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Flight to Hell

Chapter eight

They kept as quiet as they could and listened for about an hour as the pack of wolves hungrily skinned most of the bodies of their flesh. Then they heard the sound of wings beating the air as they lifted off the ground and disappeared back into the mountain.

"So what do we do now?" Sheila one of the women asked.

"The only thing we can, get as far away from them as possible." Dean answered.

"You mean leave the plane?" Alice another one of the survivors asked, clearly terrified at the prospect of leaving.

"We're going to have to, we can't stay here."

"But I've always heard if you're in a crash you should stay with the plane, it's the surest way of being found. If we wander off by ourselves and a search party comes….."

"Sorry, but we don't have a choice in this."

"Why can't we just barricade ourselves inside and wait for help?" Bill, another man asked.

"Because once those things get hungry again and there's nothing left out there to eat they're coming after us and a barricade isn't going to hold them forever."

"I heard you shooting at them; did you kill any of them?"

"No….it seems that bullets only stun them for a short time."

"There has to be some way to kill them."

Dean knew that was true, if only he could remember. They had only been kids when their Dad had told them the story of the winged creatures and he was sure he had told them how to kill them but he couldn't remember, it was so long ago. Dean glanced over at his brother hoping Sam might remember something, but Sam shook his head, he had been even younger then Dean and could only remember bits and pieces of the story.

"The only option we have is to get as far away from the nest as possible."

"And how far is that?"

"I don't know. I only remember hearing that once you're out of their territory they'll stop hunting you." Dean hoped that part of the story was true.

Max came storming over.

"I still want to know how the hell you guys know about these creatures!... I've never heard of anything like them before and I'm sure no one else has either!" Max looked around at the other passengers who agreed with him. "But you two know all about them. How?"

"That's not important, what's important is that those things are out there and we need to get as far away from them as possible."

"You know what…. I think you two have something to do with them. How else would you know about them?"

"That's nonsense." Sam spoke up. "Look, I know you're scared, we all are, but we need to stick together on this, we can't go fighting amongst ourselves."

"Well I say we stay put." Max said as he looked around at the other survivors hoping they'd agree with him. "We go out there those things will be all over us."

"And if we stay here it's only a matter of time before they finish off the rest of the bodies and come looking for more food." Dean could tell that Max was beginning to upset the other passengers and wished he'd shut up.

"What we need to do is get the injured as mobile as possible. Those that can't walk we need to make some kind of sled for them. Then we need to get out of here before those things return." Sam knew they had to move fast, there was no telling when the creatures would want to feed again.

"Who died and made you two boss?" Max once more tried to win the group to his side. "I say we stay here and wait for help."

"It could take days till a rescue team reaches us, days we don't have. We need to get off this mountain and as far away from those things as we can, and we need to do it now." Dean looked at the survivors. "We need to evaluate the injured and see who can and can't walk, then we need to use some of this twisted metal to make a sled to get the ones that can't walk off this mountain. Next we need to divide up whatever extra clothing and blankets we have, it's going to be freezing out there but we don't have a choice in this."

"Bullshit!" Max shouted. "I say if you're so anxious to go out there then go!" Without warning Max shoved Sam, who was the closest to him, out through one of the openings. Sam yelped in pain as he went down hard in the snow.

"You son of a bitch!" Dean didn't hesitate this time, he hauled off and punched Max in the face. He knew the man was terrified but he was getting tired of him causing trouble and more important tired of him pushing Sam around. Dean quickly hurried out to his brother then stood guard while Sam crawled back into the plane. The creatures were no where in sight but the brothers could sense that they were out there somewhere watching.

"You okay?" Dean asked once Sam was back in the plane.

"I think so." Sam tried to pull himself up but the fall had reinjured his leg and it was too painful for him to stand. "Damn it!" He muttered as he lowered himself back to the floor.

Dean knelt down beside him and examined his leg. He could see that the bones were once more out of alignment.

"I'm going to have to reset this Sam."

"Damn it!" Sam was angry at himself. "I'm sorry Dean I should have kept my eye on him."

"No need for you to be sorry, but if that bastard touches you again, he's dead."

Dean had hoped Sam would at least be able to walk off the mountain with his help but now he wasn't so sure. And if those things attacked and his brother was not able to walk, he'd be one of the first ones the creatures would pick off.

TBC