Sam felt the weight of the ceiling on top of him, he tried to move but it was useless. Pain, all he could feel was the pain radiating in what seemed every part of his body. Sam felt he heard Dean saying his name but before he could try to yell out his whole world faded to black.

Dean panicked when he heard the creaking above them, instincts kicking in he propelled forward only to hear Sam yelp. Whipping around he saw the ceiling fall on top of his little brother and felt his whole world stop. Everything happened in slow motion, Dean trying to get Sam out, yelling his name until his throat was raw but it was pointless. The weight was more than Dean could lift by himself so he started lifting off smaller pieces hoping it would be enough to pull Sam free. He saw Sam slip unconscious and that made him even more nervous; who knew what injuries were hiding under the rubble. Dean could barely breathe from the smoke, his eyes stung, he didn't stop though not until his Sammy was free. Overtaken with a coughing fit Dean felt himself fading, the last thing he remembered was reaching for a piece of drywall in the rubble.

John pulled home to find smoke and fire billowing through the windows of their apartment building. John cursed under his breath, refusing to let a fire be the thing to take his sons from him too. Rushing into the home he searched for his sons, which was quite the task with the smoke overtaking the small area. Making his way to the living room he found he couldn't go farther when a large pile of what looked like the ceiling from the floor above them was blocking the hallway. Just as he started to try and climb the rubble he saw the familiar shape of his eldest son, "DEAN!"

Reaching over John shook Dean with such a force he probably could have dislocated his shoulder, but it worked, Dean began to move.

"Dean, wake up son"

"Come on son, we have to get out of here, where's Sammy?"

Finally comprehending what happened Dean shot up when he remembered where Sam was still laying.

Dean gave his dad a panicked look "Sam was running out when the ceiling collapsed, we have to get him out. He's trapped!"

Dean pointed to the pile of debris that Sam's arm was sticking out of.

"Ok Dean I'm going to lift this up and you pull him out"

John put every ounce of energy into lifting the largest piece of drywall that pinned his son. Dean grabbed the collar of Sam's shirt and dragged him out.

"Sammy come on buddy wake up" Dean cooed

"Dean you both have inhaled too much smoke, We need to get you two outside first" John said as Dean sounded as if he was coughing up a lung.

John went to lift up his youngest when Dean stopped him, "I've got him dad" Dean looked down at his little brother who's face was caked soot and felt his own heartbreak.

Helping his sons out to the fire escape, John heard the wail of sires "about damn time". Climbing down the fire escape proved difficult with Sam unconscious especially now that the kid was all arms and legs. After what felt like hours, they finally made it to the front of the building where Dean played Sams limp body on the grass.

John started searching over Sam for any obvious injuries while Dean tried to stir him awake with no luck. "It's bad, really bad dad."

Dean felt tears stinging his eyes when he finally took in all of his brother's injuries. Sam had burns covering his body, his wrist was bent at an angle that made it clear it was broken and the gash across his eyebrow wouldn't stop bleeding.

Dean placed his fingers on Sam's neck for reassurance that he hadn't lost Sam.

"Dad he's…"