Disclaimer: Sad to say, but I do not own any part of Supernatural or Lost

Okay so I've been sitting here with this freakin plot bunny growing in my head and since it's the fist time I've actually been inspired to write in a while I thought I had better slap it out real quick. So I appologise for any typo's and all that but I was afraid of losing my Muse! She's been gone so much lately it's been difficult.

This of course is going to be a multi-chapter story. Hopefully I can complete it without my muse wandering off again!

Chapter One:

Sam shook his head. "No way dude," he told his brother, his eyes wide at the thought of what Dean planned.

"We don't have a choice Sam we're going down," Dean yelled over the sounds of waves crashing around them. "The others are all dead and this is the only life boat on this ship!"

"That's not a boat Dean," Sam screamed pointing at the life raft Dean was holding onto. "It's an air mattress with paddles!"

Before Dean could reply, the ship pitched wildly to the side and both brothers lost their footing as the wave crashed over them. Dean caught a quick glimpse of Sam being slammed into and over the aft railing before he was knocked painfully into the side of the ship. "SAM, NO!" he screamed as he scrambled to the railing searching the water for his brother. "SAMMY!"

Relief surged through him as Sam broke the surface a dozen yards away. Blood streamed down the side of his face, but he was conscious and alive. Dean looked around the sinking ship once more, secured his pack firmly over his shoulder and wove his arm through the ropes around the un-inflated life raft. With one final glance at Sam he dove into the wildly churning waters of the ocean and swam in his brother's direction.

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Clair and Charlie walked hand in hand down the deserted beach, "What do you miss the most?" Charlie asked Clair as he played with Aaron who lay nestled in the sling draped across his shoulder. "You know, from home?" He grinned remembering the peanut butter. "Besides peanut butter," he clarified gazing back down at the baby.

"Besides peanut butter?" Clair repeated with a laugh. "Okay, let see," She said thoughtfully. "I guess I'd have to say…" She stopped suddenly her eyes intent on something further down the beach. "A life raft," she said quietly.

Charlie laughed and looked up at her, "A life raft?" he asked. "I don't think you're getting the idea of this game sweetheart."

"No, Charlie," she said and pointed down the beach. "A life raft."

Charlie's gaze followed Clair's pointing finger and there, nearly a hundred yards down the beach was a bright orange life raft. It was partially still in the water and each time a wave came up the beach it rippled gently pushing slightly further up onto the sand.

Charlie grabbed Clair's arm before she could go any closer. "Take Aaron, Clair" he said removing the sling. "Go get Sayid and the others."

Clair hesitated, "Charlie…"

"Go, Clair," Charlie said forcefully. "Now, go."

This time Clair didn't hesitate. She turned and ran down the beach clutching Aaron tightly too her so as not to jar him too much. Charlie watched her go until she went around the bend and out of sight. Then he turned towards the raft. "I'm out of my bloody mind," he muttered to himself as he slowly approached the craft. "I'm a bloody fool, I should wait for the others." He shook his head at his own idiocy.

A soft moan from within the raft slowed his pace but he straightened and tried to see into the vessel. Slowly he made his way closer until he was close enough to see into the life raft. There was a man in the raft, tall. Very tall probably because he was lying on his side and his legs were folded up curling him into a near fetal position. His long shaggy hair covered most of his face, but Charlie was sure there was dried blood tangled in his hair.

The man moaned again his head moving just slightly allowing Charlie a brief glance at a nasty looking gash across the man's forehead.

"Get away from him," said a cold hard voice from behind him.

Charlie spun around and found himself face to face with another stranger. This one had short cropped hair with vivid green eyes. Eyes that stared fiercely at Charlie holding him captive with a glare that promised pain if he failed to comply. Charlie's hands rose up, fingers splayed out in surrender as he also took in the sawed off shotgun that was pointed at his chest from mere inches away. He stumbled backwards nearly tripping on the side of the life raft in his haste. "I'm not gonna hurt him," Charlie told the other man.

The man in the raft groaned again as he slowly worked his way back to consciousness. "Dean," he moaned. "Dean!"

"I said move!" the man with the gun told Charlie again. "Get away from him."

Charlie moved then, swiftly making his way to the other side of the raft putting it between him and the man with the gun. "Look mate," he said. "I'm not gonna hurt him, but it looks like someone else already did that. I can help him though. We can get the doctor to look him over, Jack will fix him."

The green eyed man didn't reply and he didn't lower the gun as he stepped into the raft and knelt beside the injured man. "Sammy," he said quietly never taking his eyes off Charlie. "Come on Sam, time to wake up."

Sam's eyes fluttered open and then closed again. "Oh, no Sammy," Dean told him. You've had enough nap time, now come on, we need to get out of here before someone else comes.

"Too late," said a voice behind him, a voice that was quickly followed by the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked. "Drop the shotgun," said the same feminine voice.

Dean closed his eyes briefly contemplating his next move. He knew he could shoot the man in front of him long before the woman behind him got a shot off. He was getting ready to shoot and spin away from her when another voice, this one male and further away said, "Don't try it, you'll never get all of us."

Dean looked down at Sam and found him to be awake, his eyes wide as he looked behind Dean. Subtly he shook his head and Dean sighed. He trusted Sam. If Sam didn't think he'd be able to take both of them then he wouldn't. He lowered the barrel of the shotgun and the man he'd been pointing it at said, "You took your sodden time about it, didn't ya! I thought he was gonna shoot me before you got here Sayid."

A/N - Okay so does it sound like something I should continue? What's really scary about this story is that I actually have a synopsis for this story! I actually know where I'm going with it, I just don't know exactly how I'm gonna get there.