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Gingerly, Sam attempts to place full weight on his injured leg. A hand flies out and grasps tightly to Dean’s shoulder for balance, fingers involuntarily digging deep as he ventures a short, lurching step forward. He inhales sharply through clenched teeth as a shooting, blinding pain sends his head reeling. His lower leg was clearly broken-- the younger Winchester has had far worse, nevertheless it certainly did not feel good. Sam finds himself leaning heavily against his brother. He pauses a beat before answering, eyes shut tight, before giving a small nod of his head in the dark.