Dean and Sam jumped back from the bomb blast. Dean stilled, while Sam got up, limping. YN was in the car, but she ran out to make sure Dean was okay.
“Dean!” She cried. When Sam saw no response from Dean, he panicked, but YN quickly froze in place. Her thoughts catching up with her, she started shaking her oldest brother.
“No! Don’t move him! Could cause spinal issues!” YN shrieked, trying to block Sam.
“It’s 115 degrees! He is going to get burned on the concrete! Help me move him. Slowly.”
With YN being smaller, it took some time for the two siblings to move the oldest Winchester.
They laid him on the back seat, back as straight as possible. YN watched him closely from the front passenger side, praying he would be okay.
“Why does my calf feel like it’s on fire?” Dean woke up in a motel room.
“Because it was,” YN cut a slit in the bottom of his jeans.
“Hey! These pants are new!” He tried to reach for the scissors but gasped in pain.
“Lie down, Dean.” YN said forcefully. “Your jeans and skin are mulch right now. You got burned on the pavement after the blast. I have to cut off your jeans.”
“I got a burn? From the bomb?”
“Concrete.” Sam rebutted.
“Huh? That doesn’t happen-“
“It does when you’re in Arizona, apparently.” YN frowned.
“Ugh!” Dean’s guttural groan radiated through the motel.
“Sorry.” YN whispered. “We had to get out of there. Florence has county buildings, including the jails. We couldn’t stay to get you fixed up.”
“Who the hell left me on the pavement that long?” Dean looked between his siblings.
Sam took a deep breath.
“Neither. It only takes a short time.”
“It was me-“ YN sputtered out.
“No, it wasn’t. We moved you as fast as we could.”
“YN?” Dean scanned her face.
“It wasn’t her fault, Dean. You’re alive because of her.”
