Post by Bobby Singer on May 5, 2008 12:07:35 GMT -4
Bobby had driven like all hell was behind him as he sped away from Lawrence in search for Sam. Dean hadn’t had much information to give him save for the fact that the boy was an hour outside of Lawrence. There were several roads leadin out of Lawrence but Bobby was rather familiar with the road the Winchesters as well as himself usually took to get to Kansas so he figured that was as good a place as any to try. He tried in vain to dial Sam’s cell phone but each and every time it dumped directly into voice mail.
He hadn’t bothered to try Dean he knew he would get no answer there either. The road was empty for the most part which wasn’t a good addition as at least the appearance of flashing lights would have let him know the boy wasn’t bleeding to death on the side of the road by himself.
He drove in silence his eyes scanning the road and at about 45 minutes into the drive he finally caught sight of something which brought hope to him as well as dread. He jerked his old truck to the side of the road and rushed out of the truck. A few feet off the side of the road there was a black truck all but crushed against a large tree there was glass and metal scattered around the road beside it.
“Sam?!” Bobby called out his voice bellowing through the silent night sky as he made his way over to the driver’s side of the truck and cringed slightly at the amount of blood which was smeared across the cracked window. Bobby crouched down and peered into the truck the sight of Sam so still and covered in blood slumped over the steering wheel sending a shiver of dread traveling through him.
He knew the best thing to do was to call 911 to make sure his neck or back wasn’t broken but he also knew they didn’t have time for that and his medical knowledge would have to be enough.
After a few minutes of yanking and pulling at the damaged driver’s door Bobby finally managed to pry it open. Once the door was out of the way he could fully take in the damage and it wasn’t any better. Sam’s skin was pale and white and his chest barely rose and fell with breath. There was blood caked against the side of his face matting his hair to his skin and blood stained his clothes.
“Hey there Sam we’re gonna get you out of here k kid?” He knew Sam couldn’t hear him but he needed to talk to the kid anyways if only to keep his own sanity about him. He pulled off the seatbelt which had wrapped itself around Sam and he checked carefully as best as he could to make sure Sam’s neck wasn’t broken. As far as Bobby could tell Sam was broken neck and back free so that was as good a start as any.
He made his way back to his own truck and pulled open the passenger side door and got the chair as ready as he could for Sam. Once things were set up he made his way quickly back to the crushed truck.
“We’re just gonna do this all at once Sam,” bobby muttered as he carefully wrapped himself about Sam and pulled him from the wreckage. He carefully set him down on the round next to the truck to try and see if he could bring him around some what before he put him in the truck.
“Come on Sam you open your eyes for me just a bit and let an old man know you’re still with me?” Bobby’s eyes searched Sam’s face desperate for any sort of movement from the boy. He was in pretty bad shape and it looked like his right arm had been crushed in the accident and they would have to set that when they got back to Missouri’s.
After a few more moments of trying to get a rise out of Sam Bobby carefully pulled him from the ground and carefully placed him into his truck pulling an old blanket he had in the back around him and not being able to do much else for him till he got Sam back to Missouri’s. He went back to the truck and pulled Sam’s bags from the wreckage and loaded them into his own truck and once he was sure Sam was secured in he made his way back to Lawrence driving like the devil was chasin them and for all he knew he probably was.
He hadn’t bothered to try Dean he knew he would get no answer there either. The road was empty for the most part which wasn’t a good addition as at least the appearance of flashing lights would have let him know the boy wasn’t bleeding to death on the side of the road by himself.
He drove in silence his eyes scanning the road and at about 45 minutes into the drive he finally caught sight of something which brought hope to him as well as dread. He jerked his old truck to the side of the road and rushed out of the truck. A few feet off the side of the road there was a black truck all but crushed against a large tree there was glass and metal scattered around the road beside it.
“Sam?!” Bobby called out his voice bellowing through the silent night sky as he made his way over to the driver’s side of the truck and cringed slightly at the amount of blood which was smeared across the cracked window. Bobby crouched down and peered into the truck the sight of Sam so still and covered in blood slumped over the steering wheel sending a shiver of dread traveling through him.
He knew the best thing to do was to call 911 to make sure his neck or back wasn’t broken but he also knew they didn’t have time for that and his medical knowledge would have to be enough.
After a few minutes of yanking and pulling at the damaged driver’s door Bobby finally managed to pry it open. Once the door was out of the way he could fully take in the damage and it wasn’t any better. Sam’s skin was pale and white and his chest barely rose and fell with breath. There was blood caked against the side of his face matting his hair to his skin and blood stained his clothes.
“Hey there Sam we’re gonna get you out of here k kid?” He knew Sam couldn’t hear him but he needed to talk to the kid anyways if only to keep his own sanity about him. He pulled off the seatbelt which had wrapped itself around Sam and he checked carefully as best as he could to make sure Sam’s neck wasn’t broken. As far as Bobby could tell Sam was broken neck and back free so that was as good a start as any.
He made his way back to his own truck and pulled open the passenger side door and got the chair as ready as he could for Sam. Once things were set up he made his way quickly back to the crushed truck.
“We’re just gonna do this all at once Sam,” bobby muttered as he carefully wrapped himself about Sam and pulled him from the wreckage. He carefully set him down on the round next to the truck to try and see if he could bring him around some what before he put him in the truck.
“Come on Sam you open your eyes for me just a bit and let an old man know you’re still with me?” Bobby’s eyes searched Sam’s face desperate for any sort of movement from the boy. He was in pretty bad shape and it looked like his right arm had been crushed in the accident and they would have to set that when they got back to Missouri’s.
After a few more moments of trying to get a rise out of Sam Bobby carefully pulled him from the ground and carefully placed him into his truck pulling an old blanket he had in the back around him and not being able to do much else for him till he got Sam back to Missouri’s. He went back to the truck and pulled Sam’s bags from the wreckage and loaded them into his own truck and once he was sure Sam was secured in he made his way back to Lawrence driving like the devil was chasin them and for all he knew he probably was.