Chapter 2: No Pain, No Gain

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It was several minutes before Same reached the roof of the building. He rushed over to Dean and helped him yank the arrows out of the wall.

"Keep pressure on it." Sam instructed.

The pain had returned, this time worse than before. With Sam's help, he made his way off the roof and to the stairwell.

Each stair was more painful than the one before. Dean had ripped off a portion of his plaid shirt and wrapped it around his injured leg. He couldn't walk on it. He leaned on Sam's shoulder for assistance walking down the stairs.

With Sam's help, he kept pressure on his hand.

"There must be an elevator," Dean complained.

"Sorry, old building." Sam replied.

They went down several more floors.

"Almost there," Sam reassured him.

When they reached the Impala, Sam helped Dean into the back seat. Sam started the car and pulled out of the parking spot.

"So, why was robin hood on the roof of that building?"

"Does it look like I know?" Dean was laying in the back seat. He looked under the ripped shirt and saw two bloody holes in his hand. He felt as if he were going to puke.

Dean looked outside and slowly fell into an unwanted sleep.

Dean woke up to the pain of Sam washing out his wounds.

"I never knew you were much of a fainter," Sam said as he gingerly washed out the injuries on Dean's hand. Dean winched and avoided looking at his hand again.

"Try getting shot through the hand," Dean said. Sam made an "I guess you're right" face and offered him a bottle of whisky to drown out the pain.

Dean took the bottle and drank a mouthful.

Sam finished cleaning out his wounds and stitched them up with dental floss.

When Sam finished, he looked over to see that Dean had fainted again. 

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