E/O challenge: the word is : Pry 320 words ( a few over, I couldn't help myself )
Disclaimer-They don't belong to me...blah,blah,blah...
Dean pressed harder on the pry bar.
If he could ....just....get ...this window...to...
The old lock gave way with a soft shnick, window rattling in its wooden frame.
Quickly, Dean pushed it up until he could slide through into the musty room.
Boots planted softly, hand against the wall to steady his listing stance,
he took a shuddering breath.
"I'm coming Sammy."
Stumbling over the uneven flooring, he stopped abruptly as he heard a muffled noise over the creaking
of the floor boards.
He hefted the iron pry bar, tightening his grip and holding his aching ribs with his other arm.
With determination, he took two quick steps into the room and saw Sam tied to a heavy framed bed
in the corner. Sam's eyes widened in surprised and then closed briefly in relief. He began to mumble
around his gag.
Dean approached, knelt down, reaching towards the gag, missing Sam altogether before
finally bumping his cheek. Concentrating, he painstakingly untied the gag and his hands and then leaned against the
wall, breathing heavily.
"Where?...."
"Gone Dean, we have to hurry..."
"You hurt Sammy?"
"Just a headache. You?"
"m'fine..."
"Yeah dude, I can see that. So, How many of me are you seeing Dean?"
"Uh, two..or maybe four..." He smiled in the general direction of his brother, eyes glazed and slightly
unfocused. "...that's good though, we're gonna need the extra help."
"Yeah, Dean. We could sure use the extra help." Sam smirked at his brother and finished untying
himself before giving his brother a hand up. "Let's get out of here."
Clutching his ribs a little tighter, Dean stood swaying, and held out the pry bar. "Maybe you should
have this."
Sam huffed and took the proffered weapon and then wrapped his arm around his brother's shoulders.
"Thanks for finding me, let's go get rid of this thing. Huh?"
"I'll always find you Sammy", Dean answered blearily, "although it's hard enough to keep up with just one of you, let alone four."
"Funny Dean, it would take four of me just to keep you in line."
"Keep dreaming Samantha, it would take more than four of you, to keep me in line."