Sam arrived at a hospital in Cheyenne and was immediately taken into surgery. Since Daniel, his technical legal guardian, wasn't around to make decisions for him, they had to make a call to an emergency contact in Sam's phone who would be able to give them permission to operate on him. A Mr. Bobby Singer was the one they could get a hold of.
Sam's leg had to be repaired, but his chest as a priority. One of the ribs was poking against his right lung. It as laboring Sam's breathing and if it wasn't fixed soon, he wouldn't be able to breath at all. While Sam was laying on a surgical table, Dean, John, and Daniel were trying to find a way to him.
"Let. Me. Out. Of. Here." Dean said as he hit the gate to the horse trailer. With Buttercup and Blossom in there, it was a tight fit. With three full sized men in there as well, it was a pain in the ass. John put his hand on Dean's shoulder.
"Dean, you just need to calm down." He said. Dean spun around and stared at him.
"Were you at the arena?" Dean asked. "Did you see Sam get bucked off that bull or was I just imagining things?" John and Daniel looked at each other. Dean tried to hit the gate again. He was doing more damage to himself then he was to the trailer. Dean set down on the tire well and hung his head. His shoulder was bruised from hitting the metal with everything he had. John stood there, looking at him. Daniel looked up at the ceiling.
"Hey guys." He said. John and Dean looked at him.
"What is it?" John asked. Daniel smiled at him.
"There's a hatch." He said. He pointed up at the ceiling. Dean and John looked to see a hatch, but enough for one man.
"Dad, give me a boost." Dean said. John and Daniel helped lift Dean up. The hatch stuck for a moment, but Dean managed to get it open. He pushed himself out of the new opening and set on the roof. He looked out over where they were. It was a dusty country road in the in the middle of nowhere. Dean slid down onto the ground and ran around to the gate. There was a heavy duty padlock on it, but Dean didn't have his lock picking gear with him. All the hunting stuff was still in the trunk of the Impala, which was parked in Texas.
"Dean, what do you see?" John asked. Dean explained the situation to him. But Daniel was full of surprises. He produced a handgun, complete with silver bullets. He tossed it out the hatch. It slid off the roof and landed on the ground. Dean scooped it up.
"Stand back!" Dean yelled. He aimed at the lock and fired. The bullet pierced the lock and it fell to the ground. The gate swung open and John and Daniel walked out. Dean handed the gun back to Daniel. "Now how the hell are we gonna get back into Cheyenne?" Dean asked. That's when Blossom made a noise. Dean looked at the auburn horse. "You gotta be kidding me." He said.
"Dean, you have to." John said.
"But you know that I'd rather be riding on four wheels instead of four legs." Dean said. John glared at him.
"Then you won't get to see Sam." He said. That snapped Dean to attention quickly. He looked over at the horses.
"Come here Blossom." He said. She seemed to get very excited at that. She came walking out of the trailer and walked up to Dean, licking his face. He rolled his eyes and wiped off the slobber with his jacket sleeve. "Sorry Darlin', but you're not my type of girl." He said. Daniel went into the trailer and came back out with a saddle.
"I don't think bareback would do good for you." He said. John started to laugh. Dean rolled his eyes at him. He took the saddle from Daniel and placed it on Blossom. After it was all settled, Dean got onto the horse.
"Are you guys gonna ride in with Buttercup or you want me to bring the truck later on?" He asked.
"We might ride in." John said. "Just go." He said. With that, Dean and Blossom rode off, looking like the ending to a John Wayne movie.