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Missed Turn

Chapter two

Dean tried to lift the car off of Sam's chest but it was impossible, the weight continued to press down on him and to make matters worse the water in the ditch was slowly rising. Dean ripped off his jacket and shoved it under Sam's head trying to keep it above water. Since the car was upside down there was no way Dean could get the jack out of the trunk, his only hope was that the truck that had hit them had one.

"Hang in there Sam I'll be right back." Dean turned to leave but Sam reached up and grabbed his arm and Dean could see the fear in his eyes. "I'm not going anywhere Sam, I'll be back in a few seconds…I promise."

Dean ran over to the truck and finally located a jack; he grabbed it and quickly ran back to the car. He put the jack under the car and tried to carefully pump up the car but the ground under the car was too waterlogged and the jack only slipped deep into the mud. He tried it again after putting a solid object under the jack, but it still didn't work.

"Damn it!" He shouted into the stormy weather then looked down at Sam. "Sam I got to go find help."

"No….please don't leave me here… alone… " Sam once more reached up and grabbed Dean's arm.

Sam's words broke Dean's heart. He knew what Sam really meant was 'don't leave me here to die alone'. Dean's eyes filled with tears and he quickly looked away not wanting Sam to see that he was terrified too. He knew if he stayed his brother was going to die right in front of him, and he knew his only hope was to get out on the road and see if he could flag down help. He didn't want to leave Sam alone but he knew he had to, if he didn't, Sam would definitely die. He also remembered that his brother had turned the car so that he took the direct hit…. and now because of that he was alive, but Sam could die.

"Sam you're going to be okay….I'm not going to let anything happen to you….but I have to find help, I can't move the car without it."

Sam reluctantly released Dean's arm. He knew Dean was right, but the thought of lying there helpless while the water continued to rise was terrifying.

"I'll be back Sam, I promise you." Dean knew there was little if any traffic on the road because of the storm but he had to find help. Sam was having more and more difficulty breathing and Dean knew if he didn't get the car off of him soon he'd be crushed, or drown because of the rising water.

Sam stuck out his free hand.

"Do you… have your gun?" Sam asked between painful gasps of air. He had taken his gun off after the last hunt and tossed it in the trunk; he hoped Dean still wore his.

Dean knew what Sam was thinking. If the pain became too unbearable Sam would rather die quickly by shooting himself then die a slow painful death by being crushed to death or by drowning, but he also knew that if a car came by while he was gone Sam could use the gun to signal the driver. He unsnapped his gun from his shoulder holster and handed it to Sam.

"I'm leaving this with you Sam but only for you to signal for help. If you need me or if someone drives by shoot it twice." Dean reached down and patted Sam on his shoulder. "I'll be back Sam." 'To watch you die.' The thought flashed through Dean's mind and he shut his eyes briefly trying to get the thought out of his head, he was going to find help, he had to.

Dean climbed out of the ditch then glanced back at Sam and could see the ever rising water swirling around his brother's head. 'You're not going to die Sam, I'm not going to let you.' Dean ran down the road and then took the crossroads and headed for what he hoped would be the highway, but like he had expected there was no one out on the stormy night. He took his cell phone out of his pocket and flipped it open but it was damaged from the hard hit he took when he had been thrown from the car and wouldn't work. 'Please God let someone come by.' He looked up and down the road but saw no one. After a few minutes he knew he had to get back to his brother. Tears ran down his face and mingled with the rain drops as he ran. He knew there was nothing he could do but watch his brother die, but he'd be damned if he'd let him die alone. When he was almost there he heard a single gun shot, and a cold stab of pain shot through his heart, he had heard one shot not two. He remembered telling Sam to fire twice if he needed him. 'Oh God no….please no!' He ran even faster if that was even possible. Had the car sunk deeper into the mud taking Sam with it? Had Sam been gasping for air as his lung were crushed? Had he been pushed under the water and decided to end it quickly? A thousand thoughts ran through his mind. Was Sam dead? Why had he left him? He should have stayed with him…. he should never have let him die alone. Sam had saved his life by turning the car so he took the direct hit from the pickup truck, and now at the end he wasn't even there for him.

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