A/N: So this was going to go up last night, but then I feel asleep and had to get it up today after school.
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The world was spinning. Either that or he was. Using his arms he pushed himself up ignoring the trembling in his arms. The shooting pain in his shoulders had dulled
to an ache and his brain supplied the answer. Adrenalin. Looking down at his shirt he added another reason. Blood loss. He groaned out loud and then regretted it
when it made his head ache. Slowly he looked around. What little light there was showed a dark cave full of twigs and sticks. There was a rotten stench in the air that
suggested that maybe there was something else more foul living in the cave and Sam was relieved that whatever it was not also in the cave with him at the moment.
He shivered and a thought passed his mind that this was California and that he should not be shivering even at night. He stumbled to the mouth of the cave tripping
over something on his way there and he ignored that clunking sound that it made and the white that was reflected off by the moon. He grabbed a root that was
dangling from the edge of the roof and ignoring the roughness of it he leaned out to see where he was exactly. "Motherfuck." Burst out of his lips. The cave opened
out into a sheer cliff that dropped down onto a riverbank with a small river that meandered through it. No doubt with time and concentration he could scale either his
way down or up, but now with his bloodless and his shoulders having just been recently priced by no doubt dirty talons he would fall strait down to his, hopefully,
painless death. He let go of the root that he had been using to support him and sunk to the ground his back scraping against the cave wall. Ow. He thought. That hurt
more than it should have. He twisted around winching as the movement jostled his shoulders, but focused on the task at hand. Surviving first, giving to pain later on.
The rocks that had been digging into his back on the way down were rough and some even were pointed and sharp. They looked odd as if someone was trying to
create a statue or some other work of art, but had no talent or were just trying to recreate a Picasso. Sam wiggled at one of the pointer pieces of stone and it started
to break away. He wiggled it harder and slowly bits and pieces slowly began to drift off into the air and the segment broke away from the wall. Sam grinned. Why he
did not know only that this felt like this was time that he should be grinning. If he was very careful maybe he could shape the tip of the stone that was in his hand to
something a bit sharper. Though it would most likely not kill the thing that abducted him it would no doubt by him a minute or two of a head start and he knew that in
this business even a few seconds could tip the scales into anyone's direction. Sam brought a side of the stone to the cave wall and began to saw it back and forth
ignoring the ugly scraping sound that was created and the small stone particles that rained down upon his hand like a little army attacking a barricaded city. The wind
started to howl outside and stirring up dust inside of the cave. Sam took a deep inhale of the fresh air that was brought in by it. He flipped the stone over and began
to start to file the other side. While filing away his mind whirled with thoughts as to how he could get out. He knew that his shoulders were not bleeding more, but he
knew that he would need to wrap his shoulders before he could began either his assent or dissent to his much wanted freedom. After finishing filing away at the stone
and testing its sharpness and despite knowing it would be pointless he still dug around in his pockets for his phone or even his backup phone in his boot and not
finding none he stumbled over to the nest to check to see if they might have fallen out into the nest. Filling away the fact that both were both missing he knew he was
dealing with a creature that had an above average intelligence than just typical intelligence. Sighing he knew he need to do something to gain someone's attention
though it most likely be Dean who he hoped was at least close to where he was. Pulling gently at the sleeves of his jacket Sam tugged it off and looking around found
a long enough stick and threading it through the right sleeve of the jacket Sam wandered over back over to the mouth of the cave. He laid the stick on the ground
and piled rocks on top of the stick to keep it from falling of the ledge from the weight of the jacket. Hopefully someone would notice a leather jacket seemingly
floating in the air. Doubt gnawed in his mind about someone being out so late and so near to cliffs, but he squashed it saying that Dean would see it. He stumbled
over to a crevice close to the entrance and leaned against the wall clutching his stone weapon in his hand. Sam stared at his hands barely recognizing his unusually
pale hands. He frowned. This was important and he knew it. Something was telling him that this was a problem a very serious problem. He could not think of anything
except for the fact that his eyelids kept getting heavier and heavier. His head dropped onto his head and he faded off with the thought. Just five minutes.
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Dean tried not to let his heart race faster than he already knew it was. He was surrounded by werewolves. A whole mother fucking pack of them. He tried not to let
his nervous, his shifty eyes, or the way he held his hand close to where he kept his gun to obvious. By the way that Derek's eyes remained trained on him and the
way he kept the teens farther away from him suggested that Dean was not being as subtle as he could. Shinning his flashlight closer to the ground he groaned
internally at the weak beam that shone from it. Scowling he shoot a glare at Stiles who had grabbed his old flashlight from his hands and shoved this one along with
yelling. "Light! Light! We'll be giving the crazy with a landing strip that thing." Apparently this made sense to everyone else, but all of them minus he and Stiles were
werewolves who could see in the dark. And could become Ninjas too. The only sounds that could be heard in the dark were the crickets and the human's footsteps.
Checking to make sure that everyone was not too far behind he noticed that that two of the werewolves, Issac and Erica, were standing near the edge of a cliff
looking down. They stood there longer than normal before Issac turned and mentioned with one of his arms in a come-here gesture. Dean jogged over to where
everybody was gathering to look at what they spotted.
"What is it?" Dean demanded.
"I see something down here, but it is odd. It is just kind of flapping in the wind." Erica said. Dean scowled down at the ravine. All he saw was dark and more dark.
Boyd pointed somewhere down to the left. "Right there. Something is sticking out of the side of the ravine. It keeps swaying in the wind, but right now in this light it is
too dark to really see what it is. Someone needs to go down to see it clearer. Any volunteers?"
"I'll go." Dean volunteered right away.
"No, you won't be able to do it. It so far down that it would take ages to get down there and then back up," Derek spoke up, "Scott or Erica you should go down, both
of you have the most experience with rock climbing one of you should go down. Plus if they fall there is a better chance they will survive the fall."
"Thanks Derek." Scott snarked. Dean looked at the two teenagers, both of which just shrugged at each other both seeming unwanting to go down the sheer cliff wall.
"Rock paper scissors." Stiles declared. Both teens rolled their eyes, but willing did as commanded. Erica won and Scott sighed and got ready to begin his dissent.
Everybody stood there silently waiting there for Scott's information.
"It is a jacket!" He yelled up. Dean practically through himself ear the edge of the cliff.
"What does it look like?!" A short pause than.
"Leather! Soft brown leather like it has been well used, but it's been torn in the shoulders and there is blood on it!"
"That is it! That is Sammy's jacket. We've found him."
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A/N2: So shorter than usual, but I can be forgiven just this once though I do feel like we are coming to an end with this story! Thank you to everyone who has favorited and followed!
