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Dean's foot caught on a piece of loose concrete, and his knees and hands hit the ground hard. He felt a muted crack in his left pinky, but ignored it and jumped to his feet immediately. He kept running till he got to the corner, and jumped the little fence bordering it and the lawn, coming to the main highway…

And then he saw it.

Dean got too the edge of the building quickly, running around the corner until he could see the road. There were a few vehicles along the side of the turn-off, most of them parked beside the parking lot, and Dean's eyes scanned quickly across them. Sam wasn't anywhere to be seen. Dean's eye eventually caught on the exterior of a red pickup, which was half blocked by Dean's view but was in the middle of the road. Dean could also hear the gentle purr of the engine.

"Sam!" He ran forward, dodging the parked cars on his way to the truck. He was approaching it from the back, so it was hard to see if anyone was there. "Sam?" He came around the edge, and eventually he caught sight of something that made his blood run cold. A foot. Sam's foot.

His suspicions now confirmed, Dean ran to the front of the truck until he could see the whole body. Sam was lying on his back and side by the front bumper, and Dean knelt down swiftly by his side. "Sammy?"

Dean already knew Sam was conscious by the way he was breathing, but it still scarred him how long it took those dark green eyes to meet his own. "D-Dean?"
"Yeah Sammy, it's me." Dean raised a hand to set on his brother's shoulder and hesitated, unsure where there might be any injuries. He looked Sam up and down, noticing a gash on Sam's chest below the left ribcage, and another by his collarbone. "Sam listen, it's going to be okay. I'm calling for help." Dean gave his brother as reassuring of a look as he could muster as he reached in his pocket for his cell phone to dial 911.

"Hello, emergency services, how may I help you?"

"Hello? My… my brother's been hit by a truck," Dean mumbled quickly. "I n-need an ambulance."

"Where are you?"

"On the corner of…"Dean looked around him, angry that he didn't know what highway he was on. " Of that highway by the Four Corners motel."

" Alright sir, we need you to stay calm. I'm sending an ambulance right now," the voice of the woman on the other end chimed, way too calm to be sane. Didn't she care that Sammy was bleeding on the sidewalk? How was Dean supposed to stay calm?!

"Yeah, okay. Just hurry!" Dean hung up, the phone falling beside him on the hard concrete with a clink. He realized that he forgot to tell her his phone number or name, and suddenly got anxious. Trying to steady himself, he turned to Sam, who was watching him with a look of pain and confusion. "Someone's coming Sammy, it's going to be okay."

"…'K-Kay…"

Dean's frown deepened as he looked at his brother. The effort to even breathe seemed difficult, and there was already a gleam of cold sweat breaking on his forehead. "Okay little brother…"Dean moved his head over Sam until his eyes were met, and calmed his face into rescue-mode. " I'm going to check you over, and I want you to tell me if anything hurts. Okay?"

That got a small nod out of Sam, whose face was palling by the second.

"Okay," Dean tried to remember John teaching them first aid as kids, their father's voice serious as he gave them instructions. "First thing's first. Check for injuries. This is called the 'Pat and Check', because you have to be careful not to hurt the person when you are doing this."

Dean put two fingers on the side of the back of Sam's neck, and patted a line down to the shoulders and on either side of the arm to check for blood and bruises. He could tell that Sam was physically staying still because he remembered this too, but Dean heard Sam's breath hitch when Dean bumped his side. He quickly made note of that before checking the legs, which weren't bleeding either. Looking back over at Sam, Dean hesitated. "Sam, I want you to flex your fingers and toes for me, okay?"

Dean saw the fingers on both hands move along with the boots moving slightly behind him and he nodded. "Okay, any of that hurt?"

There was a pause, in which Dean watched Sam take a slow breath. "…No."

"Now just because the limbs aren't bleeding doesn't mean that there aren't any internal wounds…"

"Okay Sam, good." Dean gave his brother a forced smile, his hand hesitating above the abdominal area. "Okay, now I want you to tell me if any of this hurts, okay?"

Sam nodded, but from the worried expression, Dean thought he might be preparing himself. And that wasn't a good sign. Gently, he patted either side of Sam's waist, moving up to the ribs and chest. Sam grimaced a little, and Dean nodded, moving to the middle of the chest and rib area. The second his hand touched the area between the sternum and belly button, Sam gasped and clenched his jaw, his breath hitching immediately.

Dean winced, pulling back just as a hand closed around his arm just above the elbow, and he grabbed Sam's forearm in return, ignoring the pinch on his arm as Sam grabbed a handful of his jacket. "…Sorry Sammy," Dean tried to smile and failed. Damn… It was understandable to hurt after being hit by a truck… but not that much. Dean glanced again at Sam's stomach, wishing he had x-ray vision so he could verify what he already knew. Sam had internal bleeding… and bad. "It's okay little brother. Just try and breathe slowly."

There was a soft hissing sound as Sam took in a deep breath through clenched teeth, and he struggled for a minute before releasing it. When his eyes opened, Dean saw that his cheeks were wet.

"Common Sammy," Dean tightened his grip on Sam's forearm nervously, unsure what to do. "It's going to be okay. It's okay."

A noise reached Dean's senses, and his insides swelled with gratitude. Sirens. Thank god…

"Hear that Sammy," Dean looked down to Sam again, smiling. "That's the ambulance. It's going to be okay little bro, we're going to get you to the hospital."

