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Burial Ground

Chapter eight

They hurried toward the other side.

"I can't believe we made it." Dean said when they were more then halfway across the river bed and nothing had happened.

"Not quite." Sam said as he looked down at his feet as water began quickly seeping up from the ground.

"What the hell?" Dean said as he looked down at his own feet which were now standing ankle deep in the rapidly rising water.

"An underground spring?" Sam asked hopefully as they tried to move as fast as they could through the rapidly rising water.

"What are the odds of that?" Dean said as the water was soon up to mid thigh making it more and more difficult to run. He slipped on a rock which was now hidden by the water and almost lost his footing. "Watch out for the rocks." He warned his brother.

The water kept rising making it impossible to walk and they soon had to swim. But what made it even worse was that as the water rose the current became stronger and began sweeping the boys away from the shore line.

"Stay together!" Dean shouted over to his brother as he fought the current and tried to get close to Sam. His main fear was that he and Sam would become separated. He figured if he could get close to his brother they could lace their backpack straps together, then no matter what happened they'd at least be together.

But the river had other ideas, it began to pull the brothers further and further apart. The current was becoming even stronger and the rocks in the river soon turned it into dangerous obstacles as their bodies raced paced them. The brothers tried to use their backpacks as shields against the sharp edges of the rocks. They would try to turn in the water as they approached a rock and let their backpacks take the hit. But the process of trying to turn in the strong current was tiring and soon they began taking painful hits on their arms and legs. Sam watched as Dean took a particularly nasty hit on his leg. Dean threw his head back and grimaced in pain.

"You okay?" Sam shouted over to his brother when he saw the pained expression on Dean's face. Dean looked over toward Sam but the pained expression suddenly turned to fear. He saw that his brother was heading straight toward a large rock that jutted out of the water.

"Sam! Sam look out!" Dean threw his arm up and pointed toward the rock.

Sam saw the rock and tried to turn his back to it so he wouldn't take a direct hit and snap an arm or leg. But the water kept swirling him around and he ended up hitting the rock hard with his shoulder. Dean then watched as Sam's head snapped back as his head took the next hit. The next thing Dean saw was Sam's face covered in blood his head hanging limp to the side.

"Sam! Sammy!" Dean shouted as he tried his best to swim over to his brother. It looked like Sam was unconscious and Dean knew he could drown if he didn't wake up. But the current pushed Sam away from him and soon Dean lost sight of him. "Sammy!"

Dean tried to swim after his brother but it was impossible, the current was too strong. He yelped in pain as his already injured leg took another hit. There was no way he could follow Sam so he tried his best to make it to the river bank. At least if he could get out of the river he could follow it and hopefully find Sam. But what if he couldn't find him? What if the river pulled Sam's body under and wouldn't release it? What if Sam was dead? No he wouldn't let himself think that. Sam was strong and a good swimmer. He was only dazed and once he shook off the blow he'd be fine….he had to be. But he knew his brother had taken a hard hit and had seen his blood covered face. He tried to get the image out of his mind as he let the current take him closer and closer to the shoreline. Finally when he was within a few feet he used all the strength he had left to make it to the river bank. He managed to pull himself out of the river and lay on the ground totally exhausted. After a few seconds he managed to stand up then winced in pain as he put pressure on his injured leg. He then looked down the river; his face was etched with worry when he saw no sign of his brother.

TBC