Sorry I haven't updated for awhile but …I write my stories during my breaks at work and someone found my disk and accidently, or not, deleted the rest of this story and my entire next story. I have paper copies of them but now I have to retype everything. Anyway…. Thanks for the reviews, I really appreciate each of them.

Flight to Hell

Chapter fourteen

"You son of a bitch!" Dean shouted when he saw Corbett go down. He started toward Max who now turned the gun on him, but even with the gun trained on him Dean didn't stop. Max raised the gun and fired toward him but missed.

"Dean no!" Sam shouted trying to stop his brother. He knew Max had killed once and wouldn't hesitate to kill again. "Just let him go!"

Hearing Sam's plea Dean stopped in his tracks, he knew if he was killed Sam and the others would be on their own.

Max slowly backed away but kept the gun trained on the brothers. If either one tried to stop him they were dead. Three men plus Alice followed him, deciding to take their chances with him rather then Dean and Sam. Once he was far enough away he turned around and he and his group started to head back to the plane.

At this point Dean no longer cared what happened to Max or his buddies. If they wanted to go back to the plane and take their chance then let them….if they died, they died.

Dean made his way over to Sam then shook his head sadly as he looked down at Corbett's body. Sam swallowed hard as he looked up at Dean, he felt it was his fault Corbett had died.

"I'm sorry Dean…he got my gun…. I thought he was helping me up….."

Dean knelt down and took Corbett's body from Sam.

"Don't blame yourself Sam, Max was a loose cannon, he was ready to go off at any time."

"But I should have been more careful….I shouldn't have let my guard down…..Now Corbett's dead and they have our guns."

"What's done is done, we can't change it."

Dean didn't blame Sam; his brother had no idea Max was going to try something….But now Corbett, who had stuck by them was gone, and he had died needlessly. He swore that once he got the rest of the group to safety he was going to go back after Max and make him pay for Corbett's death.

Later

They wrapped Corbett's body up the best they could then secured it to one of the sleds. They then continued their trek down the mountain. The group walked silently each dealing in their own way with what had happened, first the plane crash, then the wolves, now having to watch one of their own murdered.

They walked throughout the entire day stopping only occasionally to rest. It was slow going but they were finally beginning to see trees off in the distance instead of just snow and rocks.

They spent the night huddled together in the cold but unlike the previous night the wolves didn't appear. The entire group hoped that maybe they were finally out of their territory.

The next day they got up early and continued toward the tree line hoping that they'd eventually run into a road. Toward evening they got their wish. A small dirt road twisted itself through the trees and eventually led to a small cluster of homes…. They were finally safe.

Later that day

They were welcomed into one of the homes and told that they could stay there till help arrived. Unfortunately the phone lines were down because of the storm and cell phones didn't get a signal that far up in the mountain, but at least they were safe and warm. Their luck held out when the wife of the home owner told them she was a nurse and could care for their wounds. Dean's ribs were rewrapped and she managed to make a temporary walking cast for Sam. The rest of the group also had their injuries tended to. While Sam and the rest of the group rested, Dean walked over to the owner of the home.

"When do you think the phone lines will be working?" He asked.

"Probably by the end of the week. We're so far up the mountain that we're always the last people to have their service restored."

"We have more people trapped up there and I noticed when we came in that you have a couple of snowmobiles out back. I was wondering if I could borrow one."

"They belong to my two sons who are off at college." The man looked at Dean strangely. "You almost died up there….don't tell me you're planning on going back up there. … Those mountains are killers."

"I need to get the rest of our group off the mountains and I can't wait for help."

The man's wife walked over.

"You look exhausted; you need to get some rest before you attempt something like that."

"I'll get a few hours sleep but I really need to get back up there as soon as I can. Can I use one of them?"

"If there are people still trapped up there I guess I can't say no." The man looked at his wife. "Martha go pack some sandwiches and get as many blankets as you can." The man looked back at Dean. "You be careful up there."

"I will, and thanks, I'll leave at first light."

TBC