When Dean heard the sound of a car door opening, Dean looked behind him suddenly. That was weird… he forgot about the driver of the truck.

"D-Dean…"Sam tugged on Dean's elbow a bit, trying to tell him something, but Dean pulled out of his grip to stand up as he heard the truck door shut.

"De… Wait…"

"Just a minute Sammy," Dean tossed his brother a reassuring look before turning to see the driver. It was a man, about thirty or so, with short red hair and farmers tan. He was staring at Sam – and Sam was staring back – and then he raised his head to look towards the road, where the ambulances were just pulling onto the road.

"Finally…"

Dean hesitated, confused. "What?"

"D..ean."

Sam's voice brought Dean back, and he quickly knelt down at his brother's side again. "S'okay, they're here. It's going to be okay."

Sam took a deep breath, speaking on the exhale. "Dean…"

"Yeah Sam, I'm here." Dean squeezed Sam's arm comfortingly. "Sam, I'm just going to stand up and wave them over so they can find us, okay?"

"No!" Sam grabbed Dean's wrist, shaking his head. "No… just…"

"Sam, its alright. I'm here. I'm just standing up to" –

"Wait…"Breath. " The… driver… he's…"

"Yeah Sam, the driver's okay too. He's going to be alright" –

"J-Just… listen. He's…"

Dean frowned, looking Sam in the eye. "He's what? What about him Sammy?"

Sam took another deep breath, and Dean found it disturbing how much effort it was taking to talk. "He's p… posse…"

Dean's stomach did a jolt, although he tried very hard not to flinch. "Possessed?" he mouthed, and Sam nodded, his eyes moving back to the man standing by the truck almost too calmly. He did seem odd, but if he was possessed why was he just standing there? "You sure?" He whispered to Sam, who nodded. Dean looked up towards the upcoming medics, worried. The demon wouldn't hurt them, would it?

Don't be stupid Dean, that's what demons live for.

Dean jumped when a hand was placed on his shoulder, although when he spun around anxiously he saw that it was only a woman with a red cross on her arm. "Sir," She raised her eyebrows reassuringly. "If you could please step aside, I'm going to take a look at him."

With a late nod, Dean let himself be lead out of the way by a middle-aged man with a beard. "Just… be careful," he muttered to the woman, but he was still looking at the driver of the truck. He didn't seem possessed, and hadn't shown any signs whatsoever. How did Sam even know? Did Sam's demon connection give him the ability to know if someone was possessed or not? Or maybe he was just assuming?

It was because of this thought, and the fact that Dean was too stunned to work properly, that he didn't notice the man walking towards him until he was but a foot away. He tensed, his arm moving towards the inside of his jacket and his holy water, but his arm was still being held by the medic, who didn't seem at all surprised to see a random man approaching them. Dean didn't pull away yet, knowing it would give away the fact that Dean was suspicious. "It's about time you guys got here," The man smiled at the medic, before continuing. "You are late… I was almost afraid that we killed him for a second."

We? Suddenly Dean got it. This man planned to hit Sam. And the medic was in on it.

Just as Dean made a move, his arms were being held back behind him. He struggled; pulling against the demon's strong grip before he heard the click of handcuffs and felt the cold metal fasten around his wrists.

"So…"The redheaded man smiled, his eyes turning black. " Dean. It's a pleasure. I've heard a lot about you."

"Oh really?" Dean glared back angrily. "It's not like I don't get that all the time…"

"I'm sure you do," the man smirked, nodding appreciatively. "Where I come from, you're famous."

"And where is that?" Dean kept his game face on, although he was sure he already knew the answer.

The man didn't say anything for a second, only smiled. "Oh… Only your little home away from home. A lot of people miss you downstairs, Dean."

"Is that so?" Dean felt that familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach; rage, shame, guilt; and he felt his eyes darken as he looked at the man.

All of a sudden, Dean heard a commotion behind him, and he saw Sam struggling against the restrains on his gurney as two medics pulled him towards the ambulance. For a moment, for a brief second, he had forgotten Sam was there. Forgotten where he was. The medics were talking to each other angrily, bickering.

"…and if you aren't going to get him to stay still, just sedate him or something!"

"You know what the boss said, no drugs!"

"He's going to make us drop him!"

"Hey!" Dean shouted angrily, pulling on the restraints of his arms. "What the hell are you doing? Let him go!"

"Now Dean…"The demon in front of him frowned, faking confusion. " I thought you wanted an ambulance. You did call us, after all."

"Yeah, but" –

A fist came across his face so fast that there was no time to react, and suddenly the man behind him had his hands under Dean's shoulders, the other grabbing his feet to lift him. He kicked against their grip, but there was barely any time to struggle before he was tossed into the back of the red pickup. He hit the metal hard, and felt a pop in his shoulder as it dislocated. Letting out a little cry of pain, he felt darkness surround him as they pulled a tarp overtop of him onto the back of the cab.

"Sorry Dean," he could hear the demon laughing as he tied the tarp down. "You asked for my help. I guess this is why you never cry wolf. You should know better by now."

Dean heard the demons walk to the front of the truck, and after a few minutes, it truck started to move. Dean felt the cab shaking underneath him, and every bump sent a jar up and down his shoulder. He tried to use the trick Sam taught him and count the minutes as the ticked by, recording every speed bump and turn in his memory. But when they made a particularly sharp turn and he slid to the side of the truck, bashing his head against the metal grating, he lost count. And feeling. And eventually, consciousness.