I usually try to wait at least a day to post, but the last chapter was a huge cliffhanger so I'm putting this up now. Everyone thanks Aimes and Fairy for making the request. Thanks for all the awesome reviews and thanks for reading.

Chapter 40

I climbed into the truck the same way I'd pulled dad out. The situation looked a lot worse from inside the cab. Part of the dashboard was pressed up against Dean's chest, pinning him in place. I was sure my brother was dead when I first saw him. His head was hanging over to the side and his face was cut up pretty bad.

I started to do a work up on him anyway and found that he was still breathing, barely. I put a c-collar on him to stabilize his head and rigged it up with some gauze so it was more supported. I checked him over as best as I could through the debris and also found 3 broken ribs in his left side. His left shoulder was also dislocated and his left leg was broken. I couldn't get to his right side to check that out at all, but knew there had to be some serious injuries there. I figured there also had to be some internal bleeding as well.

The paramedics and rescue crews arrived just as I was finishing what little work up I could do. They tried to get me to come out of the truck so they could do their own assessment of Dean, but I refused. I told them I wasn't leaving my big brother no matter what they did. I called out to them exactly what I had found out and told them that he was still breathing on his own. They decided to let me be because I did have medical training and they thought it would be easier for me to calm Dean down in case he woke up.

The rescue crews were discussing with me how best to get Dean out of the truck when I heard dad calling for me and Dean. He was on the verge of hysterics because he had finally seen the front end of his truck. He stopped screaming as soon as he heard me call out to him. I told dad that everything was gonna be ok. I told him Dean was still alive and that he needed to go to the hospital with the paramedics and get himself taken care of.

Dad started to protest but I said he had to go. I promised him that I was staying right where I was and told him again that everything was gonna be fine. He told me to take care of Dean then got into the ambulance. I knew he didn't want to leave us like that, but there was nothing he could do. I wanted him out of the way before he hurt himself worse.

After dad was gone, we decided it would be easier to get Dean out by turning the truck right side up and cutting the top completely off. Then we had to cut the passenger side door off. I started a morphine drip to ease some of the pain in case Dean woke up. One of the guys from the rescue crew gave me a small cutting torch so I could work on getting some of the debris off Dean's legs and chest while they cut the top off. Luckily he wasn't bleeding from anywhere but his face or we would have had to move a lot faster than we did.

I took nearly 4 hours to get Dean out of that truck. His heart stopped once in the process, but I managed to get him back. We loaded him into a helicopter and they let me go with him to the hospital. I stayed with him while the E.R. docs did their work up and while he was in surgery. The doctors tried to get me to let them check me out while they were working on Dean, but I wasn't leaving Dean's side.

After the surgery, they moved Dean into a private room on the I.C.U. floor. The doctors tried one last time to check me out, but I still wasn't moving. Dad came into the room a few minutes later. I told him all about Dean's injuries.

In addition to what I had found he had 4 broken ribs on his right side, his right arm was broken in 2 places, and there were lacerations to his small intestines, liver, and a collapsed lung. There was also severe head trauma. No one could believe that Dean was still alive through all of that, including me. Dad listened closely to everything I told him.

When I'd finished, he asked me if I was ok and I told him I was fine. He said the doctors were really worried about me and wanted to check me out. I told him again that I was fine. He walked around Dean's bed and stood behind the chair I was sitting in. A few minutes later I felt something stick in my arm.

I looked up at dad just as he was pulling a syringe out of my shoulder. He said that he was sorry, but it was the only way. I started to feel really sleepy all of a sudden. I just nodded to dad and then made him promise not to leave Dean alone. He swore he wasn't going anywhere and just before I passed out, I felt him pick me up and carry me to a gurney that was waiting just outside Dean's room.