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Jacob rummaged through the duffel, trying to ignore the veritable arsenal that Dean carried around with him to find the clothes. He found a first aid kit and dragged it into the light first, opening it hastily to see what Dean had on hand.

"There's not enough bandaging here to wrap the whole arm," he determined, glancing over at Dean's arm. "I'm gonna use a couple shirts for extra padding around your jacket sleeve, and wrap that up, then make a sling out of another shirt." His explanation was as much for his own benefit as it was for Dean's. Jacob knew what he was supposed to do in this situation out in the wilderness, but he'd never had to actually do it. And, normally, he'd have his own bag with more supplies to help. Jacob prepared for camping when he came out to the forest, whereas Dean had prepared for a fight.

Once he had everything laid out that he'd use, he met Dean's gaze. "Getting this in place is gonna hurt like a bitch but it should keep you from jarring it anymore 'til we can find someone that can set it."

Dean nodded, understanding they didn't have any other options while they were so far in the woods. It was lucky enough that Jacob knew that much. Civilians didn't have as much need for battlefield medication as hunters did.

Setting the arm himself was out of the question. The amount of pain alone might make Dean black out, and the demon, on purpose or by accident, had put his main arm out of commission. He could still fire a gun and fight left handed, but nowhere near as well as he could with his other arm.

"Do what you have to," Dean said, shifting position. "But…" He lifted up his hand. "You probably shouldn't be in my hand when he sets it," he warned the sprite. It made him wince to imagine a flinch of pain making him close the fist. "I've got a pocket if you need to rest, or a shoulder if you're up to it."

"I'm up to anything, I'm perfectly fine," Bowman answered quickly, indignant at any implication otherwise. When he moved to stand on Dean's hand, however, he couldn't hide the expression that clouded over his face as his legs threatened not to hold him up.

At least his wings were uninjured. He could deal with his legs not working as well as they recovered from the harsh squeeze on them. If his wings had been injured, Bowman would be distraught and most likely still curled up on Dean's hand. Instead, he fluttered them briefly and before a second had passed he'd landed in a stumble on Dean's shoulder.

Jacob frowned slightly at the sight of Bowman shakily settling himself down, unable to stay standing for too long without pain. His own hands had done that, but he had to remind himself that it wasn't his fault. He brushed aside the memory of Bowman's desperate struggling to concentrate on preparing the cloth he needed to wrap around Dean's arm to pad it from getting any worse.

"Okay, dude. On three. One, two-" To break the anticipation, he made contact before ever reaching three.

Dean let out a strangled growl of pain, the anticipation shattered by Jacob's early move. He really should have seen it coming, but the pain had his mind fogged over and the worry for Sam clouded over even that. He settled for a glare at nothing.

Don't be such a wuss, Winchester. Sammy's still out there.

Biting his lip, Dean did his best to keep his injured arm from flinching while Jacob worked. His other hand curled into a fist, the biting pain from his fingernails digging into his palm a welcome distraction. Even the slight weight of Bowman sitting on his shoulder helped, giving him something more to focus on.

"We should work on your bedside manner," Dean chattered aimlessly to the air.

Jacob let out a humorless laugh, for the sake of acknowledging Dean's quip more than anything. He had to work quickly before he lost his nerve and his hands started to shake. Staring so intently right at Dean's arm was turning his stomach. It shouldn't be bent like that.

"Sorry, dude. You want a pretty nurse, we'll get you to the hospital later after we find Sam," he managed to say, while he finished wrapping the bandages around the improvised padding. He didn't have a splint, but it'd have to do. After making sure Dean had the extra gauze wrapped in his hand for extra stability, Jacob picked up the shirt he planned to use for a sling.

Bowman flinched at the sound of the fabric tearing. "Will that hold it?" he asked, skeptically, while Jacob finished up his adjustments to the shape of the shirt. "How'd you know to do that?"

Jacob shrugged. "Wilderness survival stuff, you just kinda pick up knowledge here and there," he muttered distractedly. "Ah. Excuse me, Bowman," he added when he glanced up and realized he'd need to secure the sling over the shoulder that the sprite occupied.

Bowman inched to the side before pushing himself up to his feet again. He hopped off the shoulder and hovered nearby while Jacob tied a final knot, securing Dean's broken arm in a sling that would hopefully keep it immobile until they had better supplies.

"So it worked?" Bowman asked, hovering a little closer to peer at the injured arm, which was now surrounded thoroughly by thick cloth.

"It worked enough," Dean managed to get out, surveying the arm himself and realizing it didn't feel as weird as it should to have a sprite hovering so close. "More will have to wait until we have everyone together, and get you two back to the village." A painful thought, one that the case had staved off so far, came to him.

Would Sam stay here?

