A/N: Thank to everyone who read my first chapter. I know it was a little rough around the edges, but I appreciate the positive feedback. Although I'm a English teacher, I feel like I lost all my creativity when writing those academic papers in Uni and Grad School. So, I'm trying to get my groove back, so to speak.
Disclaimer: I still do not own Supernatural or the characters.
Sam's POV
Sam knew he should be moving. He felt the panic rise in him even though he was too dazed and disoriented to do so. He could hear his brother's muffled shouts to move and open the door. He couldn't disappoint Dean, but the world around him just wouldn't stop moving. And he couldn't figure out why head was ringing like a bell.
"Breathe, Sam, breathe." He chanted the mantra hoping for some relief, "okay! Calm down."
It didn't help.
He could hear the water whipping around the classic car, and the thought of being trapped and dying scared him. He didn't fancy dying in Hicksville at the bottom of a river in the middle of a hurricane. Especially as the car began to fill with the dingy brownish-green water.
He started to climb across the bench, trying and failing to steady his shaking hands. Inhaling as he lifted his hand and exhaling as he touched the seat each time he quickly made it to the driver's door. He wrapped his arm around the headrest of the driver's seat and looked out the window. There was no way he was opening this door without a safe path back to land.
At least if he stayed in the Impala they would find his body. They'd have to sweep the river and search the banks for him if he got swept away in this current.
Sam scanned quickly. The best option would be to find a fallen tree. He could use that to move back to land. He couldn't see any. He couldn't think. Dean was always better under pressure than he was. He needed Dean, Sam though as he wrapped his arms around his body and searched his brain for an answer.
His phone.
"I have my phone." Sam laughed as he reached into his pocket, flipped it open and starting dialing Dean's number. The other boy picked up quickly, "Sammy!'
"Dean? What do I do? How do I get out? Do I need to call 911? Tell me, please" he cried in panic as the car shifted again, "Deanohgod!Thecarisfillingwitwater"
Over his harsh breathing he could hear Dean speaking and trying to calm him. "Listen to me Sam. Try to breathe." He followed along with Dean's instructions. "Dad says the car is probably stuck. The river isn't too deep and you haven't moved from the spot. Okay?"
"Yeah" Sam responded, "So I'm okay."
"Yes, Sammy, you will be okay, but you need to do as we say." Sam heard Dean take a breath, "Dad called 911 and they'll be here soon, but you need to roll down the window and crawl to the roof of the car. We don't want you stuck inside if the car sinks down anymore. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I'll wait. I can do it" Sam said with as much confidence as he could muster.
"Okay, I don't want you to lose the phone. So hang up and put it in your pocket. See you soon, Sammy."
"K, De-" Sam said as the call ended and he did as he was told. He held firmly to the handle and wound down the window just enough to fit through. The window frame was wet and the wind blew the raindrops violently in his direction, but Sam held firmly to the window frame and began to climb out. He could hear the Doppler effect of the fire engine's sirens in the distance and it gave him relief.
He pulled his body out and firmly planted one foot on the glass of the window. He use all the strength and adrenalin he could find to pull his body on the roof of the car. He was putting his other foot on the window when he felt the glass shatter at his feet and he lost his standing.
He gasped in surprise as his body fell into the rushing water and water flooded into his mouth and down his throat—it threaten him. He flailed and in his disorientation tried to grab for anything in reach to keep from being pulled away from the safety of the Impala, his home.
He was reaching out and grasped onto something sharp. It cut into his skin, but he didn't dare risk letting go. He used that leverage and he pulled himself up on what he discovered was the Impala's window frame. He clambered out of the water and laid himself out on the roof. His body heaving from the strain and his lungs burning from panic and lack of oxygen.
Dean's POV
After hanging up with his brother Dean turned to see his Dad do the same with the 911 operator.
"They're going to be here soon. They're dispatching from the school." The patriarch informed, "You let Sam know he's going to be rescued soon?"
