Bunkered (Part 52 - Now) by frostygossamer
Sam's there, slumped on a chair, softly weeping.
"Wuss!" hisses Dean, as he grounds his shotgun and begins to remove slats from the window frame.
He slides in feet first, almost forgetting to bring along his gun. He examines Sam, freeing his wrists and ankles with a sharp knife.
Dean jerks the gag from the guy's mouth and he moans miserably. "W-water..."
"It's OK, Sam," Dean whispers. "Gonna get you outta here."
Slipping one arm around Sam's waist, he starts to lift him to his shaky feet. Then the door whams open, shuddering on its hinges.
"NOT. SO. FAST!"
TBC
