Caleb groaned as he looked toward the wound in Dean's chest and the increase of blood that had leaked through the bandage. "Hang on Dean, help will be here soon." He continued looking to Dean's face; his eyes still scrunched closed, "This may hurt…" Damien reached up to Dean's chest and pushed down, at first Dean just grimaced but then a shift occurred under Caleb's hands and the hunter's eyes and mouth flew open gasping for air.
"Dean!?"
Suddenly Caleb's hands weren't the only ones on Dean. He turned to find a young woman pulling him backward. Looking still further back Caleb saw Sam, his eyes widening at the sight of his agitated brother. "What's his name?"
"Dean." Caleb answered the women automatically.
"I need you to hold Dean down, his lung has collapsed. We need to release the pressure."
Caleb nodded and moved to pin Dean's shoulders to the floor; not concerned about who this women was but thankful that someone else had come.
The woman turned her attention to Dean now, "This is gonna hurt for a minute sugar, but it'll be better quick." Throughout the time that it had taken Damien to pin Dean down the woman had made quick work of sanitizing Dean's side, laying out a variety of instruments and draping Dean's left side with a sterile cloth. Without any further ado the woman picked up a scalpel and made a deep and clean cut between Dean's ribs, picked up a long tube and shoved it through the incision, feeding it through until an audible rush of air was heard coming from Dean's side.
The pain that had contorted the young hunters' handsome face diminished immediately, his eyes moving to find the eyes of the person he loved most in the world, his brother.
"Thank God." Caleb said unconsciously, "Who are you?" The woman was just finishing taping the tube that was now sticking out of his friends' side.
"I'm Rebecca, Pastor Jim sent me." The woman, Rebecca said this quickly without pausing to even glance at Caleb, completely consumed with the patient in front of her. "How are you feeling Dean?"
Dean's eyes shifted toward hers, "Peachy."
"Okay, now tell me truthfully; how are you feeling?" Rebecca stated again not willing to take the flippant answer that the hurt hunter had offered.
"Like I got run over by an elephant and gored by a rhino." Dean said, his lame attempt at humor covered truth. Rebecca nodded.
"I'd like to take a look at your abdomen." Dean nodded his response preparing for whatever pain was bound to come.
Rebecca pulled out a pair of scissors and cut the ace bandage that was wrapped around the young man's chest and stomach. "Two gunshot wounds, any exit wounds?"
Caleb stepped forward to where he had backed away hoping to give Rebecca the room she needed, "Only one."
Rebecca nodded her understanding listening to Dean's heart and lung sounds with a stethoscope. "Your lung is holding for now, your heart is strong." Rebecca then started checking Dean's ribs. The silence that had overtaken the room during this assessment was interrupted as Dean yelped pushing himself up only to be pushed back toward the ground by Rebecca. "Your lung was punctured by a rib, that's why it collapsed. Try to relax we don't want it to rip a bigger hole." Dean's face was red, his breathing harsh. Sam moved quickly toward his brother immediately touching him to attempt to calm his older brother.
At that moment Pastor Jim made it to the bottom of the stairs and walked straight over to the Winchester's who were in his care, "You okay, Dean?"
"He was shot twice; the witch did some kind of rebound spell. His lung collapsed but Rebecca fixed it." Sam filled in quickly not giving Dean the chance to answer for himself.
Pastor Jim nodded, "Thanks for coming Rebecca, what are you thinking?"
"I don't like it." She said standing up to look Jim in the eye, "He isn't as stable as I would like to move him in even a normal situation much less in the basement of a building 40 or so minutes from the nearest hospital."
Jim nodded grimacing as he looked at the pain barely contained in the young hunters' face, "What other option do we have?"
"None, we'll bring him back to my place. I have all the medical equipment that we'll need and we won't have to come up with any story about how a minor was shot twice and already has a chest tube."
Jim nodded yet again in reply, "Follow me Caleb, we're going to need to find something to use as a stretcher."
Sam leaned in close to his brother needing to feel his warmth, needing to know he was still there. "I'm fine Sammy." Dean stated understanding the sudden closeness of his brother's body. "You okay?" Sam nodded, through it lacked the certainty of Dean's response.
"I miss Dad…" Sam followed up almost silently.
"Me too, we'll see him soon." Dean assured the younger Winchester.