Here's the next part. I hope that I managed to clear up the majority of the typos but as I did it late at night there is really no telling. Hope you enjoy!

"Alright," Dean stated his face becoming even paler from the effort of sitting up for so long. "…than what's your plan brain boy?"

Part 2:

"Getting you to lie down first off." Sam stated reaching forward to help ease his elder brothers' body to the white carpet once again. "I'll grab you a pillow."

Dean allowed Sam to lower him to the floor. His leg hurt like hell and his stomach was beginning to feel queasy, the beginning of shock, before too long he knew that he would be shivering uncontrollably and become space cadet #5. They needed to get out of here and he really needed a hospital.

Sam was back quickly with a pillow and a blanket, apparently he figured that shock was right around the corner as well. After getting Dean situated he was off searching the house for alternative means to get Dean outside and into the awaiting Impala and Dean was left to himself.

After ensuring that Sam was busy for awhile Dean pushed himself up off of the floor into a half seated position. He closed his eyes breathing through the pain and preparing his brain. After about a minute Dean opened his eyes and looked down at the right leg. Dean's eyes widened as he took in the patch job that Sam had done. The towel that the younger Winchester had wrapped around the injury was already beginning to turn red from the blood that continued to leak through the wound and bubble up toward the surface. Dean then turned his attention to the true horror of his injury. In the middle of the injury what looked like a large red stick stuck through the skin that the bandage covered. With morbid fascination Dean reached out and touched it. Pain pulsed through his leg at the gentle touch and the queasiness rose to a new level causing him to retch up the dinner that he and his brother had eaten before coming on this ill-fated hunt. He dropped exhausted and breathing heavily back to the ground just as Sam walked back into the room carrying some plywood, a sheet, and an old looking skateboard.

"What happened?" Sam asked insistently, simultaneously dropping the equipment and taking in his brothers' worsened condition and the thrown up which now discolored yet another part of the pure white carpet.

Dean took a breath before answering, he was fading fast. "I decided that touching the forbidden treasure was the way to go…it's not."

"Did you really just make an Aladdin reference about your femur?" Dean smirked slightly grimacing against the pain that shot up his leg. Seeing this Sammy immediately got down to business yet again, "We need to get you out of here. You're already going into shock and we haven't even started driving the hour to the hospital yet."

Within a couple minutes Sam had rigged the skateboard and plywood into a rough type of gurney. It was rudimentary and slightly unstable but it was the best that they had at the moment. "Dean. Let's get you out of here." Dean's eyes blinked open taking in the particular mechanism in front of him and the sheet spread out right directly in front of him. "Who ever said you couldn't be an engineer?" Dean smirked causing Sammy to smirk slightly himself. "So how do I get on it?"

"We have to move you onto the sheet and then I'll worry about getting you onto the gurney."

"We're calling it a gurney huh?" "Shut up. It's the best I could do with the materials provided." Sam snark-ed.

"So, uh you grab the legs and I'll get my upper half?" Sam nodded to Dean's suggestion getting down to the dirty business at hand. Sam moved to Dean's feet hoping beyond hope that somehow the method of movement they were just about to try wouldn't seriously inhibit Dean's recovery.

"On three." Dean nodded, putting his arms above his head much like the crab walks he had done when his mom was still alive. "One…Two…Three." Sam lifted and Dean cried out while thrusting his torso forward onto the awaiting sheet. The younger Winchester slowly lowered the injured leg to the sheet watching the silent yell that seemed to have frozen on Dean's now ashen face.

Sammy moved toward his brothers' head. "Dean. You still with me man?" he asked cautiously waiting to see if his older brothers' eyes would open but he just grunted in reply keeping his eyes scrunched tightly against the pain in his leg.

Another two minutes passed before Dean's now bloodshot eyes opened to look into his brother's concerned face. "I'm fine. Just get me up and out." He stated gruffly clenching his hands in the sheet that he now laid on.

"Are you sure you don't want a minute…"

"Just do it Sam." Sam nodded. Standing up he grabbed the two long edges of the sheet. Clasping the sheet together with his hands Sam bent his knees and lifted his brother up physically straining against the weight of his brother and emotionally against the muffled screams coming from inside the sheet. When Sam was sure that he was holding Dean directly above the makeshift gurney he lowered him onto it, careful to not aggravate the leg injury further than it had already been aggravated.

The younger Winchester slowly pulled back the sheet to see his now silent older brother clenching a piece of the sheet between his teeth. His green eyes stood open wide, pain and what looked a bit like fear were displayed clearly in them; reaching out Sam quickly grabbed one of Dean's clenched fists, "We're halfway there."

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