dean was covered in scrapes and bruises, but more worryingly the bones in his arm had broken through the skin, and there was a sizable wound on the side of his chest, which to his horror had a by no means small tree branch impaled through it, and there was blood seeping out from around it, and Bobby knew better than to think that that was all the injuries Dean had sustained.

That's when he heard the helicopter over head, it came up quickly, one minute there was silence, the next the roar of a helicopter directly above was unmistakable.

Are they going to find us down here? The thought suddenly came to Bobby, he looked around briefly, trying to find a way to signal the helicopter. Bingo. Bobby thought as he noticed the flare gun Dean had been carrying, he reached for it, and fired it straight into the air, before turning back to Dean. "Just another minute, Dean. Just hang on."

Within seconds a medic was repelling from the helicopter towards the pair. As soon as he hit the ground, the medic ran over to them, and spoke to Bobby. "Hey, I'm Matt, what happened here?"

"We were hiking." Bobby lied easily. "Dean fell, I can't wake him up."

Matt moved to Dean's other side, and started to assess and treat him as he asked. "Are you his dad?"

"No, I'm his… I'm his uncle. His dad's at home with his brother, he's been having chemo. Is Dean going to be alright? This family…" Bobby said, trailing off with a shake of his head.

"He's in pretty bad shape, we'll have to airlift him to the hospital. But I think he'll pull through." Even as Matt said this, Dean was starting to come around, probably from the fluids that were being pumped into his body as rapidly as possible.

Thirty minutes later the helicopter landed at Regions Hospital, St Paul, and Dean was rushed inside, he had remained unconscious through the flight, but the medics had assured Bobby that he was stable, and while his condition was critical, it looked like he would pull through.

As Dean was rushed into the trauma room, Bobby was forced into the waiting room, it was only then that he remembered he'd left his bag, and subsequently his phone in the woods. "Damn it." Bobby swore softly, under his breath. He had to call John, let him know what had happened.

Meanwhile in the trauma room, several nurses and a doctor were working busily on Dean. "What did the medics say happened to this guy?" One of the nurses asked as she cut away Dean's blood soaked clothing.
"He was hiking out in Moose Lake Park with his uncle, fell forty feet down a ravine. Guy's lucky to be alive" Another nurse responded.

They continued to talk amongst themselves as they worked, until the doctor said. "That's enough ladies. I'm sure this guy would appreciate your full attention, and while he's got your attention, he's going to need a full set of trauma labs and scans, and get someone from surgery and ortho down here, he's going to have to go to the OR."

A minute later the two specialists burst into the room, one shortly after the other, and upon being asked what they were needed for, the first doctor told them. "Dr Pine, Dr Wong, this is Dean Winchester, blunt trauma to the chest, pelvis, and left forearm. GCS is twelve, LOC from hypovolemic shock, no apparent signs of head trauma, but we're going to get a CT. We've put in a central line, and a chest tube, and he's been given two bags of normal saline, six units of blood, and twenty milligrams of morphine."

Dr Pine, the trauma surgeon asked. "What are his injuries?"

"Punctured right lung, open chest wound with a foreign body, tree branch which we think hit the aorta, multiple rib fractures, obvious fractured left forearm, and a probable fractured pelvis. He's stable for now, but if that branch shifts, that could change fast.

Completely unaware of his eldest son's predicament, John was sitting in front of the TV watching a movie with Sam, who thanks to a change in his anti nausea meds was finally feeling a bit better, given the fact that he'd been getting chemo pumped into his body for three days now.

They were laughing at the movie, when the phone rang. Sam was beside the phone, and he answered it. "Hello."

"…Sam, it's Bobby. Is your Dad there?"

"What happened?" Sam asked, immediately feeling a sense of dread fill him.

John was quick to turn to his son, and demand. "Give me the phone, Sam."

"Bobby, please. What happened? Is Dean okay?" Sam said, not making any move to hand to phone over.

"Sam, there's been an accident."

TBC...

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