Legalities, as always Sam and Dean and all things Supernatural do not belong to me. They are the property of the CW and Kripke Enterprises. I wish they would share, but I don't think that is going to happen so I guess I will simply play in their sandbox for a bit.

Rating MA: For language and injured Dean and Sam throughout the storyline, they will also be M/M pairing although they are not brothers in this story. Pairings won't happen till later chapters, so be sure to review the warnings before reading.

If you don't like this type of thing, then don't read this story I am sure there are ones that would be more pleasing to you.

Author's Note: This story will follow Sam and Dean they continue their lives and try to deal with the challenges of their own pasts and tragic past of a child named Adam Milligan. This ride will get bumpy before it gets smooth, so be prepared.

Chalked full of angst and hurt Dean and worried Sam

Please keep in mind that I do not have a Beta, so if there are errors, I apologize ahead of time.

Chapter 4

Trapped

It took Sam a moment to collect his fractured thoughts as he stared at his phone in disbelief. What the hell happened? He couldn't understand why someone would bomb a hospital, which just didn't make sense in his mind. It wasn't a rational target. Hospitals were there to help people, who would want to hurt those types' people, the ones who give up large chunks of their own lives in service of others. The injured workers and the idea of the patients being further hurt while they were in a place of healing…was just…tragic. Sam's thoughts turned to Dean and he leaned over putting his head between his knees as he felt his stomach rebel at even the idea of losing Dean. They had already been through so much; they had defeated so many demons to get where they were today…that the mere possibility of losing Dean was…there are no words to describe that kind of pain. He thinks as he swallows and pulls himself back into a seated position, he hadn't even gotten off the bed when his cell phone started ringing. Sam prayed that it was Dean calling him, his hands shook as he flipped it over to see who was on the screen ID; he was a little disappointed when he saw Anna's face flash across the screen.

"Anna?" he said shakily into the phone, still using the bed for support, since his rubbery legs weren't going to hold him up at the moment.

"Sam, have you seen the news? Was Dean working today? What the hell happened?" she rambled as her voice rose in pitch, her fears mirroring his own.

Sam pulled in a slow breath, "Anna, stop." He said quietly.

There was instant silence on the other end of the line, "He was there wasn't he…Sam." She stated, her voice breaking on the use of his name.

Sam's eyes started to burn as he considered her question, he scrubbed a hand across his face in frustration. "Yes." He said simply.

"Was he hurt? Have you heard from him?" she asked as she tried to control the tears forming in her large brown eyes and then leaking slowly down her pale face.

Sam's breathing became even more uneven as he tried to put into words the desperate fear that the text message had elicited within him. "I think so Anna…I got a text…"

"What did it say Sam?" she interrupted.

"Anna, he was in the basement, it said he was…hurt." Sam wanted to say more, to comfort Dean's sister somehow. But he couldn't even control his own response to this latest tragedy, let alone be a rock for Anna. He heard the intake of breath as she gulped and the emotions bubbled up inside her in waves, forcing them to the surface.

Sam just listened as she broke down on the other end of the line, he knew that part of this was the disappearance of Dean, but part of it was probably due to the hormones that were still rampant from her recent pregnancy. "Listen Anna, is Castiel there?" Sam asked.

"Yes." She sobbed.

"Hand him the phone." Sam instructed.

"Sam?" The deep voice of her husband was instantly on the line, and Sam was grateful for at least one emotionally stable person in this situation.

"Cas, I'm headed to the hospital right now to help with the search and rescue. Keep an eye on Anna and I'll call you guys as soon as I know anything okay?" Sam finished as he got his own emotions under control enough to rise off the bed and grab Dean's hoodie and throw it over his head as he rushed down the stairs and out the front door.

"Don't worry Sam; I've got her taken care of. Go. Find…Dean." Cas finished as Sam hung up.

