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"DEAN!" Sam screamed as he felt the floor beneath him begin to shake again.

"Sammy! Aftershock!" Dean did not know what to do. They needed to get out of the house, but he could not move, and he knew with Sam's hidden injuries, Sam could never get the two of them out of the house.

Dean then grabbed Sam's left arm to pull him close but instantly let go when a pain filled scream erupted from Sam's throat.

Dean looked over at Sam's pain filled eyes. At that moment though, a shelf fell off the bookshelf behind them and hit Sam in the back of the head. Sam let out a grunt before tipping unconscious onto Dean's outstretched broken leg. Dean screamed out in agony as he felt blackness encroach his vision. Before long both Winchester boys had slipped into oblivion.

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When Dean came back to awareness, the first thing he noticed was the throbbing in his leg and head. He also felt a great deal of pressure on his leg. An instant later Dean remembered what had happened. His eyes instantly opened as he whispered, "Sam."

Dean looked down at his leg and noticed a large figure draped over his leg. That large figure was Sam.

Dean immediately grabbed the flashlight lying next to him and shined it at Sam's prone figure. There was a bookshelf lying on Sam's back. He slowly lifted it off Sam. Dean became anxious when Sam still did not show any signs of waking up.

He then began checking Sam over for any injuries. He started at his head. Sam had a large goose egg on the back of his head, but there was no cut. Dean breathed a short-lived sigh of relief at this. However, Dean then noticed the large dark stain on Sam's jacket.

"What the hell?" Dean muttered to himself.

He placed his hand on the stain and whispered, "Shit!" when he felt that the stain was wet.

Dean knew he had to get the jacket off Sam to check on his back. He gently lifted Sam up into a sitting position as he pulled Sam close to him. That was when Dean noticed the bloodstained bandana wrapped around Sam's head. "Shit Sam!" Dean removed the bandana and swore under his breath when he found the large wound running along Sam's hairline. The wound had thankfully stopped bleeding but it was definitely going to need stitches.

He then set about gently removing Sam's jacket. When he finally removed the jacket, he noticed a large bulge from under Sam's t-shirt. Dean lifted up the shirt and gasped at the sight of the bunched up blood soaked towel. "Shit Sammy!"

Dean slowly removed the bunched up towel. He gasped aloud at the sight of the large piece of glass jutting out of Sam's back, with blood continuously seeping from the wound. "Oh no Sam!"

Tears sprung to Dean's eyes. They were in deep shit now. Dean checked his watch. It was only four in the morning, meaning they had at least four hours before Bobby arrived.

Dean was trying to devise a plan to help them last until then when his musing was interrupted by a groan coming from Sam.

"Sammy? Hey kiddo you hear me."

"Mmm, D'n?"

"Yeah dude, it's me."

As Sam became more aware, he noticed how much his whole body hurt. "Ah crap, Dean…hurts."

Dean felt his heart break for his little brother. Some winter break they were having from school. First they get the flu, and now the end of the break has to go out with a bang; a bang in the form of a freaking earthquake.

Dean squeezed Sam's shoulder. "I know kid. I know. Sammy I could've none sooner if you would have just told me you were hurting."

Sam looked down. "I just wanted to take care of you for a change."

"Well you did Sam, but lets agree to take care of each other until Bobby comes."

"K."

"Sam, I know about the head injuries and you're," Dean tensed as he thought about Sam's back, "You're back, but is their anything else, and be honest."

Sam bit back a sob as another wave of pain erupted from the wound in his back. "Wrist," Sam whispered.

Dean then remembered the scream Sam let out when he had grabbed his arm during the aftershock. He then gently grabbed Sam's wrist and gasped when he saw how swollen the disfigured limb was.

Sam felt a tear roll down his cheek. "Dean…what are we gonna do…I mean we're screwed."

Dean knew he was supposed to have all the answers. He was the big brother, but he didn't. "I don't know Sam but I promise you, we will make it out of this."

Sam felt a small smile cross his face. He trusted Dean's words with all of his heart.

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For ten minutes, Dean had worked on applying another makeshift bandage to Sam's forehead and back, made from a sheet that had been lying on the couch.

The entire time Dean was becoming increasingly worried. Sam had already lost a lot of blood and the wound was still bleeding. Sam was in bad shape and needed help hours ago.

Sam had been silent during Dean's ministrations, but he eventually spoke up. "How bad?"

"Uh…you…well…you're gonna be fine Sam…just a little cut."

Sam knew Dean was lying out of his ass, but he preferred Dean's lies to the truth. Sam knew he had lost way too much blood, but he needed to believe he was going to be okay for him to ever hold out long enough to get help.

Dean knew that they needed to get out of the house soon. Another aftershock could hit and that was the last thing they needed to deal with. How they were going to get out of the house though was the real question.

"Sam we need to get out of the house."

Sam looked up at Dean. "How?"

"Work together Sammy, support each other."

"It's worth a try Dean."

"Atta boy. Alright, I'm gonna help you get up on the couch. And then you can help me get to my feet, or foot I guess."

On the count of three, Dean helped Sam be seated on the couch. Sam's whole body hurt with the movement, but he tried to block out the pain. Then, Sam slowly stood up as he helped pull Dean to his feet.

Dean groaned as blood rushed to his broken leg. Dean realized though that he was better off than Sam was. Sam barely had any blood left to rush anywhere. Dean wanted to gag at the thought.

Sam then supported much of Dean's weight as the two began the slow trek out of the house, while praying that another aftershock did not occur.

Dean could feel Sam's shaking grow more intense as they continued to move. He tried to take on more of his own weight, but with only one leg that was easier said than done.

Sam on the other hand was trying to ignore how much his weakening body was protesting to everything he was putting it through. The only thought on his mind was getting Dean out of the house.

Miraculously after several agonizingly long minutes, the two Winchester brothers emerged from the house and then the two collapsed on the street in the front of the tiny damaged house.

Dean could not believe all the debris littering the streets. He had seen some eerie sights in his life, but this sight definitely topped the list. The night was still and silent aside from the distant sounds of sirens.

As Sam finally sat down on the street, the adrenaline that had been coursing through his body during the journey from the house was beginning to subside and Sam was beginning to feel how damaged his body was.

Sam was feeling lightheaded, he was cold, and his body continued to shake. Sam became panicked. He had had enough medical training from his father to know the tell tale signs of shock.

"D'n?" Sam whispered.

Dean turned to look at Sam and instantly panicked when his flashlight illuminated Sam's current state. He could tell Sam was going into shock. Dean hugged Sam close to him.

"D'n…don'…feel so good."

Dean continued to hug Sam to him and began running his fingers through Sam's wavy locks. "Sam, you're gonna be fine, okay. You listen to me, you're gonna be okay."

"De…tir'd…tir'd…soooo….tiredddd."

Dean didn't know what to do. Sam was shaking and slurring his words. Sam needed a hospital, but they were stuck here.

"Sammy listen to me. You CANNOT fall asleep. Stay awake with me bud."

"Nooooo…De…sleeeeppp."

Dean saw Sam's eyes droop closed. "NO SAMMY! You have to stay awake for me," Dean yelled at Sam.

Sam's eyes slowly opened. "Tryyy…De."

"That's all I'm asking for Sammy. Sam, how about I tell you a story about when I first met you."

Sam smiled as Dean began.

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