Forest Pain Chapter Four
Panda13216Sam clenched his fists around a blood filled shirt. His body felt like it was falling apart and it didn't help that the weight of betrayal was on his mind. He breathed in deeply, watching the tick flow of blood ooze through his fingers. He kicked his feet as he tried to pull his leg out of the rock. This would've worked if Sam weren't so tired and hurt in the first place. He couldn't figure out Mandy's motive. Most of the time, in normal situations, the victim would prefer to kill the monster rather than have more people killed. He guessed Mandy was just one of the psycho cases.
Sam pushed one hand away from the wound on his stomach. He flinched upwards at the pain ushering from his thigh. He pulled his fingers under the rough texture of the rock closest to his body. He bit his lip as he pushed the first one out of the way. It was harder than expected but it rolled off. The few others towering his waist came crashing down.
This allowed him to sit up. It was the only way to free his legs. This wouldn't have been hard if he wasn't so tired. He lifted the other rocks, but they weren't as easy as anyone would've expected. He sat up completely. It hurt to constrict his two abdominal wounds, but the best choice was to get up to help Dean.
Sam entwined his fingers with the rocks covering the ground. He pulled his legs underneath him to prepare himself for a standing position. He got up and swayed for a second before grabbing at the tall mound of dirt ahead of him. Sam jerked upward and gripped the leaves at the top to which he could barely see. He propelled himself upward to where his chest was on the soft dirt, and his feet were hanging off the edge. He pulled up so he was completely on the land, stretching his cuts out.
Mandy had everything the way she wanted, yet she miscalculated one thing. You can't keep one Winchester brother away from the other, ever.
Sam had to push the ground with such force that it nearly knocked him back down in the ditch. He stood up and again swayed as if he were nauseous. Sam took one staggering step forward before his back leg almost completely gave out. He regained his balance and took a few more shaking steps forward.
The woods were dense, and anyone could see that. Sam still managed to follow the dark crimson liquid leading to where his brother would be located.
Changing To Dean's Point of View!
Dean tensed his muscles as the creature looked him up and down. It seemed to be deciding if it felt like eating part of Dean or not. It turned its beady eyes to Dale. The Wendigo must've decided there was enough of Dale meat to finish before starting on his other meal. Dean let out a sigh of relief as soon as the Wendigo walked out the cave entrance and down into the endless corridors.
Dale was about as limp as Dean had ever seen a human. This didn't count when he had watched the light fade from Sam's eyes, or watched someone fall to the ground on his or another's account. Dean breathed in heavily. His arms felt as if they were about to snap out of place, or at least snap completely off. Dean kicked his feet again just to let them flail around in the darkness of the cave.
He heard it, the sickening crack of bones scarping against bones. He could feel the pins and needles running down his spine. The last thing he saw were Dale's scared eyes before he couldn't see anything.
Changing Back To Sam's Point of View!
Sam held his stomach with one hand, the other trying to slow the bleeding. His efforts were in vain, for you could see the red streaks running down his jeans leg. He watched the blood get thinner, and the following of it getting harder. He went down the trail until he could see nothing more but the grim mouth of a worn cave.
He had nothing on him to see, just for the greatness of Mandy taking his weapons. Sam took a step inside to find his foot made a terrible squishing sound. Sam stuck his foot back in the light to reveal the blood he took as Deans.
Sam waked back inside and had to listen closely so he could find where his brother must've been taken. The corridors were dark and eerie, and it always ended with him taking an unexpected sharp corner. Sam came into a room where the light shined through little holes in the ceiling. It was comforting to know that he wasn't far underground. He thought he was alone until he heard the unmistakable sound of light breathing.
Sam walked almost blindly toward the breathing he thought sounded heaviest. He held both his hands out in front of him despite the fact he was bleeding. He found a thinner body first, face illuminated buy the soft light coming from the ceiling. This was obviously Dale; to whom had large bite sized holes in his upper arms. Sam took the boy down. It wasn't hard to carry him out and come back in to find Dean in the corner hanging limply. Sam's heart basically leapt out of his chest.
Sam sprinted to his brother and patted him on the shoulder. He immediately took notice to the blade was higher on one shoulder than the other. Sam didn't have anything sharp with him to release Dean from the ropes holding him to the ceiling. Sam grabbed the pointiest rock he could find to help his brother.
He had to hand it to the Wendigo; it picked pretty strong bonds to hold Dean in place. Sam worked for over twenty minutes to let Dean fall to the ground. Sam struggled to pick up his knocked out brother, it didn't help his leg and stomach felt like splitting in two. The only good thought was that Dale was awake and ran off before Sam could warn him.
Sam gripped the back of Dean's neck and put the other hand under Dean's knees. Dean still hadn't stirred since Sam picked him up. From the way Deans back hit his stomach he could feel that Dean had managed to pop both of his shoulders out of their sockets. Well to be fair it wasn't Deans fault, the Wendigo kind of left him hanging from the ceiling.
Sam went the way he came before, following the sound of moving liquid. Sam turned each corner with care. He knew the Wendigo wouldn't leave its food unattended. Sam walked faster as they neared the exit, which could be told from the long shadow on the wall.
Sam left the cave, Dean perched awkwardly in his arms. Dean was pretty heavy and the urge to hold his wounds about overcame him. They were around a few feet from the cave when he heard the screech of the monster.
Sam ran as fast as he could without dropping Dean. It would be no use though, Wendigo's were fast and every hunter knew this. Sam turned to be face to face to the creature. It lunged forward as Sam pulled out his flare-gun.
He had one shot. And he used it.
A/N Hope ya'll enjoyed! I know it's another short chapter, but at least the boys are um sort-of okay! I had to get Dean down, I don't want him to be eaten. And yeah, Dale lived. He ran for his life, poor stupid kid. Am I the only one who feels like revenge is necessary for a certain worker at The Moose Camping College? –Panda
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