disclaimer: don't own em
"Sammy! Are you okay?"
"I think so," Sam groaned, trying to get up.
"Wait, let me look at your side."
"Dean, I'm fine," Sam replied, still trying to
get up. He stopped when he saw the
look of alarm on his brother's face. "What?"
"Nothing, you're gonna be fine. Just let me
go get the car and then we'll be on the way
to the hospital."
Sam finally looked down at his side and
saw the problem. There was a large piece
of jagged wood jutting from his side. "Huh,
ya know, it didn't even hurt until I looked at
it."