"Dean!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Yeah."
"Dean." Sam helped slide his brother from under the tractor's front. The dropped had hurt him. Dean's face was more ashen than before, his teeth were clenched, and his breath was short and loud. He placed his arms under Dean's. Sam eased Dean up supporting Dean's back on his torso. Dean wobbled and placed his hands on the tractor front.
Dean had regained a small amount of gumption and steadied himself. He looked back at what remained of the creature. "That's just nasty."
"It's over Dean."
"Nope," Dean waivered unsteadily. He swallowed hard as if he held back the sensation to hurl. "W have one more thing to take care of."
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Dean and Sam stood in front the opening in the ground
"Is this really necessary Dean?"
"You found this hidey hole lair thing. I mean we just took care of Mr. Damn. I don't want Ms. Damn and the whole damn family coming for a visit too. With that, Sam and Dean both dropped the last of the grenades into the hole and both limped away as a massive dirt blast propelled through the darkening sky.
Dean's body was screaming and his steps were staggering with each step become harder to take. His last two steps were the limit his tenacity could force him to take. He felt himself ready to crash as his head felt heavy and groggy. Dean attempted to keep his eyes open and force his body to listen out of sheer will, but his eyes rolled and he fell backwards towards the ground. The pain pulsated through him as his body made the journey to the farm terrain. His progress was stopped when he was seized by Sam breaking his fall. Sam had gone down on his knees and the weight of his brother had erupted his injury with pain.
"Easy…easy..."
Dean face was contorted by the pain, his breathing rapid and gasping, his core was cold and freezing, and his body quivered with no control. Dean opened his mouth to speak, but only a gasp came out. Sam grabbed Dean's wrist and it jerked in his hand. His pulse was racing.
"You're alright. I got you," Sam reassured. The truth of Sam's worry rode upon his face. He told himself, that Dean had not allowed him to die in that loft. He had stopped him from bleeding to death. He was not going to allow Dean to die, especially since he was hurt by trying to save him.
Pushing himself and Dean up, Sam dragged his brother over to the Impala. He rolled Dean into the passenger seat, and then raced to the driver's seat.
Sam jerked out of the farm, driving faster than Dean would have been happy to witness. He alternated fleeting looks between Dean and the road.
Dean's head rested on the window and faced Sam. His head bobbled back and forth as he trembled and convulsed. His eyes were slits and the mischievous sparkle was dim. Dean took a deep breath and his respiration paused.
"Dean! Don't you do this! I need you to stay with me. I need you." Sam yelled.
"Dean please" His last words broke out of his mouth in plea and sadness played upon his face.
The words I need you rang in Dean's head. As if those words awoke some protective instinct in his head, it forced him to take a breath. His head weaved to rest upon the window. His eyes widened with a forlorn look at Sam.
"Just hang on. Just… hang on okay." Sam's voice was mellifluous, as sweet and honeyed as when he was a boy. Sam wasn't sure how much he was asking Dean to fight or God to fight for Dean. At the moment, he didn't care.