"Dean....." was the moan that shattered the midnight silence, "Dean....."
Sam Winchester opened his eyes at the sound of his brothers voice. It was hard to keep his eyes open, but he had to make sure his brother was alright. Pain was all over his body. His arm burned and his head throbbed. He could feel blood dripping from his side and he couldn't feel his legs.
"Dean, where are you?" Sam asked, closing his eyes again.
"Out here," Dean answered, picking himself up off the ground. He had been the one driving when something had slammed into them, probably a large animal. He hadn't been wearing his seatbelt, but Sammy had. Dean had banged his head against the windshield as the car rolled and then went through when the glass had shattered. His head pounded like Hell and he felt his torso cut and shoulder dislocated, but how was Sam? He didn't sound good.
"Wha...what happened?" he heard his brother ask faintly.
"Hit somethin'," Dean answered, crawling on hands and knees to the upside down car. He came to Sam's side and groaned. His brother's face was pale and his breathing slow. "Sam, stay with me," Dean said urgently.
"You hafta stay awake, buddy," Dean answered, "Okay? Lemme get you outta there."
Dean searched through the broken glass for his phone, but the cracked display showed no service. So theb Dean reached across Sam for the seat belt release and once Sam was unharnessed, the younger man cried out in pain.
"Sammy!" Dean panicked for a moment, holding his bleeding brother in his arms before pulling him out of the car. He knew that moving somebody with internal injuries was never good, but he would be damned if he let his brother stay hanging upside down while he bled to death.
"Sammy, Sammy," Dean gently grasped Sam's hand, "Wake up, man!"
"Five more minutes..."
"Sorry, bro, you can't sleep right now."
"Tell me a story?"
That took Dean aback, "What? A story?"
"Yeah," Sam's eyes opened briefly, staring up at him from Dean's lap, "To keep us both awake. It's nearly morning and somebody will find us soon."
"Okay, a story," Dean combed through his foggy brain, "Uh, once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away..."
"Thats Star Wars, De."
"Okay, okay, sorry," Dean answered, though it made him feel better that Sam was still talking, "Once upon a time, a long time ago and far away from here was a prince...."
About an hour after the story concluded, Dean sat with his back against the broken metal of the wrecked Impala with Sam's head still in his lap, whispering to his baby brother as the sun rose. Occasionally Sam would answer back in a weak and tired voice and then he didn't have to. A truck came to a stop beside the ruins of the Impala and a trucker ran out.
"Jesus Christ, son!" the trucker exclaimed, "You need to get to a hospital!"
Dean opened his eyes briefly to look at his savior, "Help my brother first."