Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural but I would love to :(
A/N – This is dedicated to my friend carolinesayer who asked me to write this after she came up with an idea for something to happen.
Sam was running away, trying to find Dean, the creature they were hunting was somewhere behind him. Sam kept running although he knew if the creature wanted to catch him it easily could but there was nothing else Sam could do.
Normally Sam wouldn't run away, he would fight even if he didn't like it, but he had dropped his flamethrower when the creature had appeared out of nowhere and surprised.
*Flashback*
Sam had just split up from Dean and his Dad since the hunt would be over quicker and they would be able to leave sooner. Sam had been wandering on his own for an hour when he heard something move on his right. When he looked to see what was there he couldn't find anything so he assumed it was just a small animal. He kept on searching for the creature but before he could get very far the bushes surrounding him started rustling and when Sam turned round he came face to face with it.
He was so shocked by how quickly the monster decided to go on the offensive that he dropped his only weapon and ran. Ran for his life. Ran hoping to survive.
*End Flashback*
Sam was still running trying to find out where his family but he was also looking out for the inhumane thing that could kill him. He was so intent on finding his brother and father that he didn't see what was coming up ahead until he started falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
It seemed like the bottom would never come but when it finally did Sam was knocked out cold from the impact.
When Sam came to some time later he didn't know where he was, he could barely see and wherever he was, was cramped. When he looked up he saw that he was in a ditch. Sam Winchester had fallen in a ditch. Dean was never going to let that one go.
All of a sudden a shadow appeared above the entrance to the ditch and it took a while for Sam to recognise what it was. It was what he had been hunting. The Wendigo. The Wendigo looked down at him and he knew that he was its next victim and he had no way out. He was stuck and was about to become a meal.
Just as the Wendigo was going to strike a bright light hit it, which Sam soon realised was fire, and he was overjoyed because that meant someone had found him and saved him. When the Wendigo was dead another shadow appeared at the entrance and Sam was relieved that this person had found him.
"Sammy? You down there?" Dean yelled.
"Yeah Dean, but I'm stuck I can't get up." Sam called back.
"Grab onto the rope, I'll pull you up." Dean threw a rope down to Sam which he quickly grabbed hold of and his brother started to pull him out of the ditch. When he got to the top, Dean grabbed him into a hug and looked over his injuries. "Are you alright? How long were you down there?"
"I don't know, I hit my head pretty hard and it knocked me out." Sam replied, annoyed by his brother's fussing.
"Well then lets get going little brother, we'll meet Dad back at the Impala."
With that the two brothers walked off into the night after another successful hunt, even if one did fall in a ditch.
A/N – hope you liked it, I would love some comments on what people think xx