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Project Eight
Chapter ten
They fought their way through the wind and rain then turned into an alley hoping the tall buildings bordering it would block some of the wind. Their clothes clung to their bodies as the rain pelted them unrelentingly.
"Dean this is nuts! We're going to get ourselves killed!" Sam shouted over to Dean who could barely hear him through the wind.
"We got this far Sam we're not stopping now!"
They continued fighting their way up the alley. When one would lose his footing the other would grab him and hold on till they regained it.
"Dean look out!" Sam grabbed Dean's arm and pulled him into a doorway just as a large piece of metal blew by.
"Thanks."
"Dean we got to get inside….it's too dangerous out here."
"Sam we need that antidote…it's only a few more blocks."
"Yeah but it's taking us almost half an hour to walk one block….Dean the college is probably on lockdown anyway."
"Well then Wylie's office should be easy to break into."
"You have an answer for everything don't you?"
"I try." Dean said smiling. "Come on Sam we got to get there before the storm gets worse."
"Gets worse? How can it get any worse? The winds are knocking us off our feet now, it can't get must worse."
"Come on!" Dean grabbed Sam by the arm and pulled him back into the alley. He wasn't about to let his brother talk him out of finding Wylie's office. Once they got the antidote in Sam everything should be alright, at least he hoped so.
They continued toward the college making slow progress. Both of them were soaked to the bone and covered in cuts and bruises from the flying debris. They were forced to hold onto each other the entire way as they attempted to make a united front against the wind. But the wind wasn't ready to yield to their determination. A sudden strong gust separated the brothers and each ended up being blown in different directions.
Dean was lucky and was tossed into a doorway which provided a little shelter from the screaming wind. He looked out and could see Sam trying to hold onto anything that was anchored down but not being successful. And then what he dreaded most happened… Sam vanished again.
"Sam!" Dean left the safety of the doorway and headed in the direction he had last seen his brother. "Sammy!"
"Dean!"
"Sam where are you?" Dean headed toward the sound of his brother's voice. "Sammy!"
"Over here!"
He then heard a cry of pain then nothing.
"Sammy!"
Dean's eyes welled up with tears as he looked around the alley….his brother could be anywhere.
"Sammy!"
It was then he saw the large drops of blood which were quickly washed away by the rain leaving no sign as to where they led. His brother was hurt, and bleeding bad by the amount of blood he had seen.
Dean had never felt this helpless in his life. His brother was lying out there somewhere probably unconscious and hurt and he had no way of finding him. A sudden strong gust of wind knocked him to his knees.
"Sam!" He cried out again.
He never saw the piece of lumber that slammed into him knocking him flat. The last thing he saw was blood pooling near his head before he passed out.
TBC