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Shattered

Chapter 21– Thurmond Mine

"All I understand you bastard, is that you are going to die!" A cold voice said from the entrance of the mine.

Sam's head snapped up as he heard the familiar voice. "Dean" he sobbed, unable to keep the wobble from his voice.

Gordon turned and smiled at Dean. "Glad you could make it Dean. I had to restrain your brother…he went a little crazy on me." Gordon was holding his wounded shoulder while moving to place Sam between him and Dean.

"You sick bastard. You really expect me to believe that Sam would do that to you? I know my brother and he would never kill unless he had no other choice. In fact, he's the only reason you walked away the last time. That's something I intend to fix."

Dean walked carefully into the room, his gun never wavering in his outstretched hand. He was concerned that Gordon was still close to his brother. He couldn't take a chance that Gordon would be able to use the knife on Sam.

Gordon shook his head. "Dean, you're brother has evil in his blood. He's tasted human flesh and has drunk human blood…god only knows what else he's been up to…"

"You can stop right there Gordon…I know you were behind all of this. What I don't understand is why? Why is it so important to you to convince me Sam is evil?" Dean moved closer, keeping his voice calm. He just needed a few more feet and he could attack.

Gordon was prepared; he quickly reached up and knocked the support beam from the ceiling. As the ceiling began to collapse, Gordon quickly headed down the tunnel. Dean forgot about Gordon as he saw the large rocks and beams beginning to fall around his brother. He heard Sam scream as a large rock landed on his legs, trapping him beneath the heavy stone.

"SAMMY!" Dean yelled as he tried to dodge the debris that was falling around him.

"Dean get out! You're no good to me if you're dead…the pen Dean, head for the pen!" Dean saw the pen beside him and ducked inside, coughing from the dust that was in the air. A moment later there was a silence in the air as the last of the rocks and timber settled. Dean crawled out from under the overhang and headed to the pile of debris that had trapped his brother.

"SAM!" Dean heard a soft moan as he quickly cleared as much of the debris away as he could. He kept his eyes open for Gordon. He knew that he probably knew the mine and had another way out. But he also knew that Gordon wouldn't give up. "Hold on Sam, I'll get you out of here in a moment."

Sam couldn't breathe. The dust was making it almost impossible. A moment later, he saw the worried look of his brother peering over the top of the large boulder that was slowly crushing Sam. "Dean…hurts" Sam said weakly. He knew that his leg had to be broken from the pain he was feeling and he felt something sticky flowing down his side and guessed that he must be bleeding.

Dean looked around to find a piece of lumber that he could use as a lever. After a few moments, he placed the timber under the boulder and began to rock it off Sam's lower body. He closed his mind to the groans and whimpers that were coming from his little brother. He knew that he was hurting him. But he had to get him free before Gordon returned or before the rest of the mine decided to come down on them.

"Ok Sam, I'm going to give it one more big push…hold on ok." Dean encouraged as he put his back into moving the boulder the rest of the way off of his brother.

Sam screamed as the boulder rolled and released his legs. The pain in his leg was almost unbearable. Dean knelt down and quickly cut the ties that were holding Sam to the post. He then gently unwound the wire from Sam's wrists and ankles. He could see the bone sticking out of Sam's lower leg. He had to get Sam to the hospital and soon.

"Ok Sam, I'm going to try to immobilize your leg before I move you. Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"My side" Sam gasped.

Dean gently moved Sam's shirt up and saw the problem. One of the timbers had pierced Sam's side, leaving a large open wound. "Ok, we can take care of that Sam. You just sit still for a moment while I sort this out."

Sam looked at Dean with fear in his eyes. "Dean, you have to watch out for Gordon…he's crazy."

"As a loon…I know Sam. But we need to get you ready to travel. Here, hold my gun while I work on you…you need to stay awake for me Sam." Dean saw Sam's eyes beginning to close.

"M'kay" Sam said quietly, forcing his eyes open once more.

"That's my boy!" Dean quickly pulled the emergency first aid kit from his pack. He put a pressure bandage on Sam's side. He'd worry about cleaning it later. Next he worked on immobilizing Sam's leg. He used some of the timber that had fallen to create a brace, being careful of the open wound.

"Ok Sam, how about we try to get you out of here." Dean helped Sam up and placing his brother's good arm over his shoulders, he started the slow trip to the mouth of the mine.

"The car is just down at the bottom of the road here Sam. We'll take it slow and easy ok?" Dean could see the sweat on Sam's face and heard his labored breathing. He knew that Sam was in pain. As they made their way down the incline, Dean heard a sound above them. He quickly fell to the ground, pulling Sam with him, rolling them both behind some boulders. He heard the bullet hit the rock right above where they had been standing moments before.

"All right that does it…this bastard is going down!" Dean gently turned Sam over and wasn't surprised to find him unconscious.

"Come on Sam, we need to move further into cover. We're too open here." Dean watched as his brother opened his eyes.

Sam groaned, "What happened Dean?"

"We're playing Gordie's version of Duck Duck Goose…he has the high ground Sam. We can't get to the car, so we need to move and find a better position to defend." Dean pulled his cell phone out and cursed. There was no reception.

"You should leave me here Dean; you can't keep dragging me along like this. He's after me, let him have me!" Sam said quietly.

"Are you totally nuts? You can barely keep your eyes open. How are you going to defend yourself Sam? 'Cause I know you aren't asking me to let the bastard kill you." Dean watched as Sam swallowed.

"Sam this isn't the place to talk about what is going on in that freaky head of yours, but what ever he told you, it's crap. We either get out of this together or not at all, do you understand me?"

"Jerk" Sam said softly

"Bitch" Dean replied as he helped Sam to his feet once again. Shifting the back pack so that he could take more of Sam's weight, he started to head deeper into the rocks. If he could get high enough, maybe his cell phone would start working and he could call for help. He wasn't going to leave Sam, no matter what.

TBC

Raven524: Just a baby cliffy…Sam and Dean are together, although they aren't out of the woods yet. If you'd like to see the boys get out of trouble sooner, send me a review! You never know it might make my fingers go a little faster!