Hey everyone! Once again, I'm blown away by the support I've received for my stories. You all rock! Thank you very, very much! Now, onto chapter 3.

Cindy.

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Two weeks had passed and the number of hunters that had migrated to the compound had grown to thirty. The compound now had running water and power thanks to several generators and the solar panels that graced the roofs of all of the buildings. The kitchen was fully stocked with enough food to feed the steadily growing population of hunters. Two hunters, Joel Masters and Tara Stanton, had taken it upon themselves to become camp cooks and kept the other hunters well fed and happy.

Sleeping quarters had been established with Sam taking up residence in a small one room building. The room contained a double sized bed pushed into one corner, a small desk on the opposite wall, and a few old wooden chairs. Bobby and Dean shared the larger building next to Sam's. Dean was not comfortable with the set up but wanted to give Sam the space he needed for his many meetings with Isaral, who had shown up at the end of week one and stayed on.

The other hunters either stayed in the cot filled barracks building or set up tents around the complex. All occupants of the compound shared the showers and toilets with certain times set up for each gender to use the showers.

Each hunter had their assigned duties and the camp ran quite smoothly. Several hunters had completed digging a small trench that completely surrounded the compound and all that remained to be done was to fill the trench with salt to keep the camp safe from demon infiltration.

A small medical facility had been set up and had been stocked with various medical supplies that had been snaked from several clinics and hospitals in the surrounding towns. Dr. Maggie Denton, the wife of Mel Denton, a hunter who had been killed while hunting a Wendigo, ran the medical facility. So far, the injuries she had treated had been minor, a few cuts, bumps and bruises sustained when a group of three demons had attacked the compound.

After a short fight, the demons had been lured to a building in the middle of the compound and had been trapped by the devil's trap that covered the ceiling. The demons had been exorcised and their hosts had been treated, then taken into town and left in a park, confused and bewildered, but alive.

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Dean and Bobby stood with Jakota and Bryan as they waited for Sam. They were going to grab a bite to eat and then head into town for more supplies. Sam emerged from his quarters and smiled slightly at the four men then started toward them. Suddenly, a loud bang was heard and the four men watched in shocked silence as Sam was spun around to his right then lifted from his feet, landing on the ground with a hard thud. Other hunters ran from the mess hall, their heads jerking from side to side to see what had happened. They all turned in one direction when they heard an anguished cry and saw Dean scramble across the dirt then fall to his knees beside a sprawled form.

"SAM!!"

Dean dropped down next to Sam, his heart pounding painfully in his chest. Sam lay on his right side, his left arm stretched up over his head, hiding his face from Dean's view. Dean sensed the others standing over him and he looked up briefly at Bobby before settling his gaze back onto his brother. He noticed a pool of blood forming beneath Sam and he gently grasped Sam's arm, pulling it down from the stricken hunter's face, then carefully rolled him over. Sam's eyes were wide open and glassy. He stared straight ahead until Dean grasped his hand at which time he slowly turned his gaze onto his brother. His mouth moved as he tried to speak but only a gurgle come out, followed by a cough that spattered blood over his pale face and coated his blue tinged lips.

"S-Sammy?" Dean whispered as he looked down Sam's body, his eyes resting on the growing crimson stain on the right side of Sam's chest.

Dean looked up when Maggie Denton dropped down on Sam's other side. She quickly began to evaluate Sam's condition, pulling his shirt up so she could see his wound. Dean turned his attention to Bobby, rage and fear mixing in his eyes.

"Gordon Walker. Gordon did this. Find him Bobby," Dean seethed.

"Already being taken care of Dean. Don't worry, we'll find him," Bobby replied, his gaze turning to Sam and the doctor.

"Dean, this gunshot is right through Sam's lung. I-I ..." Maggie stammered.

"What? Maggie, you have to help him!" Dean cried, his eyes falling to Sam's pale face.

"I can't Dean! He has no breath sounds on the right side. His lung is collapsed and he's lost too much blood," Maggie answered, panic filling her voice.

