Disclaimer: See chapter 1

Chapter 3 Breathe

Sam felt for a pulse on Deans neck. Nothing.
"Shit!" he exclaimed. He glanced up quickly and was shocked how far up the roof, or rather the open sky, looked from here.
"Goddamn, it's a long way up but you're tough Dean you'll be okay." Sam whispered urgently to his brother as he checked again for a pulse.
"Damn."
Sam straightened Dean's legs and prepared to roll him over. Deans arms were under his chest so he cupped Dean's forehead and rolled him on to his onto his right side. Sam was being very careful of Dean's neck, keeping it moving in line with his spine. He rolled Dean slowly onto his back. Sam was shocked at the blood. It seemed to be everywhere. Sam opened Dean's mouth tilling his head back and checked for breathing. Again: nothing. Sam pinched Deans nose closed and put his index finger along Deans jaw line and pushed two full breaths into Dean's mouth, watching his chest rise and fall.

Then he put one knee beside Deans head and the other level with his chest the placed his interlocked fingers with heal of his hands on Deans sternum and started compressions. As Sam worked counting compressions panic starting to work its way over the barrier he created in situations like this. Sam thought of the last time he had to administer CPR on his brother:when had been electrocuted. Then there had been a hospital fairly close. Here he was at least 90 minutes to hospital.
"Come on Dean; fuck, come on" garbled Sam.
After 30 compressions he checked Dean's vital signs again, nothing. Sam gave Dean two more full breaths and resumed compressions. Sam tried to concentrate on counting compressions but his eyes kept returning to Dean's pale, bloody, lifeless, still face.

Again Sam checked Dean's vitals, this time a flutter of a pulse caused Sam to let out a huge breath he hadn't realised he was holding in. He checked Deans breathing to find a shallow breath on his ear.
"That's it, Dean. Keep breathing, just keep breathing".
He turned Dean onto his side and stripped his own jacket and long sleeved shirt off, putting his shirt under Dean's head and draped his jacket over Dean to keep him warm. He arranged Dean as comfortable as possible, trying to assess Dean's injuries and dragged the bags over to pull the first aid kits out. He dug the kits out but once he started to unpack bandages he realised he was going to need help to get Dean out of here.

Sam dug into his jeans for his phone and flicked it open to scroll down his speed dial list to Bobby's number. He hit the call button and was thankful Bobby picked up on the second ring.
"Hey Sam, What's up?"Said Bobby
"Bobby where are you?
"On my way to you, about 40 minutes out. Red Lake was a waste of time."
"I know. We found the nest but Deans been injured, I need your help"
"Deans been injured? Wha…?."
"Yeah, it's bad Bobby," interrupted Sam.

Bobby noticed the panic in Sam's voice. "Okay, Sam where are you?"
"The abandoned children's home, Mountain Lake."
"I'm about an hour out ".
"Bobby…. he fell through the roof ".
Bobby didn't like the sound of Sam's voice, he sounded just like when he was scared as a little kid.
"Damn" Bobby exclaimed.

Sam heard tyres skid on the road and the sound of the car pulling over.
"Sam, I'm going through Mountain Grove right now. They have a small med clinic, of course it's closed but when has that stopped us before? What do you need?"
"I don't know Bobby there's so much blood and he stopped breathing and his arm looks broken and ….."
"Sam, calm down." said Bobby softly. "Dean doesn't need you to panic now does he? What do you need? More bandages?"
"Yeah Bobby." Sam took a deep breath and tried to calm down, he had to look away from Dean to do it. "More sutures, pain killers, blankets maybe, Blood or plasma Bobby he's lost a lot, oxygen if you can get it."
"Okay. I'll do a quick bit of shopping and get up there as soon as I can ."
"Thanks Bobby" Sam knew Bobby would break all speed limits getting there as soon as he could.
"And keep your phone out, I will keep calling you."
"Thanks again, Bobby". Sam was grateful Bobby had steadied him and was offering to be there for Sam without saying it.

Bobby backed the truck under a tree behind the small medical centre. 'This doesn't sound too good for Dean.' he thought as he got out of the truck and moved stealthy to the back doors. It was a small clinic in a small town so no security expect the locks on the doors which Bobby dealt with quickly. Inside the back doors were a collection of oxygen tanks and two old type folding stretchers. Bobby quickly put the only full oxygen tank and a stretcher in the back of his truck and went back with a duffle bag to relieve the med centre of some supplies.

Meanwhile Sam was bandaging Dean's wounds as best he could. The ones he could see anyway. Sam was worried about the internal injures Dean would probably have from a fall that far. His right leg was still bleeding below the knee and Sam set to work bandaging as tight as he could, then Deans head wounds front and back both having quite big lumps now. Deans left forearm looked out of shape but the bone was not sticking through. Sam found some wood for a splint and bandaged it carefully for support more than any thing.

Sam placed tight bandages over the deep claw like wounds left by the Harpy as she had carried Dean. Sam's phone rang and he flicked it open to hear Bobby's voice.
"I'm on the way should be there in 30 minutes or so. How you holdin up, kid?"
Sam knew Bobby was talking about Dean as well.
"Were okay for now Bobby, I've got him comfortable I think but we should get him out of here as soon as we can. The hospitals a long way away but I don't know if he is ready for that kind of trip."
"I'll be there as soon as I can, hold tight" and Bobby hung up.

Sam sat checking on Dean what felt like every few seconds. Suddenly Dean's breathing seemed to get even shallower and then stopped altogether. Sam quickly checked his pulse again. None! Damn it! Sam rolled Dean over carefully and started CPR again. Sam was back into the rhythm of compressions again before he realised he was crying uncontrollably. Damn, he couldn't keep falling apart like this he had to be there for Dean.
"COME ON DEAN! I wont let you quit on me" he shouted. "Come on Dean, I need you to be stubborn like you always are."

Finally after several minutes of CPR Sam felt a faint pulse in Dean's neck and a whisper of breathing. Sam couldn't help himself, he planted a big sloppy kiss on Deans forehead just above the eyes about the only spot there was a gap in the bandages covering Dean's forehead.
"Good Dean, good, way to go, that's it big brother, keep fighting." Sam enthused.
To Sam's surprise he heard a weak cough and looked into Dean's face to see his eyes flutter slightly open.
'mmmm." Dean murmured.
Sam knew if he hadn't been this close to Dean he wouldn't have heard it. It was so quiet and full of pain. Sam grabbed Dean's right hand with his own and gave it a squeeze.
"I'm right here Dean. I'm not going anywhere. Bobby's coming you just have to hang on. Just hang on, come on Dean I know you can. You can't go now. I'm just getting to know and love my big brother again."

Sam found himself rambling but didn't care. He was rewarded with the tiniest of squeezes of his hand, there wasn't much in it, but at least it was something.
"That's it Dean, keep fighting, that's the way."
Sam patted the side of Dean's face with his other hand being as soft as he could because of the bruising and swelling, but Dean's eyes flicked slowly towards Sam then they closed again and he was back to shallow breaths. Sam rolled Dean back on his right side, his body as floppy as it was before, but Sam felt strengthened by his small exchange with his brother. He knew somewhere deep down Dean was still fighting; he was fighting because Sam had told him to fight. Sam lay down next to Dean and tried to keep him warm with his body heat.

TBC