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The glass seemed to be going in slow motion, even though Dean knew that it wasn't really going in slow motion that was how he saw it. The pieces rushed towards his younger brothers body and the grunt of pain that Sam had let out when the shards stuck him. The rivulets of blood that came from many different wounds. Some of the streams combining with other nearby ones making the streams thicker and run longer. Dean was immediately by Sams side and heaving him up so that he was leaning against him as the two of them made their way to the Impala. He cared a lot about the condition of the Impala, but the blood staining the backseat didn't even make it's way into his mind as he heaved his younger brother into the Impala. All that was on his mind was the blood that was coming from the wounds. He wished again for what seemed like the millionth time that he had keep his mouth closed that way Sam wouldn't be in pain.
He wished that he could stay with Sam, but at the same time knew that they had to get a hospital. He closed the door behind Sam and made his way into the drivers seat. He started the car and made his way back the way they had come. They had passed a hospital on their way there, it was about a fifteen minute drive. He glance into the backseat and saw that Sam was still bleeding, he didn't know much about wounds and how much blood loss was fatal, so he was very nervous. Sam seemed to detect that and said.
"Dean, I'm okay it's just a little blood." Dean nodded, feeling slightly better but not much better, he wouldn't feel better until a doctor told him his brother was going to be okay. He pushed down the pedal a little more hoping to cut the time between now and then a little bit. He worried a little about running into the police since they were breaking the speed limit but he made it the hospital with nothing more than a few honks from a few pissed off drivers.
As he pulled up to the hospital he was reminded of the fact that he hated hospitals, he was never there for a pleasant reason. Then again he supposed few people except maybe pregnant people were ever there for a pleasant reason. He stopped at the emergency entrance got out, and opened up the back door only to take in a deep breath Sam was bleeding a lot more then he had been to begin with. Sam was suddenly in his arms and then a moment later others were trying to take him from him. Dean struggled for a moment against them taking him, his brother that he had just gotten back before remembering their help was why he had come to the hospital in the first place. So reluntantly he let them take Sam from him and they left him behind going into an area marked Authorized Personal Only.
He watched the double door Sam had disappeared behind swing close and he stared after him. He hoped that his little brother would be okay and that all of this would be for something. He absently listened to someone in scrubs direct him to sit down to wait for news on his brother and Dean's body moved without much input from his head, which was still thinking about his brother. He had barely gotten to know his brother, he barely knew anything about him, this couldn't be all that there was for the two of them.
He looked down at the ground or at least he was going to but his eyes focused on his hands. His hands that were coated with Sam's drying blood, the vibrant red color coated his hands and even though he wanted nothing more then look away from them he found himself unable to. He had never had blood on his hands before, well at least not this much blood and it wasn't just anyone's blood it was Sam's. Dean finally managed to close his eyes so he wasn't staring right at the evidence that meant that his brother was seriously hurt. Instead he told himself that Sam had to be okay, he just had to be okay, he was the only thing he had left of his family.
A/N: Sorry that it's a little short.
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