Hey, everyone...it's been a long time since I last published or wrote but since I just want to be done with school I thought I would give this idea a go. I hope you enjoy this portion of the story. Let me know what you think!
The Wound
Dean swore loudly causing Sam to pause in the incantation. The ghost that they were hunting, a lady in white that had terrorized the little town that they were in for the last few years had just thrown him against the spiral staircase in the plain white room. Apparently the lady had been waiting for her husband at home when she found out that he was cheating and went a little crazy, killing her husband, his lover, and herself in the process. She had already killed five guys from the town in the last two years and didn't seem to be thinking about slowing down anytime soon. Sam finished the incantation quickly setting the picture on fire that had been holding her to this house. Sam watched with morbid fascination as she erupted in flames and died down into a pile of dust her voice wailing about her cheating husband.
Sam dropped the lighter that he had used to set the picture ablaze and quickly walked over to where Dean laid sprawled out at the bottom of the staircase. The younger Winchester quickly gave his brother a once over looking for the offending injury that had not allowed his older brother to move since being thrown and he quickly found it. The pristine white carpet was marred by a growing pool of deep red that seemed to be seeping from Dean's right leg. Dean's arm covered his eyes but his mouth which was visible was pressed tightly into a grimace.
"Dean?" Sam asked cautiously as he lowered his frame next to his brother's prone one. Now closer, Sam could tell that Dean's arms and hands were shaking slightly and sweat seemed to be pouring off of his body in waterfalls. "Dean." Sam waited again for a response but received nothing from his pained brother. The younger Winchester dew the elders arm away from his eyes only to find that his eyes were scrunched tightly against the pain that must have been raging through his brothers body. "Dean…I'm going to cut up your pant leg so we can see what we're dealing with here okay?" Sam took Dean's silent response to mean that it was fine and got the scissors from their travel first aid kit out. He took a deep breath and began cutting away the jean fabric between him and the injury that Dean had sustained. Dean moaned low in his throat as Sam cut though the fabric failing to keep the leg perfectly stable. Sam inhaled audibly as he cut away the fabric above the knee. A jagged part of Dean's now broken femur bone had punctured his skin and was sticking out of the side of his thigh. The gash that it had caused was bleeding profusely creating a stark reality between the white of Dean's upper leg to the red of the blood and muscle that was escaping the confines of his flesh. "Dean…" Sam said quietly and unbelievingly as he looked at the terror in front of him. Dean didn't move, didn't open his eyes, and didn't respond. He simply gritted his teeth, squeezed his eyes shut even tighter, and moved his arm back up to his face.
"I have to stop the bleeding." Sam stated both for Dean's sake and his own still staring wide-eyed at the grotesque picture in front of him. Sam reached inside the first aid bag and pulled out a large towel. For some reason he didn't think a little gauze was going to work this time round. He breathed out and slowly reached toward his brothers' red and white leg. As soon as Sam touched it his brother groaned in agony but Sam had to continue. "I'm sorry Dean…" Sam stated as he pushed against the wound attempting to not move the large bone that was protruding from it. Dean yelled harshly and loudly as he sat up against the pain before falling back again. His eyes rolled back into his head and he was out.
Sam moved quickly while he brother was out, counting the unconsciousness a blessing during such an injury. After rummaging through the first aid kit he found some athletic tape and a couple of belts and bound the wound tightly to try to staunch the still substantial outpouring of blood. He then broke a wooden chair in the room and created a split using the wooden pieces and pieces of the curtains that he had torn into strips in order to stabilize Dean's fracture. As Sam was tying the last knot to split the leg Dean began to groan. "Dean? You okay?" Dean's eyes moved under his eyelids for a few seconds before opening to reveal glassy green orbs that appeared dazed and unfocused until they landed on his baby brothers face. Seeing that his brother was more alert Sam quickly left the thigh and slide over to his brother's face grabbing the hand that Dean had offered to him. "How do you feel?" Sam waited for an answer but quickly realized from Dean's pinched expression that Dean was not going to answer so he quickly moved on. "You have a severe open fracture in your femur. I have already bandaged the wound and placed your leg in a splint but you need a hospital." The older Winchester continued looking up into his brothers' face before wetting his lips and responding in a pinched tone, "The closest hospital to here is an hour and a half away heading to the North." Sam nodded his understanding thinking through the situation that they were in. "I don't know how to get you out of here Dean. If we call for help we'll be tried for trespassing among other things and if I try to move you myself…"
"It'll hurt like hell." Dean stated finishing Sam's thought in the blunt way that he couldn't.
"Yeah and if we don't get out of here soon we're going to have to deal with the neighbors on top of everything." Dean grunted as he attempted to work himself into a seated position grimacing each time the muscles in his thigh had to contract. "Then we need to get out of here now."
"You can't move Dean." Sam stated matter of factly.
"Says who?" Dean questioned gruffly attempting to not show the intense pain he was feeling through his facial features as Sam dramatically rolled his eyes.
"Even if you could tough it out through the pain and it didn't give out the moment you put any amount of pressure on it, walking on it would cause the bone to shift and could cause further, possibly irreparable damage to the leg. You're not walking out of here period."
"Alright," Dean stated his face becoming even paler from the effort of sitting up for so long. "…than what's your plan brain boy?"