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The Only Way to Travel
Ch.2
Dean slowly regained consciousness, aware at first only of the immense pain pounding through his head. He must have been out for several hours because instead of being met by the bright sun, it was pitch black and he could see nothing.
His hearing was not effected by the darkness though.
People were screaming and moaning all around him . Crying and pleading for help,their voices all jumbling together as he tried to push away the pain from being struck in the head.
Groping around in the dark to undo his seatbelt, which luckily had stayed securely buckled, his hand brushed up against what felt like blue jeans to the right of him and he cursed aloud as he remembered the fact he wasn't traveling alone.
"Sam?"he croaked out, still not quite able to find his voice, putting his hand out towards where his brother was seated by the window, while still trying to block out all other sounds.
Receiving no reply, he found his brothers shoulder in the dark and shook him hard, repeating what he'd said earlier, this time his voice coming out with more power.
"Sam? Sam? Sammy, answer me please."he pleaded, now yelling, a feeling of panic squeezing his chest. "Sam! For fucks sake, please answer me!"
He almost cried in relief when he felt his brothers shoulder shift under his hand, and a almost inaudible moan followed.
"Sam? You alright bro? Talk to me."he prompted, keeping his hand on his shoulder.
"Dean? Wha..what happened? ."his little brother asked with a pained moan, but immediately answered his own question, saying," Oh shit! We crashed didn't we?"
"I'd say its a pretty safe bet to say that, yes, we crashed."Dean replied, clenching his eyes against the ever growing throb in his head."Are you hurt?"
"Just my leg I think, other than that I'm fine. What about you?"Sam asked, trying his best to not panic.
"I'm alright. Somebody's stupid case flew and hit me in the head before the plane even crashed. It hurts like a bitch, but I think I'll live. We need to get out of here Sam, can you walk?"
"I don't know." he replied hesitantly, then added,"We need to try and help some of these people Dean."
"Yeah, I know, but first things first. Lets get you outside where we can get a good look at your leg, then I'll come back in and help alright?"
"We'll come back in and help."Sam corrected, almost overcome by all the screams and crying coming from young people and old,taking place around them.
"Whatever, we'll argue about it after we see if you can even walk or not."
Dean slowly stood up, and almost fell back down seconds later as the pain in his head intensified even more. Moaning quietly,he had to forcefully stop himself from hurling. Taking several deep breaths while holding on to the seat, the feeling finally abated slightly.
"Dean?"Sam asked, his voice filled with concern."You okay?"
"Uh huh. Just a little dizzy there for a sec, but its all good now. Can you get up?"he asked quickly, once again pushing his own painaside as he concentrated solely on Sam.
"Yeah, I'm already up."Sam replied.
"So you can walk on your leg?"
"Might need a little help, but yeah. I think so"
"Alright, just put your arm around my shoulder."Dean instructed, hoping Sam would have better luck in trying to make out anything in this darkness.
To his relief, he felt Sam's arm snake around his shoulders a moment later.
"Which way?"he wondered aloud. Then remembering that the tail section of the plane had been torn off, leaving a huge hole in the back of the plane, decided that would be the easiest route and started slowly towards the rear of the plane, ignoring the many cries of pain and requests for assistance. He'd come back after he was sure his brother was ok though.
Tripping over unseen objects several times along the way, most likely bodies of people who hadn't been as fortunate as he and Sam, they finally reached the back and soon were outside the plane.
"Not too shabby a place to crash."Sam commented through gritted teeth."At least if no one comes to look for us right away we can still get a major tan out of it."
"We're on a beach?"Dean asked, a perplexed look on his face.
"Yeah."Sam replied with a roll of his eyes."I know you've spent most your life hunting, but you can't tell me that you've never seen a beach before. The sand and large body of water that's all around usshould be a huge tip off."
A strange look passed over Deans face, and Sam immediately felt guilty for his sarcastic words.
"Are you going to help me sit down now or are we just going to stand here and stare at the big sardine can for an hour?" Sam asked with a grin.
