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Jack saw a flashlight illuminate the woods at the top of the slope and he almost jumped up and down for joy. "Dean, the paramedics are here!"

Dean turned away from Sam and saw his dad, Caleb, and three paramedics carrying a stretcher begin to come down the slope.

"Dad!" Dean called out in relief.

Dean turned his attention back to Sam. "Sammy help his here. You are going to be fine little brother."

Sam's eyes cracked open. "De…"

Dean grabbed his brother's hand. "Good to see you awake kid."

The paramedics gasped at the sight of the teenage boy. They assessed him and knew that this kid had lost way too much blood. He needed to get to a hospital as soon as possible.

The one paramedic politely asked Dean to step back which immediately frightened Sam. His breathing became more labored as he mumbled Dean's name.

Dean poked his head up behind one of the paramedics and began speaking reassurances to Sam. "Sam, you are going to be fine. They are going to help you. Relax Sam. Deep easy breaths." Sam's breathing calmed somewhat as he drifted back into the oblivion.

The one paramedic began issuing orders. "Ok, get this kid on the stretcher. Alright one of us needs to hold the branch." Once the paramedics were situated, they lifted Sam up and John led the way back to the path with Dean, Jack, and Caleb following behind.

It had been a rough trek. They had to move slowly despite how pale and clammy Sam had gotten. They all breathed a huge sigh of relief however when the exit of the forest came into view. "Ok, when we get out of here we need to get him to an ambulance and to a hospital immediately," the one paramedic whose name was Bill said. "Only one of you can ride with him."

When the group breached the exit to the forest people gasped at the sight of Sam. The paramedics ignored it and began hurrying as fast as they could to the ambulance to begin doing whatever they could for Sam in the field. John turned to Dean, "You go with him. Caleb and I have something to do."

"Dad, you are going to go burn that damn thing. Your son is dieing and that is what you are going to do. Can't it wait?"

"No, Dean. I have to get rid of the son of a bitch that did this to Sammy."

Caleb gave Dean's shoulder a quick squeeze before following John back into the woods. Dean hopped in the back of the ambulance and saw that Sam had been intubated. In the harsh light of the ambulance, Dean truly saw the shape Sam was in. His dark eyelashes were a stark contrast to his deathly pale face. A glistening sheen of sweat was covering Sam's body. His shirt had been cut off and Dean almost gagged as he finally got a good look at the wound in Sam's side. Pus and blood were still seeping out of the wound. One paramedic tried to apply as much pressure as possible to the wound while another continued to hold the branch. Dean became increasingly anxious as he saw how low Sam's blood pressure was and how high his temperature was. 103 degrees is never a good sign.

Upon exiting the woods, Jack met up with his parents and Anna. Hugs were exchanged before Pete mentioned that Jack should head to the hospital to get his arm stitched up. Before leaving both Jack and Anna went over to see Sam and saw as the paramedics got him prepared for transport. Jack placed his arm around Anna's shoulders when he saw that his friend was crying. Dean looked over at the two and gave them a nod as the ambulance's sirens began blaring and the doors were shut.

Jack and Anna both headed to their parents and went to the hospital as well.

Pete watched the ambulance leave and suddenly became overwhelmed with a surge of intense anger. He sought out one face in the crowd of people, Police Chief Davis. Pete was seeing red when he picked out the face of his former friend. He ran over to him and punched him as hard as he could in the face. Taken by surprise Davis fell to the ground. Two police officers immediately grabbed Pete's arms to prevent him from continuing his assault. "YOU BETTER HOPE HE LIVES YOU BASTARD! YOU BETTER HOPE HE LIVES! Silly prank. DID YOU SEE HIM DAVIS! HE WAS IMPALED BY A BRANCH. HIS BONE IS STICKING OUT OF HIS LEG! YOU BETTER HOPE TO HELL HE SURVIVES!!"

Davis just stared open-mouthed at his former best friend. He had never in his life seen Pete that mad before. Davis hoped to hell the Winchester boy survived.

Upon arrival at the hospital, Sam was whisked out of the ambulance quickly. Dean jogged behind the gurney and heard the paramedics spout out Sam's stats. "Seventeen year old male, possible concussion, compound fracture…" He strained to hear as Sam was wheeled through the big red doors of the emergency room.

Dean was directed to a chair in the waiting room and forms were handed to him. Dean was shaking too much to even fill out Sam's name. He took a few deep breaths and then filled out the forms as quickly as he could. He handed them to the nurse who gave him a pity filled expression before returning to the waiting room.

Dean could not believe what had happened over the past few hours. Dean put his face in his hands and wept.

Five minutes later Jack and Anna arrived. Both were looked at just to make sure everything was okay. While the two were seeing a doctor, the Graham's and the Baker's asked Dean if he needed anything like coffee. He just looked up at them and shook his head before resting his head back in his hands.

Forty-five minutes later Jack and Anna were both released. Jack had needed twenty stitches on his arm but was otherwise fine, while Anna barring a few cuts was also deemed okay. Jack and Anna both wanted to stay and wait to hear word about Sam but their parents refused, explaining that they both needed sleep and could return early tomorrow morning. After much arguing, the two kids conceded to their parents demand. Before leaving they both walked over to Dean and each put a hand on his shoulders. He looked up at them with tear filled eyes.

"Dean, we are both heading home. We will be back early tomorrow morning, but do you need anything right now?" Anna asked.

"No," Dean's voice cracked. "I'm fine. You guys get some sleep. Sam would be mad if he knew you guys were trying to get a much needed sleep in hospital chairs."

"Ok," Jack said as the two turned to leave.

"Hey, Anna. Jack." The two turned back around to face Dean. "Sam is going to make it. I know he is. He is a fighter and he is going to fight his hardest to survive."

"Yes he is a fighter Dean," said Anna as Jack nodded at Dean.

Dean found himself alone with his thoughts again for a few minutes before he heard the words, "Family of Samuel Winchester."

Dean stood up and approached the doctor. The two shook hands as Dean said, "I'm Sam's brother. How is he?"

"Sam needs surgery for his leg and the wound in his side. Time is of the essence and we need parental consent. I will give you more details later but right now all I can say is Sam is in critical condition." At that moment, John and Caleb burst into the emergency room waiting room. John introduced himself to the doctor, got up to speed on Sam's condition, and then signed the consent form. Dean, Caleb, and John were given directions to the surgical waiting room on the third floor where the group spent the next three hours.

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