Thanks for the reviews. I'm glad you're enjoying the story. And zippdipp ( if you're still reading) – Hey it wasn't the Impala I sent flying off the cliff, no way would I do that, it was a rental. LOL And you're right Dean would have killed me if I had damaged his baby.

Highway 97

Chapter four

Dean lay on his back staring up at the stars. In the distance he could hear Sam calling for him and wanted to answer him but it took all his strength just to stay awake. He had hit the ground hard and now lay on it stunned. At least if Sam was calling for him he knew his brother was alive. He took a few deep breaths then attempted to get up. He rolled over to his stomach and pushed himself up to his hands and knees. He winced in pain as his whole body protested. He slowly stood up, and clenched his teeth in agony as he tried to straighten up. Slowly reaching down, he ran his hand over his leg trying to determine if it was broken or just bruised. Either way he had to find his brother.

Later in the car

"Dean!" Sam called out again weakly. Tears filled his eyes at the thought that his brother might be dead or hurt and there was nothing he could do. "Dean!" He screamed again, "Oh God Dean where are you?" He moaned.

"Right here Bro." Dean said as he carefully crawled in the side window ignoring his own pain. He had seen how close to the edge the car was and knew a rock slide or a strong gust of wind could send the car over.

"Oh thank God, I thought you were dead." Sam gave Dean a small smile relieved that he was still alive.

"Hey, it takes more then flying off a cliff to kill me, you should know that." Dean grinned back trying to hide the worry from his face. Sam's face was pale and sweaty; he could tell he might be badly injured. "Why didn't you jump?" Dean said as he gently ran his hands over Sam's arms to make sure they weren't broken.

"I couldn't…the door was jammed." Sam could see the pain on Dean's face that he was trying to hide from him. "You okay?"

"I've been better, how 'bout you?"

"I'm fine." Sam lied. "But my leg is jammed under the seat. I can't get it out."

As Dean reached under the seat he put his hand in an ever growing pool of blood. He sucked in his breath, Sam's leg was bleeding badly and he prayed he hadn't cut an artery. He carefully felt around the leg and could feel Sam tense with pain when he touched the part of his leg that was trapped. From what he could tell Sam's leg was impaled on a piece of metal under the seat and he could feel the blood oozing out of it.

"Can you get it loose?" Sam asked.

Dean looked up at Sam trying to hide the worry from his face; his brother was slowly bleeding to death.

"Your leg's stuck under there pretty good and uh…you're bleeding a little."

"Oh…" Sam could tell there was more to it then Dean had told him, he knew Dean was trying to protect him from the truth.

"Yeah …um…" When Dean took off his belt Sam knew it must be bad. "I …uh…need to stop the bleeding." He glanced at Sam's face and could tell that Sam knew it wasn't good.

"Go ahead." Sam said as he braced himself, preparing for the pain to come.

Dean wrapped his belt high around Sam's thigh then shut his eyes for a second; he hated to hurt his brother but knew he had no choice. He yanked the belt tight.

"Arghhh!" Sam threw his head back and screamed in agony.

"Sorry Sammy." Dean winced in sympathy.

Sam nodded trying to let Dean know that it was okay, he knew he had no choice.

"How bad is it?" Sam asked when he could finally speak.

"Not bad." Dean lied. "But I'm going to need help getting you out of here. I better go see if I can find any"

"Not tonight…." Sam blurted out. "Please not tonight." Sam was scared and Dean could see his eyes glistening in the dark. Sam knew he was getting weaker and needed help, but he didn't want his brother wandering around the canyon in the dark. "Just stay here tonight and go for help in the morning."

"Sammy, you need help now." Dean was worried; Sam might bleed to death before morning.

"Please, wait till morning." Sam begged. He was starting to feel the cold and was starting to shiver from both the cold and the blood loss. He didn't want to be alone, not if he was dying. "Please Dean."

"Damn it Sammy." Dean was torn about what to do. His brother needed help and he needed it now but he also didn't want to leave Sam alone at night, not when he was hurting this bad. "Okay, but first thing in the morning I'm going for help."

"Okay…thanks."

Seeing his brother shivering Dean painfully removed his own jacket and put it over Sam. He then crawled as close as he could to him and pulled him into his arms trying to warm him the best he could. Sam soon passed out and his head fell on Dean's shoulder. With Sam unconscious Dean left his tender side show, he smoothed back his brother's hair and put his cheek against his face.

"You got to hang in there Bro" he said as he wiped the tears from his eyes. Off and on through out the night Dean would loosen the tourniquet on Sam's leg allowing blood to flow back into his leg. But then he would quickly tighten it before he could lose too much blood. Even as he left fresh blood flow into the leg Dean knew there was a possibility Sam could lose his leg, he had no idea how badly damaged it was. But his leg was better then his life Dean thought. Sam moaned throughout most of the night and Dean pulled him even closer as he swallowed the lump in his throat. He could tell Sam was growing weaker every minute.

TBC