Challenge Issued By: Catalina Day
Grave Danger
In the end, Dean closed his eyes. He was tired of waiting for help to come. A voice had whispered, "I'll be right back." But that was ages ago. He resigned himself to small breaths as his body relaxed into the shallow earth. Next to him his broken cell phone was just out of the reach of his numb hand.
He screwed he eyes tight in frustration. They'd been so close… Sam had been running next to him. If only Dean hadn't tried to toss him the flare gun, he wouldn't have tripped on the snarled roots.
And down he'd fallen …out of sight, and out of mind.
Dean looked up again. The light was fading, or his vision was going black.
He couldn't tell anymore. He was too tired to care, and ready to let go.
He just hoped one last time that Sam had made it through the woods.
o-o-o-o-o
In the beginning he had assumed Dean had just rolled a couple of feet down the hill. He called out, just once, "Dean?" He'd heard a grunt so; he just assumed that was Dean's smart ass way of saying 'I'm fine.' Sam had kept going, and with the Wendigo in sight- he fired. The burning body writhed in agony behind Sam as he retraced his steps minutes later back to his brother.
"No." he gasped quietly when he saw the dirt hole. He leaned over the edge and looked down.
He could see Dean twitch below, unconscious. "I'll be right back." He called.
Dean's movements began to still. Sam cursed and ran faster towards help.
o-o-o-o-o
At the end of the road Sam stood waving his arms until the Forrest Ranger came to his aid. The Ranger and his team followed him through the forest until they came to Dean's improvised grave. Ordered shouts to the group soon had dirt flying and hopes rising.
When Dean was free, they realized grimly that things had just begun. His right arm was twisted and broken, his right ankle sprained, and he was far to pale.
Sam snapped at any of paramedics that told him to scatter.
Dean wasn't moving, and neither would Sam.
o-o-o-o-o
In the end the only real problem was infection from the cold dirt that had seeped into his bloodied arms.
The doctors and nurses buzzed as they walked in and out of his room. Sam sat with his head in his hands as he sighed. He thought about how far into the forest he'd had to search, and all the cold hours Dean had waited. Now, here he was waiting for Dean to wake up.
"Sam?" Dean sputtered.
Sam looked up with a weary smile. "Yeah?"
"In the end… I thought I'd lost you."
"No Dean," Sam reassured, "Never."
Dean smiled, and Sam couldn't help but grin also.
In the end, team work was all that mattered.
.:The End:.