A/N: This one goes out to HellzCrusader who wanted Cougar with a broken arm and Jensen helping him out. Of course, I couldn't do that without a little Jensen whump too…

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"Drop your weapon," Jensen snarled, pistol raised and aimed. The man across from him leered and pulled Cougar up higher, his gun jammed into the sniper's throat. Cougar winced lightly, and Jensen once again noticed how awkwardly his arm was hanging, the odd bend in his right forearm making it clear that his arm was broken.

"Not a chance," the man answered. Cougar was gritting his teeth, sweat trickling down his forehead. His hat lay trampled in the dust next to his feet, and the sight of it made Jensen even more pissed, his blood boiling.

"I said drop your fucking weapon!" He roared, arms ramrod straight in front of him. He made eye contact with Cougar, watched as his friend gave him a slight nod, then returned the sign. The next instant, Cougar went completely limp, sagging in his captor's arms. Jensen made short work of the suddenly exposed captor, double tapping him between the eyes, before quickly heading to Cougar's side.

"Damn it, your arm's a mess," Jensen muttered, kneeling next to his friend. Up close, he could see that a shard of bone was sticking out of the sniper's arm, and that his hand was swollen and discolored. "He break your hand too?"

Cougar nodded, swallowing heavily. Jensen swore again, pulling a wad of bandages out of his backpack.

"Can't do much for it out here, but I'll try to minimize the bleeding and get it immobilized, okay?"

Cougar nodded wordlessly. Jensen looked at him with concern for a minute before busying himself working on Cougar's arm, trying to ignore the small grunts of pain. Finally satisfied with his work, he sat back on his heels and took in the sniper's appearance, the beads of sweat and the pale skin and the clenched jaw. It was clear that Cougar was starting to go into shock.

"Okay, I'm gonna help you to your feet, and then we're going to go to rendezvous, okay? Ten minute walk, max. You okay?"

Cougar nodded again, and Jensen shook his head.

"You're starting to freak me out, Cougs. You're being too quiet, even for you. Now are you okay with this?"

Cougar started to nod again, then offered Jensen a weak smile. "Si," he said. Jensen grinned.

"That's my boy! Hang on a sec, you good? You standing?"

"Si," Cougar mumbled, and Jensen smiled again, stooping down to pick up Cougar's hat. He brushed it off and tried to plump it up, but it seemed sadly battered beyond repair.

"Here ya go," he said, settling it gently on Cougar's head. "You ready to go?"

Cougar grunted something that sounded like an affirmative, so Jensen looped an arm under Cougar's good one and started moving forward.

"I can walk by myself," Cougar said quietly. Jensen snorted.

"Yeah, I'm sure you could, big guy, but you aren't going to, so you might as well give up."

"Jensen-"

"Nope. Look, you've been losing blood and you've been in pain for however long, and you're starting to go into shock. I'm helping you walk. Got it?"

Cougar sighed heavily.

"Fine."

"Good."

They had walked for about five minutes in mostly silence, Jensen occasionally speaking and Cougar occasionally grunting in response, when Cougar stopped abruptly, his posture suddenly defensive. Jensen stopped too, swiftly pulling his sidearm and handing Cougar his backup piece.

"Hang back," Jensen said as he crouched forward. "Don't shoot unless you've got a clear opening from where you are or they take me down."

Cougar nodded, though he didn't much look like he liked Jensen's orders. Jensen continued to move forward. Suddenly, a man burst out of the underbrush, clearly startled to see them, his gun outraised. He was shaking.

"D-don't move! Stop!" He yelled, pointing his gun directly at Jensen's head. Jensen raised his hands above his head, pistol in one.

"I'm just going to lower my weapon, okay? I'm putting it down. Just calm down." As he spoke, he slowly crouched and set his gun on the ground; behind him, Cougar did the same thing.

"What are you doing, man?" Jensen asked, hands still upraised as he drew himself up to his full height. "You leave us alone, you get out of here with no problems. Otherwise…" he let his voice trail off, looking intently at the man.

"Just shut up!" The man yelled. "That's bullshit!"

"You know what?" Jensen asked, subtly shifting his weight. "This is bullshit."

