A/N: Hello dear readers and welcome to another short story with a Halloween theme to it. I want to thank VegasGranny for the idea and help with the story. She has been a big support in my writing and my hat is off to her. This one is more Dean centered and doesn't involve a hunt. I hope you enjoy the journey we are about to take. I do like to know your thoughts. If you have a moment, please leave a review/comment. NC

Disclaimer: I do not own any aspect of SPN, and this is my own creation. Any errors are my own.

Chapter 1

Dean watched in utter horror as Sam's arms begin to wave frantically, trying to balance himself as the dirt under his feet began to give way and he lost his balance, falling forward and disappearing down the sloping cliff they had climbed earlier.

"Sammy! Sam!" Dean yelled as he ran to the edge and looked down, being careful not to fall himself. He couldn't see his brother amid the brush and overgrowth and swore to himself if he didn't just kill himself, he would do it for him.

They had just finished a hunt, killed the monster, and neither had been seriously hurt, but for a few minor scrapes and bruising. And then Sam had to fall off the side of the mountain when they were getting ready to head back to the Impala. He just had to take in at the scenic view before they left, not paying close attention to the loose soil at the edge that decided to give way.

"I'm coming Sammy," Dean mumbled to himself as he shouldered his pack and grabbed Sam's pack to take with him. He ran to the animal trail they had used before and slid, stumbled, and ran his way down it until he was to the bottom. "Sammy!" he called as he searched for his brother. A splash of color finally caught his eye in the bushes a little way up the hill and he hurried toward it. "Hey man, are you okay?" Dean asked as he fell to his brother's side and carefully rolled him to his back.

There was blood running down Sam's face and scratches on his hands where he tried to break his fall. Dean checked the head wound and saw it was only superficial and grabbed the first aid kit to apply gauze and wrap an ace bandage around his head to hold it in place. He began to feel his arms and legs and stopped at his left knee that didn't look or feel right.

"Sammy, hey man, wake up," Dean said tapping his cheeks and wiping his face with a wet bandana. "Come on dude, you know I can't carry your sorry ass out of here. Well, I could, but I don't wanna."

"Mmmm…" Sam moaned as he rolled his head to the side and tried to come back. "Wha…." he slurred raising a hand to his head to feel the bandage.

"That's it bro; can you look at me?" Dean cooed to him when he saw he was coming around.

"Dee…" Sam slurred as he tried to open his eyes and quickly squinted them back shut because of the bright light.

"Talk to me Sammy, where does it hurt?"

"Head…Side…Knee…" he cried out as he tried to move his leg. "Knee!" he hissed trying to sit up and almost passed out from the effort.

"Okay, okay, you lay still and let me do the heavy lifting," Dean ordered him. He got Sam under the arms and pulled him from the bushes to a level place so he could check him out. "I'm going to have to cut your pants leg to check it out. I don't think you wanna strip out here in the woods."

"Damn! Do it," he grunted as he arched his neck and tried not to cry out from the pain that radiated up his leg and into his upper body. He hissed and groaned in pain from his knee and head that was pounding.

Dean pulled out a knife and split the material of Sam's jeans up to his thigh spreading it out of the way to see the dislocated kneecap that was swelling and turning all shades of colors.

"Man Sammy, when you do something, you do it right," Dean told him sitting back to survey the damage. "It's not that bad, I guess…" Dean lied trying not to grimace when he looked at Sam's knee.

"You'll have to…God, put it back in place…" Sam gasped and panted as he tried to keep himself conscious.

"This is going to hurt like hell," Dean surmised. He dug into his pack and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. "Here Sammy, drink some of this. It'll take the edge off at least."

Sam accepted the bottle with a trembling hand and turned it up swallowing several times, feeling the burn down into his stomach. He gasped softly giving Dean back the bottle. He looked down at his knee and almost threw up the whiskey when he saw the damage done.

