I haven't updated anything for a while, I do have reasons I just cant. So please bear with... XD

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Chapter 6- fighting for your brothers...

Sam fell to his knees beside Spencer looking at the dazed way the latter was looking up at him. "C'mon, let me see the damage," Sam murmured soothingly as he slowly moved closer, peering at the side closest to him- which seemed to have the most damage on. He cringed slightly as he moved across to Reid, feeling the twinge of pain shoot across from the large wound on his chest. "Spence, talk to me," he mused holding Spencer's arm and angling his face closer to that of Reid's.

Then suddenly Reid was back to clarity, looking at Sam worriedly and looking around briefly checking on something he knew wasn't there. But he still checked anyway..."Where's Dean?" Spencer asked. He had the kind of characteristics that meant he was always more concerned with others than his own safety.

Sam patted the hand of the man laid next to him and nodded reassuringly. "Dean's okay. I'd say he has a broken leg and a pretty bad concussion... and a hell of a lot of bruises," he began, trying to soothe the man on the ground. "Now Spence, I'm gonna have to look at the damage properly and see what I can do to help. If it hurts tell me to stop, 'kay," Sam explained, and he slowly rolled Spencer onto his left side eliciting a small gasp of pain in response. He looked pained at what he was doing to Reid, but he had to see what was wrong and whether he could fix it.

Reid looked over his shoulder and caught Sam's gaze. "I'm... fine," Reid panted, catching his breath in the middle as a twinge of pain shocked his small frame.

They looked at each other briefly and Sam nodded slowly, feeling guilty about even doing this to the man, but he had to know how bad the damage Reid had managed to receive. "I'm sorry kid..." Sam murmured as he checked out the wounds. Carefully he moved a piece of torn clothing, diagnosing the state of his patients ribs to the best of his ability (he knew about a lot of wounds from various hunts in which they, or others, had received them).

Then a sudden voice filled the steady silence, as Sam carefully checked every inch of Reid's side elicitating slight groans as he checked out the bruises and damaged skin. "How's Spence!" Dean yelled from the inside, making Reid deflate slightly as he knew that Dean must be okay now, even though he flinched at the sudden noise.

Sam slowly laid Spencer flat on his back again in the best position he could find, as he was trying to prevent agitating the wounds any more than he really had to. Sam sat up slightly grasping a bloody hand to his chest and cupped his hands around his mouth to call back to his brother. "He's alive Dean! I'm staying her though. Stay awake 'kay?" he shouted in reply, trying to ignore the flinching response from the man beside him at the loud noise.

They could almost hear the slight laugh from Dean, knowing how exactly how he would react in this situation. As sadly they had plenty of bad situations like this in their past to best guess what Dean would currently be doing. "Good. I'm not going anywhere Sammy!" he yelled in reply, a mocking tone appearing in his response which helped calm the two men down. Knowing that their 'rock' would be okay...

Those arduous minutes that followed were almost torture for all those involved. As they couldn't bear waiting. Especially for Dean, as he had no idea what state Reid was actually in, as Sam's voice didn't really portray any of his emotions. Then, finally, the sound of sirens made their way toward them...

As the people came closer Sam just sat there watching as they lifted the now unconscious form of Reid onto the stretcher checking his vitals as they did so. Sam glanced back and hurried to Dean, panicking slightly and batting away anyone trying to get him into the awaiting ambulance. "Dean! Dean I couldn't him awake!" he cried trying to fight back tears as the limp form of Reid played over in his mind. He ran to stand by his brother, completely ignoring his own pain as there were more important things to think about right now. He looked down at Dean who was being checked out and smiled slightly as Dean's expression (grumpy and annoyed at all the questions).

Dean turned and looked at Sam calmly. "Go with him Sam. And promise me you'll get checked out when you get there!" Dean cried gesturing to Sam's sliced open shirt. Then Dean motioned his brother to go the other way, wishing that he could protect the others and not just sit here as a helpless counterpart. He felt too venerable and pointless just sitting here- he just wanted to help.

Dean was panicking when he was lifted onto a stretcher. "I wanna ride with Spence and Sammy!" he cried, ignoring them imploring him to be quiet and to calm down. Was this a panic attack?

Thankfully Dean was loaded into the same ambulance as the others, and stared for the first time at Spencer. "Reid!" he cried going suddenly serious as he saw his brother and tried to deftly reach for him and couldn't manage to.

Then Sam was there; distracting him as the anaesthetic was pumped into his system, finally managing to knock him out. "That's the first panic attack he's ever had," Sam muttered watching as they fussed over Reid in the other stretcher. As they were forced to focus on him not on the others as he was in a more serious condition (that had probably been the main excuse for knocking Dean out).

An EMT turned around, looking over at the two Winchester's. "Sir, can you watch his monitors while we check your brother," a woman asked him while her partner delved in trying to clamp the wound shut, thus slowing the bleeding.

Sam looked up at her and met her eyes briefly before she turned back. "His name is Spencer," stated Sam in an unemotional monotone, sitting beside Dean and taking a few seconds to himself to calm down, the first time in a long while where he knew there was hope...

There you go, not much really happens but this bit was needed.