"Yeah, told him to wait on top of the car since it hasn't moved from that spot. He's climbing out now." Dean said as both turned to watch Sam deftly climb out the window.
Their worry for the youngest was finally starting to ease now that they could see him and hear rescue arriving, when Sam's chin suddenly bounced off the roof and he fell back into the water. They could see his arms flailing, he was panicking. And Dean couldn't stay still. He had started to run towards the decline near the water when unknown hands grabbed him.
"Son, it's okay. We are going to get the kid out the water." Dean looked from the man's eyes and to his right. He could see the fire fighters and rescue worker moving the boat from the rig and walking towards the water.
He then looked toward the Impala and saw that miraculously his baby brother had somehow managed to pull himself from the water and was laying on the roof of the car. He could feel his legs give out in relief, "Fuck" he breathed out, "Thank god"
"Dean, son, they're getting your brother now." Dean heard his dad say next to him, "Let's get you out of the rain. They'll bring him back. Sammy's okay." He heard the sound of the boat motor start and the mosquito like sound of the boat being steered towards his brother. So, he moved as his dad and the firefighter guided him to the rescue squad car.
"They're checking your son over first and then we are going to head to the school. There are some emergency medical teams and doctors there. Unfortunately, the hospital is about an hour out and we can't be driving on these roads in this storm. They're predicting major flooding and this hurricane isn't that far off land now." The worker informed.
"Have they got Sammy back yet?" Dean asked.
The young man looked over his shoulder and saw his team helping the young man walk toward the other vehicle for a brief check. "Yep! He looks alright. He's walking. They just want to check him over quickly. Then they'll bring him here and we'll get you all on your way" he said
John nodded, satisfied with knowing Sam was fine, "Just let them know he hit his head when the car started rolling away. Make sure they check, um….."
"Adam. My name is Adam. And no need to inform, they are checking his eyes for response right now, they check more thoroughly later."
Sam's POV
Sam had never been so relieved or thankful. He keep sending up thanks to whatever omnipotent being was out their protecting him. He was currently being guided off the boat and across the small road to the back of a rescue SVU.
Once he sat down, they gave him another towel to replace the now wet towel he received on the boat. "Hi kid. I'm Aaron and this I Cala," he said motioning to a woman in her mid-twenties. "We're going to look over you, to make sure you're okay, before we head out."
Sam nodded absently, not really listening, until a sharp and intrusive light cut through his vision and started moving left and right. Sam keened and tried to move away. "Sam, you're okay. Shhh, calm down baby." The woman, Cala soothed as she wrapped her arms around Sam and moved his head toward her shoulder.
"Looks like a mild concussion." Aaron reported to Cala. Sam felt her nod and grab his hand.
"We should clean this cut, know what was in that water." She said, "They can get it stitched when we get back.
"Sam, honey, we are going to clean your hand. Do you remember cutting it?" she asked.
"Window….fell in water. Cut it on the broken window." He said in a daze as they used cotton wool and hydrogen peroxide to clean out the ragged cut along his palm.
"That must have been scary." She said as she started to wrap it in sterile cotton bandages. "Your brother almost dove in the river to get you after you fell."
Sam looked up in surprise, "Do you want to show him that you're okay now?" She asked. Sam nodded as he was guided toward the other SUV. He saw his dad and Dean sitting in the back seat and immediately got in beside them and cried into Dean's shirt. He didn't even notice the rescue workers handing his dad a blanket or the door closing before they drove toward the shelter.
Dean took the blanket from his dad and wrapped it around his kid. "You're okay now Sammy. Everything's okay" Dean repeated as his brother hiccuped and coughed into his shirt. "Just rest for a bit. You're still in shock."
So this is no longer looking like a 2 part story to me, I think it needs 1 or 2 more chapters. Leave feedback, tell me what you think, I'd really appreciate hearing your thoughts.