The traffic on the 101 was horrible, Sam was swearing up a storm by the time he made it to the off ramp. He could see the inky black smoke curling up from the hospitals location and it made him sick just looking at the tangible reminder of the bombing. His stomach twisted and wound around itself as fear and the very real possibility that he may lose Dean because of this making him throw the door open while he was still stuck in traffic and empty the content of his stomach on the side of the freeway. Sam ignored the horns that started to honk as the car in front of him inched forward, he sat up and pulled the door closed, grabbing a bottle of water to wash his mouth out. He rolled the window down and spit out the nasty water as he pulled forward the two feet the other car had just vacated.

As Sam got closer he saw the lights of the fire engines and the blue and red blur of cop cars along with the road blocks that had been set up to detour traffic. As he pulled up a uniformed man walked over to his window, pulling a clip board out as he did, "Sir. You can't be down here right now. I need you to turn around and head back toward the 101 and take hwy 5 toward Pasadena."

"No." Sam answered simply, this got the cops attention. He put the clipboard down and raised his eyebrows at Sam.

"Excuse me Sir?" he said.

"I have a loved one inside that structure. I'm here to help with the search." Sam elaborated as the cop tilted his head, taking in Sam's sweatshirt and crisp clean Levi's. Whatever, they could actually use all the help they could get, if this guy thought he could bring something to the table, then great.

"Okay. Head over to the right side, there's a large tent there. Find a man by the name of Thomas; he can direct you to the crews. They are just finishing the safety briefs and then they are waiting for an okay from an engineer before entering the structure to begin searching for survivors."

Sam nodded and pulled away from the man, he couldn't believe that it had worked, but hell…he would search…just primarily for Dean.

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Dean felt his body before he was fully awake enough to appreciate just how much it hurt at the moment. His eyes were glued shut, almost like he had something in them…oh yeah blood. He tried to roll slightly and cried out as his side lit up in agony and he wasn't able to move an inch anyways. When he leaned his head back, panting through the pain, he remembered that he still had the cell phone. There was no light in this little closet, so he pulled the phone out and clicked the screen on, giving the room a strange glow as he did. Dean managed to pry his eyelids open then turned his head to side to see if he could find a way to shift this shelf off of his chest.

As he did so he saw the reason for his intense pain, the jagged piece of metal sticking out of the left side of his chest. He could feel where it had pierced all the way through and was forcing him to lay at an odd angle as it protruded from his back and ground into the cement floor.

"Jesus…." He said as the pain shot through him again.

Dean knew that this type of injury was not one that patient's usually walked away from. It was so close to his heart that there was a chance that the organ had been nicked as it impaled him. His head hurt like a bitch and he was having a hard time focusing his thoughts for long…concussion. "Great…just fucking peachy…" he muttered as he looked at the ceiling of his small coffin. Well that's probably not the best way to look at this situation. He thought as he tried to steer his mind in happier directions.

Dean took stock of his situation and as he did, he was less and less pleased with his chances. He was stuck in a small closet in the basement of a structure that shouldn't have collapsed. It felt as though they had been bombed, although he couldn't be sure of that. Sam knew that he was here…hopefully. He had a 10 inch piece of steel sticking out of his chest…okay it was sticking all the way through his body. He had also hit his head and gashed open his skull, which was now causing him to suffer from, what he assumed was, a severe concussion. It took him a lot longer to put all these pieces together; his mind kept wandering off in random directions. Such as what Sam had looked like asleep in their bed that morning, all naked and bathed in the morning light. His mind shifted to thoughts of Anna and Cas and what they would want for their anniversary. Speaking of that what would Sam want for their anniversary…wasn't that coming up too?

He couldn't seem to hold on to any one thought long enough to create the answer to the question. Plus, he was cold…it was cold in this basement. He dreaded the shivers that he knew would come eventually, because they were going to shift his body and by default the metal currently staking him to the ground.

