Second chapter of the story

I did have this bit done earlier however reading it, there was so much needed redoing but hoping you enjoy the outcome

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It was a fact Dean knew he wasn't deceased or dead as others would put it bluntly, his fingers twitched slightly and as they moved he felt the surface he was on was both soft yet gritty, his left hand moved from its spot and he could defiantly tell that the surface he was lying on was in fact sand. Soon the ringing in his ear began to fade but it brought on the sounds of screaming and cluttering noise of an engine then the smell hit his nose, the burning flesh had forced Dean to open his eyes, the first thing he saw since watching Summer fall from his grip was dark black billowing smoke that rose to the blue sky, threatening to consume it.

Slowly, Dean pushed himself up into a seated position and the first thing he noticed was he could freely move his hands. The cuffs Jack Swagger had placed on were no longer upon his wrist, he wasn't trapped anymore and for once Dean felt like a free man. For two minutes all he could do was stare at his hands, both hands were gripped into fists when he woken up but he relaxed his left to feel what was around him, once up he relaxed his right hand and right there in his palm was a fabric woven bracelet. Images flashed through his mind causing him to drop it, there was a tightness in his chest that Dean did not understand, all he wanted to do was throw the blasted thing into the sea however this was all Dean had left of her so he picked up the bracelet and slipped it onto his wrist before climbing to his feet. Finally he took a look at the beach, there were several chucks of the plane scattered among the beach, the deceased littered the white sands like flowers in a field but he could see a few survivors none of the people he knew. Dragging his feet across the sands, Dean began to walk not knowing where he was going but he ignored everything around him, the man was taking the whole situation in but something shook him out of his thoughts.

"Dean!"

Was someone calling his name?

"Dean!"

Hearing it more clearly, Randy turned to the direction the sound came from but could not see anyone expect for wreckage of the plane.

"Dean!"

There it was again, someone was calling him but Dean could not see anyone but the voice carried on so he chased after the sound, it was getting closer and closer but still not a damn soul.

"DEAN!"

Narrowing his eyes as he stopped, Randy knew that voice, it belonged to the kind hearted man he had sat next to on the plane. It was Roman Reigns , it made him more determined to find the guy so he scanned over every piece of wreckage till he noticed one part was moving up and down by itself, now that was not normal so Dean ran towards and soon enough a form began to emerge underneath it. Roman was pushing it up but the force of the wreckage he was holding was pushing itself back down, Dean had made it to the guy and noticed he wasn't stuck but rather holding it up.

"Let go of it" He said shielding his eyes from the fire not far from them.

"I can't, someone is in there"Roman shouted, beads of sweat running down his faces.

Dean knew he wouldn't be able to hold the wreckage up like Roman, it would flatten him like a bug however he knew he could fit through the gap that was created but something was stopping him, he killed hundreds and had always been alone throughout his life so his way of thinking was different however standing in front of him was a man risking his own life to see if there were any survivors, hell Roman had praised him on the plane and saved him. The guy didn't even know him, yet Roman had looked past the cuffs to see the real Dean, to get to know the real him so Dean dropped to his knees and climbed into the gap. It was completely dark except for the small ray of light coming through the gap, the smell was sickly as the fire close by was heating the metal of the wreckage causing the deceased bodies to roast, he felt small sweat needs roll down the side of his face. He pushed the bodies around, checking each one for a pulse but he had yet to find one, letting out a cough as the smell was getting worst.

"Dean are you sure someone's in here" he called.

"Yes, I heard someone yell, keep looking" Roman called back.

Wiping the sweat off, Dean moved towards the back and that's when he heard it, the sound of harsh breathing. It was hard to hear over the noise outside but he could hear it so he pushed the bodies around and that's when he saw it, a chest rising up and down, he grinned as he climbed over to it.

"Found him" Randy called to Roman .

"Great, now get yourself and him out, this thing isn't light" Roman yelled.

Nodding to himself, Dean turned back to the guy, he looked familiar to him but that didn't matter at the moment. Grabbing an arm and leg, he pulled the guy over the bodies and towards the gap, Dean slide himself and tugged at the guy trying to avoid the burns the light had now revealed. Dragging him out of the gap, he pulled the guy a little distance from Roman , Dean let go of him and flopped backwards. The guy was small but weighed a lot, Roman pushed the part of the wreckage off his shoulders once Randy and the guy were in front of him, it felt good once the weight was gone but soon pain emitted from the back of his shoulders. He walked over to Dean and help the guy up before sighing the unconscious man onto his shoulder carefully, the two walked towards the tree line were it was more safer. Dean frown as he walked behind Roman , he could see the large gashes on the Samoan's back and they looked painful.