He had an entire family, after all. Why would he want to give it all up to go back to a world he didn't fit into, with a brother who could hurt him by accident? Dean just wasn't enough on his own to give up an entire world for, and he didn't feel like he even deserved to ask Sam that question. And on the other side of that coin, Dean could never stay in the village. Not for more than a visit, at least. It wasn't where he was meant to be. Even if he was the same size he wouldn't fit in, and at his current size he'd stand out like a sore thumb.

Sighing, Dean pushed himself to his feet with his uninjured arm, carefully keeping away from knocking into Bowman. "Do you have any idea where Sam or Bobby might be?" he asked Jacob, his brow furrowing with concern.

Jacob stood, throwing the strap of the duffel bag over his shoulder as he did so. He held the flashlight aimed towards the disturbed ground. "I ... I remember where the demon knocked me out," he supplied. "That's where I last saw either of them."

Bowman flew side to side in an agitated pattern. Now that Dean was taken care of, Sam had rushed back to the fore of his concerns. The older brother that had decided he had to join Bowman in the sky, that had been there for him through some of the toughest years of his life, was missing. Bowman had to find him, and he prayed that he wasn't hurt out there.

"Well, lead the way, giant!" he demanded. "We should start there in case Sam just had to hide when the demon took you over instead."

Jacob nodded. "If he's out looking for us he'll see us walking around," he reasoned. He took a deep breath before turning and peering around to get his bearings before leading the way.

Dean followed slightly behind Jacob, his eyes scanning the ground as the flashlight panned over it. He wished he didn't feel so damn useless, but at the very least he could help get Sam and Bowman back to safety before even thinking about himself again.

The sling held the arm in place, but without it being set right, numbing pain continued to run through his body from each step. A cold sweat broke out on Dean's forehead, tiny droplets glistening in the night air as he did his best to concentrate.

The pain was what made him miss it at first.

Not until Dean's boot was lifting up for another step did he notice that it nudged against some leaves that didn't act like the others. They moved in a uniform fashion, staying together where they should scatter.

Dean's heart dropped out.

"Sam?" he called out, realizing what he'd almost stepped on. He could have destroyed all of Sam's careful work without even noticing.

Dean dropped to his knees, trying to lean down far enough to look under the tiny leaf glider. "Sammy? Are you okay?"

Bowman whirled around in midair, and then looked down. His eyes found what Dean was looking at along with the beam from the flashlight, and he dove down before Jacob could even ask what was going on. The other giant remained standing, trying to hold the flashlight steady, while Bowman landed next to the glider with a graceless stumble.

He hurried to the glider, heedless of the way Dean leaned so close overhead. Ducking underneath, he let out a terse sigh and peered back out. "He's not here and none of the harnesses are broken," he announced. "He must have landed here on purpose and gone to hide."

With that said, Bowman wasted no time darting into the air again and gliding to the nearest foliage and low bushes. He pushed aside fern leaves, hoping against hope that he'd find his brother hiding there.

"Sam, where are you? We got rid of the demon thing, you can come back," he called, flying a little higher and scanning around even as Jacob swept the light from side to side.

The thought of Sam, running along the ground a night, without wings or any way to tell which direction an owl call came from, set Bowman's heart pounding. He could be anywhere. He could have been ... "Sam, you gotta come out now," he blurted, refusing to believe that Sam Winchester, a knight of Wellwood, could have been taken down so easily. Even birds thought twice when those rapiers were involved.

He flew to the base of a tree, searching near the roots. Sam could be hiding under any fallen leaf. That was how he'd stayed safe when he first arrived in Wellwood. Bowman eyed them all, one by one, searching for any sign of Sam limping over to the tree to wait for help.

Dean scooped the glider into his hand, protectively cradling it to his chest as he stumbled back to his feet. Any thought of pain from his arm was washed away by panic. "Sammy?" he called out in the night air, praying for an answering call to come. Sam was four inches tall. He couldn't have gone far.

A panicked thought rose to mind, leading Dean to checking the bottom of his boots. Please God no.

There was nothing.

The beam of light swept over their surroundings. Nothing. A slight impression in the ground where either Bobby or Jacob might have landed at some point, but nothing of a small swordsman with fluffy hair and bright hazel eyes.

Dean's grip tightened slightly on the tiny glider, holding his only connection to the brother he'd lost so long ago. Lost and then found, along with an entire adopted family and a village who'd saved his little brother's life.

Now he was lost again.

Bowman returned to check on the glider in a last ditch effort to find a clue. He landed on Dean's hand, ignoring the closer grip around the carefully crafted glider, and slipped under its wings to double and triple check all of the harnesses. Even the ballast bags were properly filled for balanced flight. Bowman's heart pounded and he put his hands over his face in frustration and desperation, sitting there on Dean's hand while Dean turned in place, his own desperation growing.

"Sam! "

No reply came.

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I don't think our beta reader, Kimstaticchild has quite forgiven us for this one yet.

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