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Pathway to Hell
Chapter nine
"What the hell was that thing?" Wilcox asked as he and his partner stood staring at the screen in shock.
"You said you have cameras in all the passageways?" Dean asked ignoring the question.
"Yeah, phones too."
Dean grabbed the phone and tried to dial the passageway that Sam was in but the line had been cut by the cave in.
Dean ran to the car and grabbed the first aide kit and two bottles of holy water; he then ripped out a page from their Dad's journal concerning Indian spirits and shoved it in his pocket. He returned in a few minutes and continued to rig his monitor to read the video feed off of Wilcox's monitor.
"What are you doing?" Wilcox asked as he watched Dean work.
"I'm going down there." Dean answered as he kept glancing up at the office monitor hoping to get some glimpse of Sam but all he could see was dust. He was thankful that the camera still worked but apparently the sound had gone out because all he heard was an eerie silence, unless….unless there was no one left alive to make any sound. He shook his head slightly trying to get the thought out of his head. No, Sam was alive and I'm getting him out of there.
"I'll get help." Wilcox began walking toward a button on the wall which would sound an alarm and bring help from the town.
"No!" Dean shouted.
"What? Why not? We got to get down there and dig these people out!"
"You send a bunch of people down there not knowing what they're up against you could be setting them up for a massacre. No, just us, no one else."
"We don't know how bad the cave in was….it could take days to dig them out of there."
"Then we better get going." Dean said as he looked at the small monitor in his hand which now was working. "Which passageway are they in?"
"They're in twelve."
Dean dialed twelve on his monitor and was relieved when the collapsed passageway appeared on his screen. He was thankful that Wilcox had cameras in each passageway even the "Do Not Enter" ones; at least he could now keep tabs on what was going on. He looked at the monitor praying he'd see some movement. Finally as the dust settled he could see something moving toward the right of the screen. He prayed it was Sam but instead another man came into view as he walked by the camera. In the distance, near the entrance to the passageway he could make out his brother's body lying unmoving under some rocks. "Come on Sammy let me see you move." He said softly as he kept his eyes on the figure. "Please Sam, show me some sign that you're still with me." In what seemed like an eternity he finally saw Sam move his arm. He shut his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God." He watched as a few of the men pulled Sam out from under the rubble and propped him up against the wall. Dean winced with sympathy when he saw Sam's blood covered leg. He could clearly see the pain on Sam's face and knew his leg was more then likely broken. He pulled out his cell phone and text messaged his brother hoping that the text part of the cell phone was still working.
Dean – Sam you okay?
Dean watched as Sam painfully reached in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.
Sam – Cave in.
Dean – I know. We're coming for you.
Sam – Bill's dead. Holy water gone. Saltgun useless
Dean – Bringing more holy water and Indian prayer from Dad's journal.
Maybe it will help. Sam…how bad are you hurt?
Sam – Busted leg, maybe broken rib… Others seem okay.
Dean had seen the cave in and knew that Sam had taken the full force of the falling roof; the others had been further into the passageway when it had collapsed and had escaped injury.
Dean - Hold on Sam, we're coming
He could see Sam nod on the monitor as he lowered his cell phone. Dean had no idea if the Indian prayer would work, but it was all they had. He knew the salt gun should have worked but it didn't even seem to slow the creature down, and the holy water, who knew if that would work on the thing or not… he could only hope so.
Dean prayed that the blood on Sam's leg was from a cut and not from a broken bone piercing his skin. If it was, he knew Sam could bleed to death or go into shock from the pain. He watched as two men tied a makeshift tourniquet around Sam's upper thigh to slow the blood flow. He blinked back tears as he watched his brother grimacing in pain as the men pulled the tourniquet tight.
"Let's go!" Dean shouted as he led the way to the mine shaft. Hang on Sammy we're coming.
Along the way they stopped and threw tools they would need to dig the group out into the rail cars. Dean hung the miniature monitor around his neck so his hands would be free but he'd still be able to watch everything that happened in the passageway. The three men then hopped in the rail cars and began their descent, hoping they wouldn't be too late.
TBC
