First Solo Flight
Chapter Nine
Refer to disclaimers in previous chapters.
A/N: Okay, this is really short. Really. But it wraps up the cliff-hanger in the last chapter and since I have homework to start on… Thanks for reading up to here and for the fabulous reviews. It's nice to know when people enjoy what I've written. It definitely helps fuel the fire.
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"I don't understand what's going on." Sam said to Christopher as they headed toward safety.
"I don't quite understand it all myself." Christopher admitted. "But I really want to thank you for pulling me into this freaky situation."
"I –"
He saw Sam's grim expression and winked at him. "I'm giving you crap. Let's just get out of here, okay? Your dad is waiting for us in Aidan's motel room."
"We made it?"
"Yeah. Dean's there, too."
"So that's where we really are?"
"Yup."
"Then what's this?"
"Some kind of dream world or something."
"Who's dreaming?"
"I don't know."
"Will Dean be okay once we get him back to the room?"
"That's kind of the plan."
"You think it's gonna work?"
"Stop asking so many questions. Just walk."
There was no way to tell how long they'd been dragging Dean between them, but finally they could see what looked like a doorway ahead of them. Christopher and Sam exchanged a look; neither one of them could explain the bad feeling they suddenly had.
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John was sitting on Dean's bed, holding a hand that was disturbingly cold. Sam flinched on the other bed, causing John to divert his attention and Aidan moved closer to the boy as Christopher seemingly reached out for him. They were all afraid to think about whatever battle might be going on.
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"What the hell?" Christopher growled. They had just about reached the doorway when a tremendous wind started to whirl around them. The roar was almost deafening. He yelled to Sam, "Let's see if we can push through it."
Through sheer determination, Sam and Christopher made it to the doorway. Still supporting Dean between them, they both felt when something began trying to pull him away.
"Go!" Christopher yelled to Sam.
The teenager looked at him, wide-eyed. "What about Dean?"
"I've got him! Now go; he'll be right behind you!"
"But –"
"Sam, it will be easier to go through one at a time. Now do it!"
Sam was still uncertain, but he trusted what he saw in Christopher's eyes.
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Sam jolted on the bed and sat up.
"Sammy –" John began. "Are you all right?"
"Dean!" Sam looked around, not sure where he was.
"Calm down, Sammy." John said, as Aidan grabbed the boy's arms.
Sam turned in the direction of his father's voice and saw Dean lying on the next bed. He pulled away from Aidan and scrambled to sit next to his brother, his hand still wrapped around his the shirt. "Dean?"
"What happened, Sam?" John asked. "Were you with Dean?"
"Yeah. Christopher came for us, but we got to a doorway and there was this wind –" he looked at Christopher, slumped in a chair between the beds. "Something tried to pull Dean away from us; he was unconscious and we were carrying him. Christopher told me to go through because it would be easier one at a time."
"Did you see what was trying to pull your brother away?" Raven asked.
Sam looked at her.
"Sammy, this is a friend of Christopher's. She's been helping us take care of your brother."
"I couldn't see anything; there was fog all around us." he said. John couldn't help but notice when Sam moved closer to him. He put an arm around Sam's shoulders, still holding onto Dean.
They were all quiet, waiting for something to happen. It seemed like hours, but it was only a moment later that Christopher's body fell to the floor. Aidan rushed to help him.
"Dean!" Christopher called.
John felt Dean move. "Dean? Son?"
Sam put a hand on his brother's chest. "Come on, Dean."
"You okay?" Aidan asked Christopher as Raven knelt down in front of him.
"Yeah. The boys?" he looked toward the bed.
"Sam's fine." Aidan said. "We're waiting for—"
"Sammy –" Dean said weakly. "Dad?"
"Right here, Son." John squeezed the hand he'd been holding.
"I'm here, too." Sam said.
"Christopher –"
"Here." he said, kneeling at the bedside, where Dean could see him. "You okay, kid?"
"Tired."
John looked to Raven.
"Let's get some more of the broth into him." she said. "Then we can let him sleep."
Dean looked at his father, questioningly.
"She's a friend, Dean. It's okay."
He nodded, sinking against John and reaching for his brother.
TBC
