Thankyou to everyone who is taking the time to read and review :) chapter three is the return of Dean!
Disclaimer: As ever, this is Kripke's sandbokx, I'm just playing playing in it for a while.
After walking into the lounge Dean had unknowingly mimicked his brothers moves, bringing out his EMF meter and sweeping the area. Much like the upstairs, the lower floor rooms were practically empty of furniture but full of scattered debris. In places near the walls weeds were even growing, emphasising the buildings disuse.
Frowning in concentration Dean scanned the room before moving through the doorway into what had once been a dining area, recognisable only because of the broken table propped against the wall.
All of the rooms were the same dull grey colour due to a combination of paint fading and grime caking every surface. Still waving the EMF meter, Dean progressed through the room quickly, seeing nothing of interest amongst the waste. He entered the kitchen. Copious amounts of rubble were strewn across the floor owing to the wall tiles crumbling over time.
He was about to leave the room, growing agitated at the lack of finding anything useful to help with their investigation, when he noticed a trapdoor in the floor. He remembered reading that the victims had been found strung up in the basement, and judging by the amount of activity readable in the dust surrounding the area, he had just found the entrance.
As he closed in on the trapdoor, the needle of the EMF reader twitched bringing him to a standstill. He flicked his eyes left and right, tightening his grip on his shotgun. Seeing nothing he moved closer. Standing next to the entrance to the basement, the meter went crazy, picking up on a seemingly high amount of activity.
Dean flicked the off switch and stashed the reader in his pocket, laying his shotgun on the floor before crouching down and grabbing the handle of the trapdoor with both hands. Adjusting his grip, he stood up grunting with the effort of opening the heavy wooden door.
He felt a whoosh of freezing air coming from the pitch black opening before the door was torn from his hands and he was launched across the room. He gave a yell of surprise before his head connected with the tiled wall and he slid to the floor stunned.
As if in the distance he heard the slam of a door and a muffled yelp of surprise followed by a thud. It took him only a second to realise it had come from his brother.
"M'comin' Sammy" he slurred before slowly rolling onto his front and drunkenly climbing to his knees. He blinked widely trying to clear the blackness clouding the edges of his vision.
"C'mon Winchester, stop being a baby, Sam needs you, you can pass out later" he thought to himself, trying to stand on legs which seemed to be made of jelly.
He suddenly felt a surge of adrenaline which cleared his head of the cobwebs when he heard the sound of a gunshot. Staggering to his feet, he leant against the wall for a second before taking off towards the stairs at a wobbly run, feeling blood dribbling down the back of his head tickling his neck.
"No time to bleed now" he thought "gotta get to Sammy."
In his haste to reach his brother he realised he had left his shotgun in the kitchen. He staggered on through the dining room regardless, no time to retrieve it…and no energy to do so anyway.
Suddenly from behind him came a grating noise. Dean spun quickly, instantly wishing he hadn't as he felt his lunch threaten to make a reappearance.
An invisible hand had picked up a chunk of the broken table and thrown it across the room…straight towards Dean. The hunters eyes widened and he unsuccessfully tried to dive out of its path.
The wood connected with a crack into Dean's ribs and he hit the floor solidly, his breath ripped from his body. He lay panting for a few seconds on his back before rolling over and once again clambering to his hands and knees. The sharp pains lancing through his side with each breath confirmed that at least one of his ribs was broken, possibly more.
Knowing he wouldn't be able to stand upright without passing out, Dean crawled as quickly as he could push his battered body towards the stairs, one thought on his mind.
"Gotta save Sammy."
Dean held onto the words, repeating them over and over like a mantra, focusing on the them instead of the pain. He reached the stairs finally and let out and involuntary whimper as they seemed to go on forever. The spirit appeared to have become bored with the hunter as all was quiet, spurring his actions as he thought about how it could have moved its attentions onto Sam.
Scrambling to his feet, he grabbed the banister holding onto it like it was a lifeline, and staggered up the steps. His momentum was halted suddenly when, with a loud crack, his foot went through one of the decaying stairs.
"Sonuvabitch!" he exclaimed before pulling his leg up through the rotten wood and continuing on with his quest.
He would have punched the air in victory when he finally reached the top step had his ribs not been burning in protest. He staggered towards the only door which was closed on the hallway figuring it to be the most likely room for his brother to be in.
Dean leant on the wall opposite the entrance, collecting himself before letting out a yell and kicking out, smashing through the decaying wood. The last of his energy spent he fell to his knees noticing Sam's body huddled in the corner of the room, numerous bleeding cuts littering any exposed skin.
"Sammy!" he yelled crawling towards his brother. Shaking the younger Winchesters shoulder he tried rousing him.
"Sammy, c'mon dude, wake up."
Sam's eyelids fluttered, and he let out a low groan before fully opening them. Blinking, he looked at his brother, gasping at the sight.
Dean was on his knees, eyes wide, staring without really looking. He was deathly pale, lines of pain etched in his face and a fine sheen of sweat covering his forehead. He was covered in dust, tracks of skin showing through where the sweat had rolled down his face. Although his hand was braced on Sam's shoulder he was still swaying drunkenly, looking as if he would topple at any minute. His shoulders visibly slumped when he realised finally that Sam was awake, his frown letting up slightly.
"Y'... k dude?" he mumbled his eyes glazing over.
"Oh my god Dean, what happened?" Sam said, finally finding his voice. He climbed onto his knees and grasped his brothers shoulders in an attempt to steady him.
"Are...you…k…Sammy" Dean slurred again blinking heavily, his head lolling.
"Yeah dude, I'm fine" Sam said exasperated that his brother was once again unperturbed by his own injuries, intent only on finding out the state of the younger Winchester.
"Good." Seemingly using the last of his energy forming that one word, Dean's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he slumped into his brothers waiting arms.
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chapter four tomorrow
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