Having said that, he crossed the distance to the other man in two steps, gripping the barrel of the gun and shoving it to the side even as he sent a fist slamming into his opponent's face. The gun discharged even as the man cried out, falling backward. Jensen was on him in a second, swiftly gripping under the chin and jerking sharply to the left. There was a crack, then silence.

"Whew," Jensen said, standing up. "I could've done without that."

Cougar was staring at him wide-eyed, face drained of color.

"I'm not that much of a wimp," Jensen said with a grin. "Is it that surprising?" His tone changed abruptly as he fully took in Cougar's pallor.

"Oh, shit, that discharge, did it hit you?"

Cougar shook his head. "No. I think it hit you."

Jensen looked down and tentatively put a hand to his ribcage, looking up with wide eyes when his fingers came away bloody.

"Holy shit," he murmured, swallowing thickly and stumbling to Cougar's side. He'd used all the bandages he had on Cougar's arm, so tried to take his shirt off, hissing in pain as he jostled his wound.

"I can help," Cougar said, but he was still pale and shaky, and he only had his left hand to help. Still, between the two of them they got Jensen's shirt shucked off and sort of wrapped around his injury.

"There is an exit wound," Cougar said, and Jensen breathed out a shaky sigh of relief.

"Heh, guess something had to go right today," he huffed. He was actually concerned that the bullet may have nicked his lung, but he hadn't started to feel any symptoms yet, so he was hopeful that it wasn't as bad as he suspected.

"Okay, we've still got to get back," he said, but he was feeling lightheaded and a bit out of sorts. Cougar struggled to his feet and helped Jensen lurch upward. The hacker yelled in pain, doubling over and nearly falling to his knees, but Cougar's grip was firm and he barely remained upright.

"We are almost there," Cougar said. Jensen nodded.

"Hell yes we are," he agreed, though a little more weakly than he wanted. They pushed forward, slow shuffling steps, supporting each other as they struggled ahead.

"Cougar? Jensen! What the hell happened?" Roque demanded, catching Jensen's stumbling weight even as Clay caught Cougar.

"Hit a bit of trouble," Jensen gasped, laughing feebly. Roque shook his head and boosted Jensen into the back of the van right behind Cougar.

"Y'all attract energy the way Clay attracts crazy women," he muttered. Clay glared at him, then turned back to the wounded men.

"We're only twenty minutes out from the hospital, guys, just hang on, okay?"

Cougar nodded grimly and Jensen let out a quiet 'yes sir' before hissing in pain as Roque tightened the makeshift bandage.

"It's just a mosquito bite, Jensen," Roque said, but it was more gentle than Jensen was expecting. "Stop your whining."

"Aww, come on," Jensen answered breathlessly. "At least- a- snake-bite."

"Yeah, maybe a little garter snake," Roque shot back, but he looked concerned. "You okay?"

"Umm, it's getting- hard- to breathe," he gasped, struggling to draw in harsh breaths. Cougar's face swam into his vision and he mouthed something, but Jensen's ears were ringing and he wasn't sure what the sniper was trying to say. His fingers started tingling, his limbs suddenly heavy, and then everything was black.

xxxx

He woke up to whiteness and the smell of plastic and the feel of starchy sheets. Hospital. And he was on oxygen, with a heart rate monitor beeping steadily in the background. Must've been bad.

"Hey. Glad you're awake," Clay said, and Jensen blinked hazily at him.

"Clay?"

"Yep."

"Where's Coug?" Jensen asked, trying to sit up. He winced and hissed in pain.

"Just relax. He just got sent back up to surgery. He's okay," Clay reassured quickly, seeing Jensen's look of panic, "but they're going in to fix up his arm."

"He'll- he'll get full use of it, right?" Jensen asked fearfully.

"They think so," Clay said. "The orthopedic was optimistic."

"Good," Jensen murmured, falling back against the pillows. "How long?"

"Three days. You passed out, nearly stopped breathing, but we got you here in time."

"You always do," Jensen murmured. He was already so tired that he was falling asleep again.

"Coug's really okay?"

"Coug's really okay. Get some rest, kid."

"Yes sir."