"Oh, sorry."Dean replied and slowly assisted his brother in sitting, then plopped down himself, putting his head in his hands, staring down at the ground.
"See it's not so bad, just like I said."Sam said triumphantly a minute later after inspecting the cut on his leg and removing the small piece of metal that had somehow found its way into his calf.
Most of the difficulty he'd had walking had been caused by the location of where it had been, and he found that he could stand and walk with only minimal pain after getting it out.
"Can you help me please?" Sam heard a female ask, and turned to see a middle-aged blond standing behind him with tears streaming down her face."My husband is still trapped inside the plane, and I can't get him out."
"Sure, no problem."Sam replied. Throwing a confused glance in Deans direction when he didn'toffer to help also, he saw his brotherstill had his head bowed, resting in his hands.
Samstarted to say something to him, but decided against it. It was evident Deans head was bothering him much more than he wasletting on, so maybe it was for the best that he rest a bit.
Several hours later, Sam had helped aid in removing as many of the injured survivors from the plane as he could.
Out of the 250 or so people who'd been on the flight, 15 were uninjured. 12 others had not been as lucky though having sustained various injuries, ranging from anywhere from the not so serious broken bone to other more life threatening ones.
After helping in getting them settled as best as he could, Sam returned to where Dean was. Surprised to see thatit appeared he hadn't moved at all, hesat back down beside him with a deep sigh ,looking around at the wreckage and chaos that surrounded them.
"What are we going to do Dean? There's so many hurt people.Some of them will die if they don't get medical attentionsoon. Nobody even knows where the heck we are. The pilots dead, and the whole cockpit is crushed so we can't even try to radiofor help."Sam said sadly, a feeling of helplessness washing over him.
"I don't know Sam. I've never been in a situation like this before. I'm sure they're already looking for us though.The pilot changed course to avoid the storm, so hopefully he radioed in his new route when he did it. It's probably required that they do." he replied, his voice slightly muffled by his hands."We'll just have to wait and see what happens. That's all we can do."
"Here you two go."A woman said walking up to them holding a bottle of water out to each of them." I'm Angela. Me and Bobby, that's the redheaded teen over there found a bunch of these in the wreckage and I'm passing it out to everyone."she explained, pointing out the boy as she spoke.
Sam took his from her, but Dean made no attempt to retrieve his.
"Well thank you Angela, I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean."he said introducing them both,while giving her a grateful smile
"Aren't you thirsty Dean?"the woman asked giving him a quizzical look."It's got to be at least 100 out in all this sun."
Studying his brotherclosely, Samtried to figure out what was causing his odd behaviour. He still hadn't taken the offered water.
"Thank you ma'am."Sam said finally, smiling at her once more.
"Here, I'll just leave this with you for when you do want it Dean."she said, laying the bottle on the ground in front of him.
"Nice to meet you Angela, and thanks again."
"Nice to meet you both too. I just wish it was under different circumstances."she said with a tearful smile and walked away.
"Dean, I want you to tell what your problem is."Sam ordered when the woman was out of hearing distance." She was trying to be nice and you didn't even acknowledge her, say thank you or anything."
He didn't expect his brother to answer him, and almost wished he hadn't when he heard his reply.
"Alright Sam, you want to know what's wrong? Well, I'll tell you. I can't see."
"You can't see what?"Sam asked dumbly with a frown.
"Anything. I can't see anything at all Sam."he replied, then with a sigh, rested his head in his hands once more.
Oh my god, Sam thought in shock as Deans words sank in.
He's blind.
We've crashed in the middle of god knows where and he's blind.
He scooted closer to his brother and put his arm around him, pulling him close.
What are we going to do?
TBC
Not a great chapter, but I needed to get out the whole Dean being blind thing.
Hopefully it's readable still, even though it was also kinda short , The next chapter will be much longer and I have many twists and surprises in store with this story, so I hope you all keep reading.
