Sam shifted around, kicked up dust in the process, forcing him to cough into his elbow before muttering, "Lemme see." Unable to see well in the dim light, Sam used his hands to further examine Dean. "I don't feel any blood."
Even his gentle touch made Dean jerk. Cough-panting, Dean breathed out, "M-Must be inside."
Sam's heart sank. "We can't stay here; we've gotta move."
"I know," Dean stuttered. "Help me."
The younger Winchester did, getting his brother out of the attic to the Impala as quickly as he could, ignoring the breathless grunts of pain.
"Hosp'tal?" Dean wheezed.
"Hospital."
Fin