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Dean took the steps two at a time, choosing not to take to long on the steel traps that groaned in protest of his presence. He reached the top without falling through and thought that was an amazing feet in itself. There was a railing that surrounded the whole second floor which was flimsy at best and it shook when he put any weight on it.
"Hey Sammy" he yelled down "I guess it's just tape and glue holding this place together huh?" Emphasizing his point by shaking the cheaply made guardrail.
"Don't do that Dean, it's not safe." His brother yelled back.
"Oh chill out grandma, its broad daylight nothing is going to happen." He laughed.
Famous last words they say, although Dean liked to think that all of what he said would be famous. And it was as if the universe just wanted to prove him wrong, because at that moment there was a loud clang behind him as the previously closed cell door was forced open. Dean turned quickly and there was a rush of air past him that almost pushed him over the precariously hanging handrail. There was a yell from down below but Dean didn't really hear it, he was kind of preoccupied with trying not to fall.
Then suddenly he wasn't balanced over the edge of a two story drop, but flying through the air and oh god did he hate flying. Now that he thought about it it wasn't flying that he actually hated but the landings. They were always so hard and abrupt, shaking him to the core and this one was no different.
His back hit the bars behind him with crushing force and he swore if there had been a wall behind him he would have gone straight through. All the air left Dean's body in a painful rush, he tried to gasp for breath but his chest didn't seem to want to work properly. Dean was vaguely aware of shouting and the sound of shooting but everything was quickly fading to black. He tried to hang on, and put up a damned good fight but in the end the darkness was just too much and everything went away.
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Dean woke up with a gasp enjoying the sweet taste of oxygen flowing to his lungs. He lay there for a second just breathing before the rest of his senses came back to him. There was gunfire all around him shoots going off in rapid succession and for a second Dean thought he had woken up in a western. He could barley hear Sam's voice shouting his name above all the noise.
"Dean!" It was coming from the first floor and he thought it odd that Sammy hadn't come up to get him yet. He rolled over letting out a painful groan as his ribs protested, damn at least some of those things had to be broken. Breathing hurt way more than it should. He stood up on legs that felt too weak to hold him and turned toward the cell door to exit only to see through sliding vision that it was still firmly shut.
He walked over on wobbly legs looking all like a new born calf, he reached out blindly for the wall trying to gain his balance. When he was confident that he wouldn't collapse in a heap on the cold cement floor, he continued on to the cell door. Dean reached it and pulled, dumbly thinking that it would open if he pulled hard enough.
Dean heard Sam yell out from over the gunfire, it sounded like he was in pain and Dean immediately shook out the cobwebs and called for his brother.
"Sammy!" He shook the bars but only succeeded in jarring his already aching ribs.
"Dean stay down." He could barley hear his younger brother over the noise but he could clearly detect the pain in his voice.
Dean squeezed his head between the bars trying to get a glimpse of what was going on down below. After a minute of searching his eyes caught his baby brother. Sam was hidden behind an old vending machine crouched down low clutching his upper thigh where blood was slowly leaking out from between his fingers. There were hundreds of apparitions running around the first floor some with guns, others with crude weapons that looked to be knives. All of them were blood stained and pissed. They needed to get out of here and fast.
" Sam, we have to get out of here!" He saw Sam's head swivel and look toward him but before his brother could say anything there was another shot and Sam had to pull his head back behind the machine a bullet landing right where his head had just been. "Sammy! Get out!" He yelled slamming his shoulder into the bars desperately trying to get out.
"Dean I can't get up there." There was desperation in his voice and Dean knew that Sam was pleading with him to get out so they could leave together, begging him to break free so he wouldn't have to leave without him.
"Sam you gotta get out." He yelled down catching Sam's eyes through the gap in the bars, pleading with his brother to get out, save himself.
Sam just shook his head at Dean's plea, and the older man gave a frustrated growl under his breath and yelled out. "Dammit Sammy just go!" He shook the bars trying to emphasize his point. There was indecision in his little brother's eyes and Dean tried to convey strength and understanding telling Sam without words that he knew he would come back. "Go Sam come back to get me when it's safe." His voice was now just barley audible over the riot but Dean knew that Sam heard him.
The younger hunter nodded then looked for an opening to get through the long dead bodies who just wouldn't let go. Dean pulled back into the cell when a shot ricocheted into the small in-closed space. When he felt it was safe to peek through the bars again, Sam was gone a trail of blood left in his wake. Dean sighed in relief, at least his brother was out, and he would come back to get him out. No matter the circumstances.
The older hunter pushed away from the bars all his energy suddenly gone. The gunfire and yelling was still going on but it was just a distant nuisance in the back of his mind. Everything was slowly dying down to a dull roar, the edges if his vision going black. Dean moved away from the bars moving to the back conner of the prison cell sliding down the wall to sit and ride out the storm
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A/N -- Second Chapter DONE!!! Yea! It sucked to write because my computer kept turning off on me. Ugh it was so annoying! But its all done now. And you know what to do, press that little purpley button!