Dean felt the whole earth shift suddenly, the shelf twisting and pushing him further into the unforgiving ground. He couldn't help the scream of pain as the shard twisted to the side and he felt the blood start to rush from his body as he slipped a little further down the metal…gravity was such a bitch. He thought as he felt world go hazy and then he was pulled back into the chasm of darkness.

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"Sir, I don't think that this is a safe area yet. I'm pretty sure that the engineer said that we needed to stay away from the south wing. The nature of the blast has destabilized this whole area." Edison looked at his search partner, he knew that Jackson was right, but he could have sworn that he had definitely heard something down here. It sounded like a cry of pain…or maybe a cry for help, he wasn't sure. But he was damn sure going to find out. His eyes were drawn back to the dark recesses below the hole he was currently looking through. The design plans said that it lead to the basement, but he all that certain how stable those joists were. The ones that happened to be holding the floor they were standing on in place. He scrubbed a hand down his face in frustration; Edison knew…he just knew that there was someone trapped down there. The question now was how did they safety, or as safely as possible, get to that person. He slammed his fist into his thigh as he looked around for any options that they might have.

"How many people have they recovered at this point Jackson?" he asked as his eyes swept the area.

"41 personnel and patients have been recovered…36 of those were bodies." Jackson said, his voice dropping out on the last part of his report.

Edison blew out a breath in response to that number, damn the men that caused this. He thought as he turned toward the hole again. "Well we can't go in there without the rope rescue unit's gear. Get a hold of Bensen and see where their teams is and if they can make their way here."

"Edison, we don't even know if there is anyone down there." Jackson said, shaking his head at his partners stubbornness.

"Yeah I do…Jackson someone is down there. I heard them."

"When? I never heard anything." Jackson's eyes flickered back to the hole and the light from Edison's flashlight that was bouncing around over the rubble.

"Look, the plans say there are rooms down there used for storage, so it's reasonable to assume that someone may have been down there when the blast went off. Just…don't argue with me Jackson." He bit out as he turned back the direction they had come, watching the rubble shift under their feet as they travelled slowly along the same path out that they had taken coming in.

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Sam was appalled by the devastation the closer he got to 'ground zero', he had parked his car in the designated area and then had to maneuver through the makeshift tents looking for the man named Thomas. He finally tracked down the guy in a large tent near the south east end of the parking lot. Thomas was a large man with an imposing air of authority about him, he was currently looking at a white board with numbers and columns written on one side and a list of missing persons on the other. Sam nearly broke down as his eyes scanned and found Dean's name listed as missing. He gulped back the rising emotions and stepped into the tent, clearing his throat to alert the man to his presence.

Thomas turned and raised his eyebrows at the large man standing just inside his tent. Jesus, the guy had to be at least 6'3 or more…he looked strong and able though. The dark haired man was wearing an expression of concern as he waited for Thomas to speak to him.

"You here to join the search?" he asked, his voice held a booming deep rich quality that would have gotten anyone's attention if needed.

Sam swallowed and stepped further into the tent, the white walls feeling somehow constricting as he nodded, unable to find his voice at the moment.

"Okay, I have a team coming out that needs a additional rescue equipment, meet them at the entrance to what used to be the parking garage…you know where that is?" he looked at Sam waiting for an answer.

"Yes, sir…I know where that is." Sam said simply as his voice finally made an appearance.

"Good. They will be headed back in shortly and they could use an extra hand on the ropes, Edison, the man in charge of that team, he thinks there are people trapped on the next level down. But they can't get to them without the gear, so…" he glanced at his watch, "They should be out in the next fifteen minutes, so if you hurry you'll catch them." He finished.

Sam nodded and turned to leave, "Wait…what's your name?" The man asked, pulling Sam's attention back around.

"Sam Wesson."

Thomas wrote Sam's name on the board under the 'rescue crews' column and nodded, then waiving a hand of dismissal at Sam as his radio starting squawking at him again.

TBC…

Author's Note: Really short chapter…sorry. I am writing the next one and it is much longer, I just couldn't get it all finished and ready to post, so here ya go…till tomorrow.

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