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Sam looked up, and then back to his brother who looked up as well, and saw the cracks in the ceiling. Sam pulled at the restraints, but his strength was dwindling from the loss of blood.
Dean was spurred into action as he saw his brother's feeble attempts to free himself. He bent down to Emma, and started to search her for the keys. "Dean, get out of here!" Sam yelled over the creaking as the flames licked at his skin. His wrists were raw from trying to free himself, and he was starting to feel light headed.
"No, I won't leave you Sam. The cops are outside, I had a feeling I would need help, so I called them, just let me help you for once. Just let me be your big brother." Dean said, and looked up from his searching, a pleading look in his eyes.
"I can't let you die for me," Sam said, his voice barely a whisper, and Dean didn't catch it as he pulled the key free from one of the pockets of Emma's jeans.
Dean moved over to Sam, and freed his legs first, and then his right wrist. Just as he was about to unlock Sam's other wrist, the creaking got louder, and Sam said softly, "I love you Dean."
He saw his brother's eyes full of fear and love, and before he had the chance to tell him how he felt back, Sam made his move. He used his free hand and all the strength that he had to push Dean as far as he could before the roof collapsed.
Sam threw himself off the table, and ducked under it the best that he could, but since his arm was still locked to it, it didn't work too well. A piece of the ceiling smashed into the wrist that was still chained, and Sam felt it shatter. A scream ripped itself from Sam's throat, and he felt another piece of ceiling land on his stomach, and knock the knife and the wind out of him.
A piece of wood from the ceiling supports hit Sam in the head, and the last thing he found himself thinking as the blackness closed in on him was; "I hope Dean's alright.'
Dean let out a surprised yelp as he felt Sam push him. He heard the loud creak, and watched as Sam threw himself from the table. A piece of the ceiling hit him as he fell to the floor, and Dean watched in horror as his brother's wrists shattered.
He was about to get up from his place on the floor and run to his brother, when a piece of the support beams landed on his stomach. The air left his lungs in a 'whoosh', and Dean pushed at the beam as a piece of the ceiling landed on Sam's already injured stomach. He kept pushing, and his movements strengthened as he watched a beam fall and hit Sam on the head.
"Sammy!" He yelled out, and pushed his hardest to get the beam off of him.
Sam's head lolled to the side, and Dean gasped as he saw the gash running down the side of his brother's face. Dean gave a heave, and finally got the beam to lift off himself enough to pull out from under it.
Dean scrambled to get to his brother's side, and checked his pulse. It was faint but it was still there. He worked on lifting the debris from Sam, and then pulled the key from his pocket, and very carefully unlocked Sam's shattered wrist. It almost made him sick to look at Sam, all the injuries on his baby brother.
He shoved the thoughts aside, and told himself that Sam needed him, and that he wasn't doing him any good but sitting there and contemplating their life story. He looked around, and saw that their way out was blocked.
Dean took off his shirt, and tore it into strips with the help of his pocket knife. He then took the strips, and wrapped them around Sam's stomach to try and stem the flow of blood. He then went over to where the doorway had been, and started moving debris away from it.
The fire had gone out from the falling pieces hitting it, and for that Dean was grateful, it was one less thing to worry about. Sam was hurt and hurt badly. Dean knew that if he didn't get his baby brother help soon, Sammy was going to die, and that was not an option that Dean was willing to accept.
Dean worked for about an hour before he heard the people on the other side digging too, and the pain in his ribs from the beam falling on him was starting to overwhelm him. He crawled over to Sam, and checked his pulse, his breathing, and if the blood flow had slowed.
Sam's breaths were coming in short gasps, that sounded as if he were trying to pull air past an air-tight barricade. His pulse was thready and faint. The blood had slowed some, but it was still coming and that worried Dean.
His brother was dying, and Dean could do nothing to help him until medical help came.
Dean went over and started digging again, but it wasn't long before the pain in his ribs was too much, and he had to stop. He went over to Sam and pulled him into his arms, his brother's head lolling onto his shoulder limply.
He could hear the workers on the other side, and looked back down to his brother's limp form. "I love you too Sam, and I would have given my life for you." Dean whispered. His brother had thought that Dean hadn't heard him, but he had heard every word that Sam had said, and they were having a major talk when this was over about Sam's self esteem.
Sammywould, make it out of this alive.
Dean was too busy thinking about Sam, that he didn't notice the piece of debris falling. It hit him on the back of the head, and he groaned before letting the darkness consume him.
'It's too bad, it's stupid,
Too late, so wrong, so long,
It's too bad we had no time to rewind.'
-Too Bad, By Nickelback
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