"Are you ready?" Dean asked looking up at Sam's pain filled face and saw fear and uncertainty in his eyes. "Here bite down on this," Dean instructed putting a leather knife sheath in his mouth. He bent the leg at the hip and looked to Sam. "Alright on three." Dean placed his hand on either side of Sam's knee and looked up at Sam as he began to count. "One, two…" he straightened the leg while moving the kneecap back into place making Sam scream as he clamped down on the leather sheath in his mouth. He fell back to the ground panting hard, and blackness claimed him for a few minutes.

"Alright, let me get this wrapped and find you a crutch so we can get out of here." Dean quickly wrapped Sam's knee and looked at his brother's sweaty, pale face. "You with me Sammy?"

Sam could hear Dean talking but it sounded far away, and the world seemed to flip sideways until he closed his eyes and tried to slow his breathing. His heart was racing, and he felt clammy as he broke out in a cold sweat. His body trembled uncontrollably as he swallowed the bile in the back of his throat.

"Sammy, you okay?" Dean asked digging some pain meds from the first aid kit. "Here you need to take these and when we get out of here, I'll find a place to get some ice for the knee. I can't give you anything stronger for fear of you doing a nosedive on me." He helped Sam sit up enough to take the pills and sip on some water. "You just lay there, and I'll be right back." He got up and began to search for a tree branch that could he use as a crutch for Sam. He figured with his help and that, they would be able to get back to the car.

It took Dean about fifteen minutes of searching before he was able to find something suitable to use. He hacked away the small limbs and smoothed it before taking the branch and laying it by Sam's side to measure the length so he could cut it to size.

"Okay," Dean told Sam. "Think you can sit up bro?"

"I think so," Sam huffed as he blinked his eye rapidly and let Dean help him to sit up. He stayed like that for a few minutes to let the lightheadedness pass. "I'm good," he finally said, nodding to Dean.

"Alright, let's get you to your feet," Dean told him. He got on his left side and slipped an arm under his to help maneuver him to a standing position. "Easy now," Dean cautioned him as he wavered and tried to balance on one leg. "Here, use this and I'll get on your other side."

Sam took the branch and settled it in his arm pit and grasped it tightly trying to keep himself standing. He let Dean get on his other side to balance and support him. His entire body was screaming at him as shooting pain seemed to radiate from everywhere. The tumble down the hill left him bruised, scratched, stiff, and sore from head to toe. He wiped the sweat from his eyes and steadied himself with the makeshift crutch.

"You ready to do this?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Sam replied through gritted teeth. With the branch and Dean's help, Sam took a couple of steps, keeping his weight off his hurt leg.

It was slow going since Dean had to pick the best route out of there for Sam. Hours later, Dean finally sighed with relief when he caught a glimpse of the Impala through the trees.

"We're almost there, bro; just a little further," Dean gasped wiping the sweat from his eyes. He could feel Sam wavering and getting weaker as he took more of his weight. "Awe hell," he grunted stopping Sam, dropping the packs before bending to throw him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, and trooped the rest of the way to the Impala. Sam was too exhausted and in pain to protest. He sat him back on his feet and leaned him against the Impala so he could unlock it.

"Oh god…" Sam groaned as pain shot up his leg and he almost fell.

"I got ya Sammy," Dean offered grabbing his swaying body and getting him into the back seat of the car. "Slide on across and keep your leg straight," Dean instructed him.

"Yeah, got that," Sam replied with bated breath.

"You're not going to be able to travel well," Dean surmised. "I'll find a town to stop at and give you a few days to rest before we head on to Bobby's."

"Sounds good…" Sam mumbled as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. They couldn't stop soon enough for him. His entire leg was throbbing, and he could tell the knee was swelling more, probably from the hike out of the forest.

Dean went back for the packs and threw them in the trunk and then went around to the driver's side and got in cranking his Baby and heading back to the main road. He kept glancing in the back at Sam, worried about him, and knew he needed to find a town quickly so Sam could rest and heal.