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Den of Thieves
Chapter 19 – Heading Out
There was complete silence in the hidden room. Dean was the first to move, reaching down to help his father to his feet. "Dad, are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine Dean…what the hell happened?" John rasped as he rubbed his tender throat. Both Wichesters looked towards the quiet form of Sam lying on the ground.
"It was Sam, Dad…somehow he saved us!" Dean remembered that Sam had mentioned he was able to move the cabinet out of the way at Max's house. But he had never seen Sam use his spoon bending powers since.
Dean hurried over towards his brother and John reached for the shotgun and reloaded. He was pretty sure that Thomas was gone…but just in case. Dean knelt down beside Sam and he felt for a pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found one and was even more relieved when he heard a quiet groan coming from the figure on the floor.
"That's it Sammy…open your eyes…come on little Bro'...after your last performance, opening your eyes should be a piece of cake!" Dean sat next to Sam, putting his head on his lap as he gently stroked Sam's cheek.
"Dean? Please tell me its over!" Sam groaned as he opened his eyes to see the worried look on his brother's face. "Man, remind me never to do that again…jeez that hurt!" Sam's head still felt like it was going to explode.
"Sam do you remember what you did?...How did you do that?" Dean asked as he saw his father grabbing the backpack and brining it over to them.
"I….I…really don't know Dean…it just happened…I knew the only way to survive was if I got the gun to you…uh…sorry about that by the way…when that didn't work…I tried the torch…I wish I knew how I did it…I wish…" Sam's eyes started to close as his body screamed for rest.
"Sam…wake up…we still have to get out of here!" John ordered as he pulled out a bottle of water for his son.
Sam opened his eyes once more, trying to focus on his father. "Well your plan worked Dad…I'm sorry I didn't listen but.."
"Don't worry about that now Sammy…you did just fine. Dean, try to get Sammy to drink some of this water and take another one of these pain pills. We have a long walk out of here…I'd rather we did it with Sam walking than having to carry him…we might do more damage to his ribs. I'm going to take a quick look down the tunnel to make sure the way is clear…just stay put until I come back and that's an…"
"I know, I know Dad…that's an order" sighed Sam as he tried to sit up. Dean gently helped Sam lean against the wall, handing him the water bottle and the pain pill. Sam took a few swallows and handed the bottle back to Dean, closing his eyes again. Dean reached into the back pack and pulled out the emergency kit that Sam had packed. He pulled out some gauze and using the water to dampen it; he wiped the sweat and blood from his brother's face.
"Jeez, Sammy…you really look like you had the crap beat out of you…you gotta learn to duck little bro" instead of leading with your face!"
Sam chuckled "Have you looked at yourself lately, you aren't going to win any beauty contests real soon either!"
John returned and walked over to his two sons. He couldn't believe that either of them was still able to joke…both looked like they had gone more than one round with a meat grinder. "Come on boys; let's get you out of here…unless of course, you'd rather stay around for awhile…"
"Let's go!" Both boys said in unison. John and Dean helped Sam up, each placing an arm around Sam's waist to help him stay up. Sam groaned, but was determined to hold up his end. "So how far do you think the entrance to this mine is Dad?" Dean asked as he grabbed the backpack.
"Well, I'm not exactly sure, but my guess is it will take us a few hours to get out…then we need to get you both to a doctor."
A few hours later, they struggling trio finally sighed with relief as they saw a light at the end of the tunnel. Coming out of the mine shaft, they were surprised to find out that the entrance was at the bottom of the hill where the house stood. The entrance had been covered by brush.
"So, Dean…if we had gone the other way…we would have been out…" Sam grinned, happy to finally be out of the gloomy tunnels.
"Just shut up ok…you really wanted to take on the whole pack of pixies…if you recall…all we had were a few guns. I just wish I could've seen those bastards explode when you hit them with the pipe bombs…brilliant idea Dad!"
John smiled for the first time in hours as they headed back towards the house and the cars. As they got closer to the house, Sam became quiet once more. Dean and John looked at each other as Sam's weight became heavier.
"Why don't we let Sam rest a moment in the house…it will be warmer in there. Dean you stay with him and I'll go get the cars."
Sam really didn't want to go back into the house, but sighed as he saw the stubborn look on his father's face. Besides, he was too tired to argue at this point. All he wanted to do was sleep.
"Come on Sammy…let's get you inside where you can rest…don't fall asleep on us out here!" Dean said as he felt Sam starting to fall. John and Dean quickly got Sam into the house, finding a comfortable sofa in the living room; they gently laid him on it. Sam's breathing was shallow and the color in his face was almost completely gone. The cuts and bruises covering his body were vivid against his pale skin.
"Sammy…Sam, you gotta stay awake just a little longer." Dean said as he reached into the back pack for the bottle of water. "Soon we'll get you to the Doc's house…remember him? I'm sure he'll be surprised to see us back again so soon. He'll have you fixed up in a jiffy…stay with me here!"
Everything on Sam hurt…the long walk through the tunnels had taken what little energy he had left. But he couldn't resist trying to please his brother. "Dean…I'm sorry…it's just that…I'm so tired and cold…I can't seem to stay awake…I'm sorry."
"Cut out the sorry crap Sammy…I swear, if I hear you say that one more time…I'm going to beat the tar out of you." Dean smiled as he saw his brother grin. He took off his coat and gently draped it over the shivering boy as he looked out the window, watching for his father to return.
Sam closed his eyes, trying to conserve energy. As he sat there listening to the creaks and moans of the old house, he couldn't shake the feeling that evil still existed within the house. He shivered, but it wasn't from the cold.
"Ah Dean…are you sure we got rid of Thomas?" Sam asked quietly.
"Sure…Sam…you torched those bones…from the size of the fire I'm sure that all that's left of Thomas and those poor souls he killed is ash…why do you ask?" Dean had seen that look on Sam's face before. When they thought they had cleared the house in Lawrence of the poltergeist, Sam wasn't sure that it was gone even though Missouri could not sense anything. As it turned out…Sam's intuition had been right.
Not wanting to alarm Sam any further, Dean figured they better get out of here soon. He and his father could come back and check on things after Sam was safe. "Come on Sammy, why don't we start outside to meet Dad…I'm sure he'll be here any minute. I want to get you to the Doc's before you end up with pneumonia."
As Dean reached down to help his brother sit up, the room suddenly felt cold. Dean never saw the lamp coming as it crashed on his head nor did he hear the startled cry from his brother…all he saw was blackness!
TBC
Raven524: Sorry, just couldn't resist at least one more cliff hanger before we finish…at least I think that's all…you never know! Thanks for the reviews…keep them coming!
