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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."
Chapter 3:
Sam pushed Dean through the house and out the front door without any major crises but now they were faced with another issue, the Impala. Both boys looked at the vehicle, Sam staring at it from above and Dean looking at the distance from below, both imagining the pain and the difficulty that stood in front of them. "So, we heave on three?" Dean questioned breaking the silence that night had brought to the small town that they were in.
"It's going to kill and we can't risk waking the neighbors." Sam replied in a flat tone, looking at the Impala with an air of uncertainty.
Dean nodded, "I won't scream." Sam glanced down at his brother, "Dean your leg is literally in two pieces."
"I know. I won't scream." Dean replied adamantly. Sam took in his brothers determination turned back to the car and opened the back door silently accepting that this was the only way.
He maneuvered the makeshift gurney so that Dean's back was to the Impala. "I'll take care of the torso you get the bum legs." Dean stated with a shaky smile trying to steal himself for the agony that he was about to endure in silence. Sam nodded his eyes softening as he noted the fear that his brother was trying to hide.
Dean placed his hands on the bottom of the door frame noting the distance his hand would have to travel between that and the seat. Luckily Baby was a low rider. "On three. One…two…three." Dean pushed up on the door frame and the pain began. Biting his tongue harshly he managed to stay silent and move his hands up from the door frame to the cushioned seat of the Impala. With Sam's help he managed to push himself back on the seat and toward the door on the opposite side. Dean began to dry heave, leaning over the seat toward the floor of his baby he lost the last of the bile in his stomach immediately regretting the damage to the upholstery. Leaning against the door he closed his eyes against the pain that had taken over his body.
Sam gazed at his brother; sweat beaded across his face, his face and lips had lost their color, his eyes were closed tight against the agony that must have been plaguing his body, and his body was beginning to gently shake, the first sign that his brother was dropping into indefinite shock. The younger Winchester moved quickly, grabbing the sheet that he had used to lift Dean's legs he placed it over his brothers' body hoping to stave off the full-blown shock for a little while longer. Next he opened the back of the Impala pulling out a wool blanket, a bucket, a couple water bottles, and a bottle of aspirin. After situating his brother with most of the things retrieved and grabbing the bags from inside the house Sam got into the front seat of the Impala and looked back to see how his brother was doing. He still had not spoken since being placed in the Impala and Sammy was getting nervous.
"Dean. I have some aspirin. It may help to take the edge off." Dean shook his head, his eyes still closed tight against the pain that was running through his body. Sam nodded knowing from experience that putting anything in your stomach when you felt that you might lose it never seemed like a good idea. Starting the car Sam pulled out onto the street planning to speed the entire way to the hospital.
Fifteen minutes later Dean still had not said a word and Sammy was beginning to worry. "Dean?" The elder Winchester grunted in reply. "How you doing?"
"Peachy, Sammy." Dean replied a bit harshly.
"How's the leg?"
"Great. Pretty sure I bit through my tongue though." Dean replied trying to act tougher than he felt.
"Could you at least check the dressing for me…are you bleeding through it yet?" Dean leaned forward slightly and lifted the blanket off of his injured leg. "We can make it to the hospital."
"Can you wiggle your toes?" Sam questioned worried about the answer that he might hear. "I can wiggle them." Dean stated sounding relieved, leaning back against the door. "Good, just a bit longer, Dean."
Another half an hour passed without much noise coming from the backseat but as the sun was just beginning to peek up above the horizon line the Impala hit an unexpected pothole. Dean cursed in the backseat as his leg jolted off the car seat and landed with a thud. "Dean, you okay man?" Sam questioned quickly with concern.
"Fine, watch what you're doing to my Baby though." Dean replied grouchily but pain was evident in his voice. Looking down at his leg he realized that it had began bleeding again due to the jolt and began putting pressure on the wound causing himself to groan slightly.
"Dean? What's going on man?" Sam asked slightly frantically from the front seat. "It just started bleeding again…it'll be fine." The younger Winchester ran his hand down his face wearily and pressed even harder against the gas, "We're almost there. Twenty more minutes."
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