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Flight to Hell

Chapter twelve

Three hours later Corbett and another man Keith took over the guard duty while Dean and Sam finally got some much needed rest. They grabbed a blanket and made a bed in the snow. Usually they would have made some bad jokes about having to sleep together but they were both too cold and exhausted. They climbed onto the blanket and covered themselves with another then used each other's body heat to stay warm, soon they both drifted off to sleep.

Two hours later

"They're back!" Corbett's scream woke the entire camp. Everyone jumped up then stood staring wide-eyed at the two wolves that sat on a ledge above them. Before anyone could react one of the wolves swept down and grabbed one of the comatose survivors out of the sled, the other wolf grabbed Sheila whose high pitched scream echoed throughout the mountains as the wolf began to lift her into the air. Dean and Sam took out their guns and began firing at both of the creatures. The creature that had Sheila dropped her for a few seconds as it shook off the bullets that hit it. Dean took the opportunity to rush forward and was just about to grab the girl when the wolf recovered and knocked Dean down as it once more grabbed the terrified girl and flew off to join its partner that had already flown away. Sheila's screams slowly died as the creatures disappeared into the darkness.

"You okay?" Sam asked Dean as he made his way over to him.

"Yeah." Dean stood up and looked in the direction the creatures had flown, his face etched with both anger and sorrow.

Max and his three buddies walked over and stood in front of Dean.

"I thought you said we'd be safer out here?.....You just got two people killed!"

"We're not safe until we're out of their territory, we told you that." Sam spoke up.

"I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to him!" Max shoved Sam out of the way causing him to lose his footing and go down hard; he gave a little yelp of pain when his leg twisted beneath him.

"You son of a bitch!" Dean's eyes flashed with rage.

Between watching two people die who he was trying to protect and seeing Max hurt his brother again Dean lost it. He delivered a hard punch to Max's stomach then when he was bent over he delivered an upper cut to his face. Dean grabbed Max's collar and pulled him up and was just about to hit him again when Corbett grabbed his arm.

"Stop it! Fighting amongst ourselves isn't going to solve anything!"

Dean pulled away from Corbett as he glared at Max determined to finish him off but instead he released him and pushed him away, he knew Corbett was right, fighting amongst themselves wasn't going to get them anywhere.

"You ever touch my brother again I'll feed you to those things myself!" Dean meant every word. Max had hurt Sam once before and he'd be damned if he was going to let him hurt him again.

Dean then walked over to Sam and knelt down next to him.

"You okay?"

"I think so." Sam felt his leg and didn't think anymore damage had been done to it.

"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch; I swear I'm going to kill him." Dean said under his breath to Sam as he watched Max and his buddies walk away.

"He's just scared Dean, just like the rest of them are."

"That's no excuse for acting like a jerk."

"No, but it's a reason to."

"We need to get packed up and moving. We have no idea how wide their territory is….. We could walk for days and still not be out of it. " Dean once more looked off in the direction the creatures had flown. "He's right you know….two people are dead because of me."

"If we would have stayed with the plane we'd probably all be dead by now. This time there were only two of those things….. back at the plane there were at least six. These two were probably just scouts taking food back for the rest of the pack." Sam put his hand on his brother's shoulder trying to comfort him. "We did the right thing Dean, don't second guess yourself."

Sam could tell Dean was upset over losing two people, he was too. But he knew they had done the right thing, staying with the plane would have been suicide; there was a whole pack of them back there. The further they got away from the plane the better. The scouts would not venture far from the nest; at least he hoped that part of the story was right. But like Dean had said there was something else about the story that they both were forgetting. …. but what was it?

TBC