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Twister
Chapter Three:
"Damn it Sammy," Dean said the concern in his voice belying his words. "You're just trying to get out of all the hard work little brother. I just know it." Dean checked his brother's pulse and found it to be strong and steady. "Fine, you just lay their and take a nap, I'll see what I can do about getting us out of here."
Dean went back to the task of clearing a path out of what was left of the building. Now that he had some room to work it got slightly easier and he was making good progress. He had a small tunnel outside the bathtub by the time the flashlight flickered and died. Somehow he doubted Sam would have extra batteries in his jacket pocket so he had no choice but to continue working in the dark.
He had no idea how long he'd been working but he now had a tunnel that led nearly twenty feet away from the tub. His full concentration was on the task at hand and it took several seconds before the quiet moans he had been hearing caught his attention. He had already crawled half way back when he heard his brother's soft murmur, "Dean…"
"Sammy, I'm here. I'm coming back," Dean said loudly. Crawling around inside a collapsed building in the dark was not and easy task. Twice Dean bumped into the "walls" of the path he'd been able to dig out.
"Dean!" Sammy called again, this time stronger more insistent with a hint of fear and pain in his voice.
"Sammy," Dean said. "I'm almost there." When he found the tub in the dark he said, "Sam, I'm here."
"Dean, you left me," Sam accused plaintively. He reached out in the dark until he felt his brother's shirt and grabbed hold. "You left me."
"No Sammy," he said putting his hand on his brother's arm, "No I didn't. I'm just trying to find a way out. I would never leave you."
"Dean… my head… it hurts and…and…I… I can't see," Sam told him mournfully. "Why can't I see? Am I blind?"
"Sam, its okay, it's just dark," Dean told him. "I can't see either."
Sam let go of Dean's shirt and began rustling around in his pockets. "My flashlight is gone," Sam said. "I keep a flashlight in my pocket but I can't find it."
"I know," Dean told him. "I took it."
"Well turn it on," his brother said exasperatedly.
"I can't the batteries died," he replied.
Dean heard Sam rustling around in his jacket pockets. He decided if his kid brother took out a pack of batteries he was going to buy the kid a steak when they got out of here. The rustling stopped and he heard a very familiar gentle scrapping noise, saw a spark and then the small flame of the lighter his brother held. The feeble light from the cigarette lighter fluttered as he brother sighed in relief at being able to see again. Dean could have smacked himself for not pulling out and using his own lighter.
Sam held the lighter up higher and looked around then at his brother. "Dean, you're hurt," he said looking at the blood on the side of his face and shirt.
Dean shook his head, "Not me dude, it's not my blood."
Sam reached back and felt his head he winced at the size of the lump and looked at his brother. "What happened Dean?"
"You don't remember?" Dean asked.
"No," Sammy said looking from his brother to the rubble surrounding them. "What the hell is going on Dean?"
"A tornado struck the motel, but you saved us Sammy. You piled us into that damn bathtub just before it turned the building into matchsticks."
"Dean."
"Yeah?"
"It's Sam."
Dean grinned. It was good to have Sammy back. "Whatever dude," he said then asked, "Now that you've had your little power nap you want to give me a hand out here?" Dean pulled his own lighter out of the pocket of his jeans and held it up so Sam could put his down long enough to climb out of the tub.
Dean didn't like it. All his brother had done was climb out of the bath tub and he was breathing heavily, like he'd just run a foot race. He was leaning with his back against the tub and with his eyes closed. "Sam, you okay?" Dean asked.
"Yeah," Sam said unconvincingly. "It's just… my head hurts."
"I'm sure it does," Dean told him, "Especially since you have a knot the size of a golf ball up there. Don't you have any tylenol in that jacket?"
"No," Sam said then asked. "Hey Dean, you're wearing your jacket right?"
Dean looked at his brother, "Yes."
"Well, why don't you take the batteries out of the EMF and put them in the flashlight?"
Dean was quiet for a few seconds then said, "I'll be right back. I'm going to go get the flashlight." Sam heard him muttering as he left. It was something about college boys thinking there so smart.
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