Freedom is Relative
A 3 x100 word triabble by Amberdreams, Dizzo and Edina Clouds (not necessarily in that order)
E/O Challenge word is trap. Our word is free.
Summary: A wendigo hunt goes horribly wrong. Lots of hurt and not very much comfort for our boys!
Disclaimer: We don't own them however much we scream and scheme.
I can hardly feel my legs now; they're being frozen by the ice-cold water that's already up to my waist.
I hold my breath and swim down into the inky-blackness, attempting yet again to free my brother's foot from the fallen debris that's trapping him in this water filling cave.
After several minutes of frantic manoeuvre I'm forced to give up, my rapidly deflating lungs crying out for air.
As I rise to the surface Dean pulls me over.
"S'mmy ... g-get o-out," he stammers, his body shivering from cold (and fear).
"NO," I growl, determined. "I'm NOT leaving you!"
I'm such a moron.
I know cold makes you sluggish, but I just wasn't thinking.
An' when the rockface crumbled, my reflexes were just too numb to move.
Sam's going nuts trying to free me, and the stubborn bitch won't leave but the water's around his waist now and it's too cold; painfully, bitterly, cold. I'll be damned if I get him trapped too.
But, drowning; shit, it's one death I've never considered. Bullet or fire probably, maybe even freakin' cholera given the crappy places we go, but drowning?
I'm so scared; I really h-hope I freeze to death first.
Now they're trapped, one physically - in the rocky jumble crushing his broken leg - the other in chains of love that are harder to budge.
I'd watched them enter my cave, searching for the wendigo that'd dragged me here so long ago. I'd been strung up like game, just waiting to be eaten, and it was hard to feel sympathy in those circumstances - but something about those two...well, it just tugged at me.
The older one's fading fast. I smell blood leaking into the rapidly rising water.
So I help. Move some stones, set them free.
Maybe now I can rest.