"We have to get him to town! Come on! We have to..." Dean started, his frantic hand pushing firmly at the wound on Sam's chest.

"Dean! He'll never make it. And I don't have the resources. I'm sorry...I..."

"No! He's not going to die! I won't let him! Bryan, get Isaral! Now Bryan!!" Dean screamed, then turned back to Sam.

Sam continued to stare at Dean, his pain filled eyes pleading with his big brother to help him. His breaths came in short, wheezing gasps and his lips had turned a sicklier shade of blue. Suddenly, he arched up from the ground, his eyes shut tightly as tears were squeezed from the corners. Blood spilled over his lips as he gasped for air.

"Sam! Oh God, Sammy! It's okay little brother. I'm here. You're going to be okay!" Dean cried as he tried to calm his brother. "Where's Isaral!!!???"

Sam collapsed back to the ground, his body falling limp as his eyes closed. Dean cupped Sam's cheek, pulling his face around to his.

"Sam! No, you stay with me. I can't do this without you! Please little brother..." Dean cried.

Dean flinched when he felt a hand on his shoulder and instinctively knew it was Bobby. He turned his eyes just in time to see Bryan lead Isaral through the crowd of hunters that surrounded them.

"Please Isaral. Please save him..." Dean pled, his hand brushing absently through Sam's hair.

Isaral kneeled next to Sam then rested his hand over the wound in Sam's chest. A bright light emanated from his hand as he lay his other hand over the fallen hunters eyes. Isaral spoke in soft tones as the light from his hand grew brighter. The hunters that encircled the scene shielded their eyes as the light became too bright. Dean lowered his chin to his chest, closing his eyes against the brightness.

After several minutes, Isaral rose and looked down upon the young man on the ground. Dean took Sam's face into his hands, his eyes searching his little brothers face got signs of life. He sat up and grasped Sam's hand when Sam's eyes moved rapidly under his lids. Sam's eyes fluttered open and he gazed tiredly up at Dean's face.

"D-Dean?" he whispered hoarsely.

"Shhh Sammy. It's okay. You're okay," Dean reassured his brother and himself.

"Dean, we need to get Sam back to his room," Maggie said softly.

Dean nodded, then reached one arm under Sam's upper back and one under his knees. Bobby hurried to Sam's other side and helped Dean lift him. They carried the weak young man to his room and carefully laid him on his bed. Maggie immediately took over, examining Sam as she had done before. Several minutes later she looked up and smiled.

"Sam is quite weak, but his chest sounds fine now. He needs to rest but I think he'll be fine in a few days. I-I can't believe it. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I..." Maggie remarked.

Dean grinned then sat on the edge of Sam's bed. "See Sam, you're gonna be fine," he said softly.

"M'tired Dean," Sam whispered as his eyes slowly closed.

"Yeah, sleep Sam. I'll be right here when you wake up," Dean said quietly.

The door to Sam's room opened and Jakota hurried to Dean and Bobby, his eyes falling to Sam's sleeping form. They widened at the large blood stain on Sam's shirt.

"Uh...um..." he stammered as he pulled his eyes away from his friend. "There's no sign of the shooter. We found where he was hidden, but there's no sign of him now."

"I know it was Gordon. I want three sets of two patrolling the perimeter 'round the clock. Everyone keeps their eyes open for Walker. I want him alive. I want to be the one to kill the bastard," Dean commanded.

Jakota nodded then left after one more glance at Sam. Dean turned to Bobby, his eyes filled with fury and hatred.

"Gordon Walker is a dead man!" he spat, Bobby nodding his head in agreement.

The two hunters pulled up chairs and settled in next to Sam's bed. They nodded when Maggie made her leave then settled in once again to watch over the recovering hunter.

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OMG, did I just hurt Sam? Me? Can't be huh? lol I hope you all liked the chapter and hope you will let me know either way! Catch you all tomorrow for chapter 4.

Cindy.