Please enjoy! I hope you guys are ready for this story to take a few..unexpected turns. Also, dropped the F-Bomb a few times. I really should warn about that. Thanks :)

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"What the Hell is that..." Dean questioned suddenly, a bewildered expression overtaking his face.

Sam gave him a puzzled look and frowned. "What?" He followed his brothers gaze and gasped.

"What the Hell?!" Sam yelled. He looked up at his brother, eyes extremely wide. "Dean?"

Dean's eye's remained trained and he didn't move, until Sam gritted his teeth, reach over and clocked him aside the head. He groaned when it jolted his bruised arm and shoulder. "Dean?"

Finally Dean looked up, his good hand clutching the bloody gash across his stomach. "Man, that is some seriously messed up Juju." He stated matter-a-factly. Why the Hell are you turning freakin' blue?"

It was what Sam had least expected. Yeah, he could handle car crashes, water demons, broken bones, getting stabbed. Even driving off a stupid ravine! Macho Sam Winchester could handle it all, right? He had been faced with the strangest of things in his young hunting carrier, breezing right through them as if nothing could bother him. Macho. But never had he ever encountered or heard about an occurrence even remotely similar to this.

Why the fuck was he turning freakin' blue?!

Sam gave his brother a condescending look. "If I knew, don't you think I would tell you!" He growled.

"Touchy," Dean joked, but turned serious upon seeing Sam's freaked out expression. "Ok, ok, don't worry. We'll figure this out. But first, let's get you out of here."

Sam nodded, but gritted his teeth when he tried to move.

"Damage check? What's broken?" Dean inquired.

Sam sighed, "Dislocated left shoulder, and a few cuts. My wrist feels kind of funny but it's probably okay." He tried to move it. "Nope, no...broken. Definitely broken. But nothing too bad..." Sam responded, but then his expression darkened. "But..." Sam moaned.

Don't say it! Don't say it! Dean thought.

"I think my legs are...broken."

DAMN IT!

Dean rubbed his hand on his face. "Broken? Wait, legs? As in both of them?"

Sam nodded.

"Really? You sure? Maybe their just sprained," Dean reasoned. Then he did the unthinkable and slightly kicked Sam's right calf.

Sam cried out, "DEAN!? What the HELL!?" He groaned and bit his lip to keep from crying out when something snapped.

"So, maybe they are broken," Dean commented. "Their broken...and their blue."

Sam growled. "There blue yes. AND BROKEN. And I know it's all very funny, but I was kinda hoping to get out of here before the car falls all the way and I get squashed."

Dean smiled, and moved forward. With a wince he pulled his hand from his stomach and Sam could see the visible gash and the blood leaking through. Sam opened his mouth and was about to say something when Dean said, "You ready?"

Sam only half nodded, bracing himself for the inevitable pain. Dean sucked in a breath, reached a hand behind Sam's back and gently under his thighs, before beginning to pull.

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The pain seemed like it would never end, and Sam found himself screaming out in agony despite his best efforts to remain silent.

"Just hang on, Sammy." Dean said, groaning against the strain. Sam nodded, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes.

Dean sucked in another breath and pulled. His biceps bulged with the effort and finally he was able to dislodge one of Sam's long tree truck like legs. "You doing okay there, Sammy?" He called through gasping breaths.

Sam didn't respond, and Dean could see blood beginning to form where he was bitting his lip.

He braced himself again and pulled with all the strength he could find.

He screamed. Sam screamed, a blood curdling yell sounding animalistic.

But finally, both boys were left sprawled on the ground free of the confines of the Impala, gasping.

Dean gave Sam a sideways look, "Dude, how much do you eat?"

Sam snorted, and shot back, "What too heavy for you?"

Dean muttered profanities under his breath before pushing himself to his feet. He gave Sam a long disapproving look before reverting his attention back to the Impala. "Oh, my poor girl." He patted her dented hood, and stared longingly at the bloodstained drivers seat. "She was just fine a few hours ago." Dean muttered. "You so owe me a car, man."

Sam grunted, "Yeah right. Who was the one who drove her off the cliff?"

"I wouldn't have if it wasn't for you and the stupid, bottle..." Dean trailed off, and he looked at Sam. They held the same expression, thinking along the same lines. "Sam, did you ever manage to open that thing up? I can't remember."

"I did. But there was something else too, but...Well, I don't know." Sam's expression hardened as he seemed to be thinking.

Dean frowned. "You spill any of the shit on you? You th-"

"What?" Sam asked, when Dean stopped mid sentence. He watched as his brother bent down, and pulled something off of Sam's calf. It stung and Sam winced in pain.

"Not sure hu?" Dean said. He held what ever he had found in front of Sam's face. "You recognize that?" He asked, eye brows raised.

Sam sighed. It was a shard from the bottle, it glinted in the luminous twilight.

"Well it's a start. How about we finger a way out of here, then worry about what was in that stupid bottle." Dean craned his neck and stared up the cliff. It was a long climb. An impossible climb, especially when you could barely move and your brother had two broken legs. He was more then glad when Sam suggested he call Bobby.

"You have your phone, don't you?" Sam called.

"Who do you think I am? Of course I have a phone." He said it as though it were obvious. "It's in the car." He gave her a heavy smack on the rim. A little too heavy. " The old girl's still alive..." The movement dislodged the little rock formation keeping the Impala in place, and suddenly the car was sliding down the ravin. Dean peered over the edge, wide eyes filled with horror, as the Impala hit the bottom and exploded in a red hot flaming mess. "...and kicking." He looked back to Sam, bewildered.

"Wha..? How? You..." Dean stammered. Sam groaned.

"Now we're screwed."