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The Cavern of Death
Chapter ten
The car
Dean broke every driving law on the books trying to make it back to his brother as fast as he could. He looked at his watch, four hours had already past. He shut his eyes for a few seconds praying Sam and the others would be alright. He could only hope the drug would work on the thing. Finally he skidded to a halt and then ran to the trunk and removed salt, a flame thrower, and a large knife which he stuck in his back pocket. He also removed a heavy rope from the trunk and slung it over his shoulder. He knew it would be easier to make the man carry half the stuff but he couldn't take the chance of him trying to escape and slowing him up, he had to get to Sam as soon as possible to make sure he was okay. Next he removed two huge syringes and poured the drug into both of them then shoved them in his other pocket. He then tied the man up and forced him into the trunk.
"I wouldn't move around too much in there…You just don't know when one of these weapons might go off." Dean said enjoying seeing the man's reaction to his statement as he looked around wide eyed at the various weapons in the trunk. "And I wouldn't yell… you'll use up all the oxygen." Dean smiled at the man as he slammed down the trunk lid, he knew out where they were no one would hear the man anyway.
He then made his way up to the top of the boulder where he quickly secured the rope and lowered his equipment into the cave. He could feel the tug on the rope as the men below untied it.
"Sam…you okay?" He called down through the hole. When he didn't get an answer he hoped it was because his brother had passed out from the blood loss and was only unconscious, he wouldn't allow himself to think of the alternative.
Once all the equipment was down in the cave Dean climbed down and immediately looked for his brother.
"Sam!...Sammy!" Dean's heart started pounding when he didn't see his brother anywhere in sight. He then noticed the smeared blood on the floor of the cave and looked at the other men most of whom didn't want to look him in the eye. "Where's my brother!"
Gary looked at Dean with tears in his eyes.
"Your brother took my place….That thing came for me but….he attacked it and it left go of me and took him instead."
"Damn it Sammy!" Dean said to himself. He knew his brother well enough to know he'd sacrifice himself to save someone else. All he wanted was to run back into the creature's lair and help Sam but he knew he had to get these men out of there first; Sam would want it that way. "Okay, I want four of you to get up that rope then who ever is last, I want you to tie those men to the rope and let them haul them out. Then I want you all out of here."
"What about you?" Gary asked.
"I'm getting my brother."
"I'll help you. It's me who should be back there, not him."
Dean patted the man on the back.
"Thanks, but I want you all out of here." If he couldn't save Sam he didn't want anyone else to die also.
Dean could tell Gary was grateful he didn't have to stay. He had his moment of being a hero by offering to stay and now he could leave with his head held high.
Dean waited till the men had started climbing up the rope then headed back into the creature's cave with his equipment.
"Sammy?" He said quietly as he looked around. Where was he? Where was Sam? He walked over to the area where the creature had hidden before but it wasn't there. He could feel his heart pounding as he started to panic. Where was his brother? If the creature had crawled into another passageway he might never find him. "Sammy!" He yelled. He didn't even know if a person trapped inside one of those things could hear. He spun around looking frantically in every direction till he finally spotted it in a far off corner of the cavern. He grabbed his equipment and headed over to it. He swallowed hard and blinked back tears when he saw his brother's body inside the thing. But Sam wasn't struggling like the other man had; instead he seemed to be barely conscious. "Sam!" Dean shouted as loud as he could, keeping the flame thrower pointed at the thing incase it woke up.
Sam finally moved a little and slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Dean he gave a small smile, glad his brother made it back and was okay.
"Can't you ever stay out of trouble?" Dean tried to joke but in truth he was worried. Sam looked like hell. He was pale and looked extremely weak from the blood loss.
"Dean … get out of here…." Sam felt lousy and could feel the creature sucking what little strength he had from him, he didn't want Dean to watch.
"Not without you bro…"
"Dean, I don't think….I don't think there is anything you can do…."
"Have a little faith; this thing doesn't have us beat yet."
In truth Dean had no idea what to do. His brother was inside this thing and if he tried to kill it….he might end up killing his brother along with it.
TBC
