Another chapter!

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A/n: this is probably the only chapter that is going to be told from a view other than Sam or Dean, unless I really need to, like I did for this chapter. So if you guys don't like it, SORRY, I had no other choice, I had to get the information out somehow, lol.

"Clam down, Gray, clam down," the 28 year old expedition leader thought to himself, "Clam Down! CLAM DOWN! How the HELL am I suppose to clam down!"

He was right, no one could calm down in a situation like this, even if they were an expedition leader and trained to deal with stress.

Two of his members were unconscious, or close to it. Dean had been so drained, he was asleep before he even hit the chair he was now curled up on. And Sam, as much as Grayson hated to admit, was barely clinging on to life.

"Sam!" Dean mumbled in his sleep. "Sammy, wamkemmumpp" he slurred. He turned fitfully in his bed.

Grayson smiled grimly as he saw how much the brothers cared for each other. He had a little brother, too, so he could understand Dean. He walked over to the sleeping man and put a hand on his shoulder. "Shhhh, it's ok. Sam will be ok." Dean, thinking it was his brother, smiled and mumbled, "Night, Sammy."

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It had been a mere fifteen minutes since they had brought the boy inside, but Grayson worried that the blue tint had not left his lips yet. When Grayson had asked Hilary, the doctor of the group, about it, she had just shrugged and shuck her hanging head with great despair.

"I don't know what to do," she said, tears welling in her eyes. "He is pretty much stable right now, but his pulse is still thready. He is constantly shaking, and I don't know if that is good because he is still healthy enough to warm himself up, or bad because he is wasting his very limited energy. The cut on his side isn't bleeding now, but once he warms up, he is going to bleed out. He definitely had a concussion, but I have no way of knowing how severe. Grayson, we need to get him to a hospital."

"We can't right now, that think will kill us. We have to all get some rest. We'll stay the night, and then we'll leave in the morning," said Grayson, liking his new plan.

"Umm, Gray, I don't think that is going to be an option," Josh said quietly, twiddling his thumbs. "By morning, the snow will be so high, we won't be able to see out this window," he said, tapping the clear glass next to him.

"Shit," Grayson said, clasping his head in his hands. They couldn't leave now, Dean was passed out, and Sam needed more tending to. So he didn't have a choice. They were to stay on the mountain, and get snowed in.

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Dean woke up with a start, gasping and holding back tears. What a nightmare! Sam had been hurt and dying, and there was no way to get him help.

"How long I been out, Sammy?" Dean said sitting up. As he looked around and realized that he was in a log cabin, his heart dropped into his stomach. "Sammy?" Dean said worried.

Finally his eyes fell on his brother's lifeless form. He left out a small cry of sheer horror, and the tears began to fall. He stumbled out of the chair and crawled towards his brother.

It was suppose to be a dream, just a stupid nightmare. Sammy isn't suppose to be actually lying here, he is suppose to be awake and smiling at him, tell him not to be such a pussy.

Dean finally made it to his brother's side and pushed Hilary out of the way. "Dean! Your awake! Thank god," she said, hugging the person that had been a stranger 12 hours ago and was now one of her closest friends.

"How long have I been asleep? And how is he? How's Sam?" Dean said, the tears still falling, "And don't bullshit me, please, just tell me the truth."

"You've only been sleeping for about an hour. And Sam, well, he isn't doing as well as one would hope, but he is getting better. His pulse is back to normal, but he is still bleeding."

"Has he woken up yet?" Dean asked, stroking Sam's hair.

"No."

"Doesn't that mean he can go into a coma?" Dean asked, tears in his eyes. "Don't you cry, don't you dare! Be strong, you have to be strong for Sam!"

"Well, umm, he… Yes. Yes, he can." Unsure of how to comfort Dean, she put her arms around him, enveloping him in a hug. Sobs jerked his body, and tears poured down his face as he gave in.

"I just, I don't know what I would do with out him. I mean, I just… he has to be ok," Dean gasped in between sobs.

"Shhh, shhh, it's ok. Let it out," Hilary said, rubbing circles on the elder Winchester's back.

A sudden moan stopped the tear jerking scene dead in its tracks. Dean was immediately back at his brother's side, wiping away his tears. Sam stirred, but did not wake.

After waiting patiently for several minutes, Dean looked over at Hilary hopefully.

"Don't worry that he didn't wake up. I wasn't expecting him to, at least not for a couple hours. But that was a good sign, a very good sign," she said. She was delighted when her response made Dean's face light up.

Seeming more relaxed, Dean took his brother's limp hand in his, put his head down, and went to sleep at his brother's side.

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