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A Fall to Darkness
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Somewhere on the San Francisco Bay, California
"—AMMY!"
Sam twitched restlessly not wanting to open his eyes. He felt—pain and lots of it. What is going on?
"I know you're awake kid! It's time to open your eyes!" Dean's voice echoed down to him and Sam frowned. He really didn't want to open his eyes. "SAMMY!" Dean ordered now sounding way too much like John for Sam's liking.
With all his willpower Sam shoved his eyelids open to—darkness. Falling into alertness right away Sam flashed his eyes back and forth nervously. It was cold here, really dark and Sam picked up some sort of creaking coming from somewhere—and was that someone screaming for help?
"Dean?" Sam immediately asked, a little confused on why his voice sounded so off. "Dean?" He demanded louder.
"I'm right here," Came Dean's replied and seconds later a light came on, and there he was. Through the tiny glow of Dean's flashlight Sam took in Dean—he looked uncomfortable with the way he was crouched down almost to the floor. The ceiling above him was bent down till it was touching Dean's hair, and blood was everywhere—on Dean's face, clothes, the steering wheel…
What the—
That's when Sam remembered everything. The Bridge had collapsed. They'd fallen…everyone had fallen. That really was someone screaming for help, and that creaking was the Impala protesting against the weight on top of her, crushing her. If Sam listened hard enough he could hear other voices screaming, crying, and groaning in pain…Sam immediately tuned that out.
"How are we not dead yet?" Sam asked after a while.
Dean's green eyes centered on Sam—they didn't look normal to Sam. In fact Dean's entire face was scrunched up in pain. Sam took in the blood on the steering wheel again and then Dean's hair and forehead which was matted in blood. Had he smashed his head? Sam caught the way Dean tucked his right arm against him, the one he used to hold Sam down—it was twisted in a very awkward angle. He'd broken it? "You look bad." Sam commented without thought.
"I'm fine," Dean growled venomously, "and we're not going to die!"
Sam felt truly chastised and looked down slightly but ripped his head back up when he spotted water sloshing around at his feet. "Are we sinking?" Sam asked fearfully.
"No, we landed on the bridge pretty soundly; I think the water was just splashed in during the fall. We're lucky. We got sandwiched in between two pieces of road—were not going anywhere."
Sam blinked they were really freaking lucky. They just fallen 746 feet towards water, but somehow managed to land on solid ground—and not be crushed too badly in the process. Where was their dad though?
Sam tried twisting around in his seat but froze immediately when his head and ankle immediately started pounding. "Hey—"Dean whispered softly, "You alright? Are you hurt?"
Sam couldn't help but realize how weak Dean's voice sounded. He's really hurt. "My head hurts." Sam said after a few seconds of processing his pains, "and my right ankle is trapped by the dash and door. It doesn't feel broken though."
"Alright, just stay still. Someone will be here to get us out soon." Dean told him softly looking and sounding miserable. "Then we'll find dad and get to a hospital."
"I hope they come soon. You look really bad Dean." Sam repeated his earlier statement nervously. Sam felt scared—and guilty over Dean's injuries. Scared because if Dean passed out Sam would be all alone, and guilty because he knew Dean got hurt protecting him. Just like always.
"I'm fine." Dean growled again, "Don't worry about me. Just stay still! You may be hurt worse than you realize."
"O-okay…" Sam whined feeling shivers starting to take hold of his body. The initial adrenaline was starting to fade away and shock was setting in. Never good.
"I'm going to turn the flashlight off right now. We need to save the battery." Dean said while doing just that. Sam swallowed against the sudden darkness that consumed them. Sam wanted to beg Dean to turn the light back on but somehow he controlled himself.
He just shut his eyes tight and silence fell over the Winchester brothers. Expect what filled the silence between the brothers, was the complete opposite of silence.
Crying assaulted Sam's ears—loud and sobbing. Sam almost wanted to join in with the person.
He heard voices too, some weak, and some very strong—all screaming in terror filled tones.
"Help!"
"We're trapped down here!"
"Please! I've got children with me!"
"HELP US!"
"Please, my husband not waking up!"
"Seth? Seth where are you sweetheart?"
"Help us please!"
"Don't listen to that Sammy," Dean's voice cut through the darkness, "focus on something else."
"Like what Dean?" Sam demanded feeling completely wrecked. The adrenaline was all gone now and all that was left was cold and pain. Sam couldn't even begin to imagine what Dean might be feeling.
"Sing something," Dean suggested hoarsely.
Sam wished he could see Dean's face again. He needed to make sure Dean was okay—was staying with him.
"Sing what Dean?" Sam asked just because he wanted to hear his brother's voice. Stay awake Dean. Stay with me.
"Something good," Dean whispered sounding like he was smirking, "None of the crappy songs you like to listen to."
If they were anywhere else Sam would have punched Dean for that jab, but here he could feel relived Dean was making fun of him. That had to mean he was okay, right?
"You start it," Sam pleaded.
Stay with me Dean.
"Winter is here, again, Oh Lord," Dean started off a familiar song. His tone was weak but still sounded good and Sam was taken back to the times when Dean would sing him to sleep with Sam was a toddler. Sam rested his head back against the seat and just listened for to him for a bit. Right before the chorus Dean broke off, "Sammy? I'd ain't holding a concert without getting paid first. Sing."
Sam smirked and started the chorus off softly, relieved when Dean joined in quickly.
"The wheel in the sky keeps on turnin', I don't know where I'll be tomorrow, wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'…"
Sam closed his eyes again this time glad to only hear his and Dean's voice singing softly to one of John's favorite songs. Where is dad? When is someone going to come and help them?
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