I apologize for not updating this in awhile. I was focusing solely on my other story, but now that that one is done, I can focus on this one again. Thanks to everyone who responded to the first chapter. I really appreciate it!:)

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"Okay, Sam I am heading to you guys right now. I will be there in three hours. Sam are you okay?" Bobby asked.

Bobby felt his stomach flip when he heard Sam whisper "No."

Bobby took a deep breath as he climbed into his car and pulled out of the salvage yard.

"Sam what are your injuries?"

Sam's body tensed as another wave a pain flowed across his body. He took a deep breath before responding. "Bobby, don't worry about me. But seriously you need to get here fast…please…Bobby…I need you."

Bobby felt the color drain from his face as he heard the youngest Winchester's plea.

"Sam, hold tight kiddo. I promise you I will be there by morning, but Sam please tell me what is wrong with you. If not me, you have to tell Dean."

"Bobby I can't. Dean's hurt too. It will not do him any good worrying about me. I can take care of myself."

"Sam…"

"Bobby just please hurry. Bye."

With that, Sam hung up the phone. Bobby smacked the steering wheel. "Damnit!"

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Sam shut the phone and looked out at the street. The world was an eerie sight. Debris was everywhere and he could hear sirens in the distant. Sam knew however that there would be no sirens coming for him and Dean. Trees were down all along the street. Moreover, Sam had tried calling for help all ready and he could not get through. The little house they were staying at was alone at the very end of a deserted side street. No one would even think to check the road.

Sam shivered from pain and fear as he realized until morning Dean and him were completely alone. Sam reached for his back and felt warm liquid coming through the t-shirt. He then reached up for his head and realized blood was seeping through the bandana as well. "We are so screwed," Sam whispered to the night.

Sam then went back inside to Dean.

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Dean heard the floorboards creak as Sam came back inside. From his position on the floor, he called to Sam. "Sammy, what's going on outside?"

Sam was currently walking into the kitchen to find a different towel for his back. Once he found one he removed the t-shirt. Sam felt nauseous as he looked at the blood soaked shirt. There was so much blood on the shirt. Seconds later the small amount of food Sam had eaten for dinner came back up into the kitchen sink.

From the other room Dean heard the sound of someone being sick in the kitchen. Dean immediately became even more worried about Sam. "Hey Sam are you okay?"

Sam wiped his mouth off before answering Dean. "Yeah…I'm fine."

Dean knew Sam was lying. Something was seriously wrong with Sam.

"Sammy, why don't you come in here?"

"One second Dean."

Sam made sure the new towel was situated before returning to the living room.

Dean immediately frowned as he noticed the awkward way Sam was holding himself. Dean motioned Sam to sit next to him. The urge to protect Sam was overwhelming Dean now but due to his leg he could not move to Sam.

Sam slowly made his way over Dean and then sat down. Dean did not miss the pain that crossed Sam's facial features at the movement.

"Sammy, please kid just tell me what's up with you. I know something is wrong."

"Dean look I'm just a little beat up that's all. Nothing serious." Sam wanted to snort at the last words that came out of his mouth. Nothing serious. Sam's injuries were incredibly serious.

Dean knew something was up. He did not believe Sam's lie one bit. However, Sam was stubborn and probably would not cave any time soon.

"Sam what's going on outside?"

Sam looked down at the ground. "It's bad Dean. The road is completely littered with trees. We are alone back here. However, I called Bobby and he is heading over here right now. He said he would be here by tomorrow morning."

Sam then heard a groan coming from Dean.

"Dean?"

Dean was grabbing at his leg while his face was contorted in pain. "Ah, Sammy…it hurts."

Sam felt sick as he looked at the disfigured limb again. Dean's leg was bent in a way a leg is not meant to bend. "Hold on a second Dean. We have some of the prescription ibuprofen in the extra first aid kit. You know the strong stuff."

Dean was shaking from the pain. "Anything…Sam."

Sam then got up and grabbed the pills for Dean. He gave them to Dean and Dean immediately dry swallowed one. Ten minutes later, it was clear the pill had done its job as Dean visibly began to relax.

Dean turned to Sam. "Sammy, I don't think we should stay here. I think we need to try to get to a main road."

Sam tensed. He knew he would never be able to support Dean to get him to the road. "Dean I think we should just wait here."

"Look Sam, my leg is a mess, and I know you are hurt. You are not a very good liar. But, we have to get out of here. We both need medical attention soon. We cannot wait for Bobby."

"I don't know Dean." Sam could feel himself getting weaker from the blood loss every second. He was sweating and tired and more than anything, he wanted to go to sleep. Sam knew though if he did he might not wake up. He could barely function sitting on the floor. How could he possibly help Dean move from the house and then down a mile long road littered with debris?

"Sam…" Dean never got a chance to finish his sentence.

Sam and Dean were about to experience another downside of California; aftershocks following the earthquake.

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