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Vision

Chapter 14

He didn't know where he was…

And wherever it was, he had a strange nagging feeling that he shouldn't be there. But with no idea where he was, escape from this dark place seemed slim.

Then, suddenly, he felt something… Something cold and hard pressed up against his face.

And in a flash of hurt Dean's groggy mind was pulled out of the blissful calm of unconsciousness to painful, hard reality.

Dean's body jolted awake as he gasped for breath against the horde of pain that seemed to invade his body from nowhere. His eyes flung open as his lungs quickly rejected the inhalation of thick, dusty air. Dean coughed against the ground, gasping for a breath the air was denying him.

As soon as he had regained his breath, Dean quickly assessed his surroundings.

Soft rays of sun filtered down through the ceiling, giving the younger hunter enough light to see the "room".

How long had he been out?

The "room", or what was left of it, was in shambles. Huge chunks of ceiling and wood littered the area. The "wall" that was the closest to Dean precariously leaned in and the ceiling was barely held up by a lone support, giving the appearance that it would crumble at ant time.

His eyes traveled down to his hurting leg, where he found a small broken support leaning on it. The only thing preventing the support from crushing Dean's leg was the small, debris-laden couch, holding it up. Other then that, Dean was surprisingly, relatively "unharmed".

Dean's mind was swirling. He lifted a shaking hand up to his temple. That's when he noticed that his hands were no longer bound.

The pipe must have broken in the collapse…

Collapse…

SAM!

Dean's eyes immediately widened as the thought of his unconscious brother entered his mind.

"Sam!" he called, his hoarse voice straining out the simple name. And that is when he saw it. A small item, unimportant in any other circumstance, but something that now filled Dean's heart with courage, hope, and fear.

It was a dusty piece of fabric, from most likely a shirt, that was sticking out from a small pile of debris.

"Sam!" Dean called again, and struggled to move, but only brought on a striking pain in his leg.

His eyes shot to the support. He knew what he had to do.

The only way he could get free and help Sammy was to pull up the support, slip out from underneath, and hope to God that he could hold it up long enough before it came down and completely crushed his leg.

With a shaky inhale of breath, Dean pressed his sweaty palms together and pushed up against the support, grunting under the pain it caused his leg.

He had to be strong.

For Sammy.

With a small grunt Dean was able to slowly lift off the support and wriggle out from underneath, before it came crashing down on where his leg had previously been.

Dean starred wide-eyed at the support and took another dust-filled breath of air.

"Well, that was freakin' close." He whispered to no one in particular.

Dean's eyes flickered to the piece of fabric, most likely Sam's shirt. Gritting his teeth together, Dean tired to stand, but was assaulted by a wave of nausea and a fierce pain in his leg. One look affirmed his thoughts. It was most likely fractured. Damn.

He took another steadying breath before standing, completely ignoring the intense pain vibrating in his leg.

In an instant, Dean hobbled over to the small pile of debris and collapsed, much to his leg's protest, on his knees.

He immediately began removing the rock and debris in a robotic manner. Dean didn't think about pain or finding his father or even killing the very demon that they had been hunting his whole life. The only thing he was thinking of was removing this barrier; this rock barrier that was separating Dean from his little brother; his family.

And with every rock he removed from the pile with his sweaty hands, a little more hope that he had harbored in his heart vanished till there was only a sliver of hope left.

Dean grunted as he lifted a large rock off the top of the pile and felt the color drain form his face at what he found.

It was the very dead face of psycho burly man, his glazed eyes staring eternally into nothing.

A surprised Dean sat back on the ground, panting with exhaustion and staring at the dead man that lay before him.

Dean was frustrated. Happy that it was psycho burly man buried in the ruble and not his brother, but frustrated nonetheless.

This time Dean's green eyes surveyed the whole "room" closely, taking in every sight, incase he might miss a sign of Sam.

His eyes traveled over to the pile of debris in the middle of the "room". His mind made a simple reasoning. Sam ether had to be on the other side of the pile…

Or underneath it…

No.

A new fire awoke in Dean as his eyes became wild. His brother was fine. He had to be fine.

It was Dean's duty as a big brother to protect Sam. He always did and always would.

Dean took a dust filled breath as he painfully limped towards the pile, hanging on to a thread of hope. Sam had to be O.K. because if he wasn't then Dean was a failure. And Dean Winchester never failed at anything. Except maybe for Algebra II.

He bit his lip tentatively. Every moment that he was forced to limp and wonder, chipped away at his hope that was now dangling by a string.

Dean had never been a godly man. He didn't believe in "miracles" or "destiny". He didn't believe that there was anything other than a bunch of fluffy clouds watching over the world. But now, at this moment, he made a deal with God.

He would do anything, anything if Sam would just be safe. And he promised that. And hoped desperately that someone was listening.

Dean finally made it around the pile and his heart stopped at what he saw.

It was the limp form of Sam, covered in dust, lying face up on the floor. Fresh blood ran down the side of his face, coloring his pale complexion a crimson red.

The only sign that he was alive was the shallow, strangled breaths that his weak body sucked in.

Dean would've run for joy to his brother, if his aching body and broken leg would have allowed. But he was content with limping wildly towards Sam and kneeling down by his side.

"Sammy." Dean called, soft green eyes boring into his brother's prone form. He shook Sam softly, almost scared that he might break the boy if he pushed too hard.

Sam's body tensed suddenly before coughing violently.

"That's it Sam." Dean said, eyes turned hard with worry at the bright blood that appeared on Sam's lips.

Sam squeezed his eyes tightly before letting them open slowly. His normally deep brown eyes were slightly glazed over with exhaustion.

"Dean?" he asked softly, before being taken seized again by a violent cough.

"Hey Sammy, why'd you have to go steal the spot light and be the hero? You know that's my job." Dean said softy, failing to cover up his intense worry with an idiotic joke. He added a small smile to reassure Sam, but his shaky voice and tear filled eyes gave him away.

"Dean." Sam whispered, brown eyes filled with unshed tears.

"Yeah?" Dean asked now holding his brother tightly in his arms. He wouldn't let Sam go with out a fight.

"You know… I …lo…"

"No Sam, don't say it!" Dean cut him off in a harsh tone, voice cracking. His eyes were powerful and full of emotion and denial.

Sam's look softened. He knew that Dean wasn't mad at him. Dean might be mad at the whole world, but he wasn't mad at him…

"I have to Dean." Sam whispered, tears now flowing freely down his bruised cheeks.

"You…have been the …best brother…anyone could…ask for." Sam whispered.

Dean choked back at sob as tears brimmed in his eyes.

"You're gonna be O.K. Sammy." Dean said, voice failing him as he stroked Sam's shaggy hair.

You have to be…

At this Sam smiled softly at Dean, staring deep into his eyes.

"I…love you." Sam whispered as his eyes slipped shut and he succumbed to the dark unconsciousness again.

"Sam!" Dean exclaimed eyes wild. He gripped his brother tightly as if somehow, it would it would prevent Sam from leaving.

You have to be O.K…

"I need you Sam…" Dean whispered softly to his unconscious brother before letting a lone tear slide down his bruised cheek.

where tears fall: tear tear That was such a sad chapter! But do not worry this is not a death fic, so all you people who are about to attack my house, you can back off now...

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