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Visions from Hell

Chapter six

Sam cried out in pain as he grabbed his side, he spun around then dropped to one knee.

"You son of a bitch!" Dean shouted as he ran to his brother's side. "You idiot he was only trying to help you!" Dean said as he looked over at Frank.

"I told him to stay back!" Frank said as he got in his canoe. He then pushed himself out into the river and drifted down to their canoes and unhooked them from the tree that they had been tied to.

"What are you doing?" Dean watched as Frank pulled their canoes out into the river preventing them from following him. He then released them and they drifted down the river after him. "You bastard my brother's hurt, I need to get him out of here!" Dean yelled to Frank who ignored him as he continued down the river, Dean then turned his attention back to his brother. He gently pulled Sam's shirt back and examined his wound.

"He's scared Dean, it's not his fault." Sam said as lay back on the ground his teeth clenched in pain.

"Damn it Sam you should have stayed back…I told you to back the hell off."

"I had to stop him…he's going to get himself killed."

"And you almost got yourself killed trying to stop him." Dean said as he checked out Sam's wound.

"How bad is it?"

Dean gently turned Sam on his side as he looked for an exit wound but didn't find any.

"I can't tell." He said as he rolled Sam onto his back. "But the bullet's still in there."

"Oh great…." Sam knew what that meant. Dean would have to try to remove the bullet before infection set in.

Dean put his hand over the wound and pressed down hard trying to slow the blood flow causing Sam to give a little yelp of pain as he tried to pull back away from the painful touch.

"Sammy I know it hurts but I have to get this bleeding to slow down." Dean looked back at the river as Frank and the canoes disappeared into the darkness. "Damn him!" He had no idea how bad Sam was hurt, but he did know they now had no way out of the canyon unless they walked and Sam was in no condition to do that. He took Sam's hand and put it over the wound then pressed down keeping his hand on top of Sam's.

"Oh God Dean…." Sam moaned.

"I'm sorry Sam but you have to keep pressure on this till I can get the first aide kit. I'll be right back." He left Sam and ran back to their tent and said a prayer of thanks that they had taken the kit off the canoe. He then ran back to Sam and knelt down next to him. Sam had his eyes shut and was shivering with pain. "Sam I'm going to have to probe for the bullet…..I can't leave it in you…." Dean hoped that the bullet wasn't in too deep and that it hadn't hit a bone and ricochet off in a different direction.

"I know…I know…." Sam knew Dean had no choice, the longer they left the bullet in the more likely infection would set in.

"You know this is going to hurt like hell."

"I know….just get it over with." Sam said trying to prepare himself for the pain to come.

They had both been trained in extensive first aide by their dad and Sam had seen Dean take a bullet out of their dad before and knew how painful the procedure was.

Dean handed Sam a small bottle of whiskey that they kept in the first aide kit. He took a couple of swallows then nodded that he was ready.

Dean took out his lighter and heated the probe sterilizing it. Then using the light from the still burning campfire to light his way, he gently inserted the probe into the wound feeling for the bullet. Sam clenched his fists and turned his head to the side trying not to cry out. At first Dean was worried when he couldn't feel the bullet but then he breathed a sigh of relief when the probe hit something hard.

"I think I have it." He then took a long tweezer like instrument out of the kit. "Sammy I know this is going to hurt, but I need you to hold as still as you can." When Sam nodded he sterilized the tweezers then inserted it into the wound. He felt around until he could feel the bullet then gently and slowly pulled it out of the hole. Once out he examined in and was pretty certain he had the entire bullet. He knew leaving even a small fragment in the wound could cause a fatal infection. He then looked at Sam as he took a bottle of antibiotic liquid out of the kit; he knew the liquid was going to burn like hell. "Sammy… you better brace yourself." He gave Sam a few seconds to prepare himself then poured the liquid into the wound. Sam threw his head back and clenched his teeth in agony as he reached out and grabbed his brother's arm squeezing it hard, it felt like his side was on fire. Dean put his hand over Sam's hand wishing there was something he could do to take the pain away. But after an agonizing few seconds Sam's hand finally let go as it fell limp at his side as he passed out. Dean was grateful that Sam was at least free from pain for the moment. He then took out a sterile gauze pad and put it over the wound then taped it in place. He wanted the wound to drain before stitching it hoping that any dirt that was still in the wound would be washed away by the blood. He hoped as long as it didn't get infected Sam would be okay. Dean then gently grabbed his brother under his arms and pulled him into Frank and Tony's tent since theirs was the closest. Once inside he put him on one of the sleeping bags and pulled a cover up over his body. He then went back to their tent and brought back the salt gun, holy water, and the flare gun and sat down next to his brother to wait for whatever the morning would hold.

TBC