"Roman " Dean said.

"I'm fine, just scratches" Roman replied turning to Dean with a smile.

Reaching the tree line, Dean flopped onto his butt as Roman carefully placed the unconscious man down onto the sand, he took off his shirt and folded it to create a pillow of sorts for the man. Dean watched as Roman took out a bottle of water from his pocket, he held it towards him and Dean thanked him taking the bottle water. He took a sip, it was refreshing though it was warm before handing it back to Roman who poured the remaining bit over the guys burns. Turning his head away, Dean turned his focus on the scene in front of him, like him and Roman, there were a few others walking or limping to the tree line but as he turned his attention away from the other survivors to the wreckage. He spotted a blur among the pieces of metal so Randy narrowed his eyes as he stood up and soon he noticed a little girl on her knee's crying, she was holding onto something on the sand but he couldn't quite make out what it was. Turning to Roman , he saw the man was busy so he turned to the others, none of them noticed the crying child, only he had however when Dean looked back over to her, he noticed that the girl was standing underneath one of the separated engines but something was off as the engine was leaking black smoke, that was never a good sign and it made him feel uneasy.

Something was seriously wrong but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Hey!" He called out to the others but none of them heard him.

Looking back at her, Dean felt the same tightness in his chest before, he didn't know how to react to kids as most of his life he never came across them and he liked it that way, turning his attention away from the girl he looked down and noticed the bracelet. He had a feeling Summer loved children and would spring into action no matter what, Dean smiled as he could image the tall leggy blonde running over scooping the crying child into her arms, the tightness got worst and he didn't like it.

What was up with these new emotions.

Then every sound on the beach began to fade till there was only one, the cries of a little girl.

"Please help me!"

He tried so hard to block it out but there was nothing he could do to drown it out, it was like someone had struck a knife into h's chest and for the fun of it was twisting the blade, gripping his head, Dean closed h's eyes trying to block it but it grew louder and louder then it stopped, slowly opening his eyes. He narrowed his eyes as he watched a figure walk behind the child, her name rolled off his tongue as he watched her hold out a hand to him.

"Dean"

"God damn it" Dean shouted as he pushed himself to run, the figure disappearing.

Everyone in their life time knew running on sand was not an easy task, even grown men found it difficult to do so, Dean almost slipped a few times but managed to catch himself from falling face first into the sand. He ignored the shouts of Roman , he had started this and was going to get that little girl, he was so close then Dean tripped on his own feet being so clumsy getting caught in his own thoughts then the man skidded on the sand falling face first. Pushing himself up, he spat the sand out of his mouth only to be looking at the girl, she looked shocked to see him. Looking to her left he noticed it was a body of teen boy she was clinging onto, Dean felt sorry for her and was about to tell her the harsh truth but he saw the rise of the chest, moving over quickly he pressed his ear to the bolus chest and sure enough there was a heartbeat.

These two were so luckily.

"Please help us"

Dean turned to the girl as she looked like she was about to cry again then he heard the rattling noises from above, he had forgotten they were underneath an engine and soon the smell of gasoline flooded his nose, the bad had now just become the worst.

"Crap"he mumbled underneath his breath.

Grabbing the girl and pressing her to his chest, Dean threw the boy over his shoulder and climbed to h's feet, the task of getting them to safety was his priority and he dug his feet into the sand as he ran bark towards the tree line were everyone was watching. He moved quickly as he could while the rattling noises got louder and louder then suddenly out of nowhere he felt a tremendous force push him down, Dean tucked his chin to his chest as he covered up both children, using his own body as shield. Parts of the engine and the plane flew in many different directions, he looked up to see Roman running towards, a frown was sketched upon the face he wondered why.

Hadn't he done a good job?

"AARRGGHH!"

Dean looked at the girl who screamed like a banshee, he noticed she was shaking like a leaf and was going to ask her what the hell was wrong but she pointed behind him. He looked at the wreckage and couldn't understand what she was getting at so Dean turned back to her.

"What?" he said.

"Your.. back" she squeaked out.

Confused, Dean turned his head around to have a look at his back and that's when he saw it, the long shard if metal sticking out of his back. How the hell had he not felt that but soon enough the burning pain began to slowly emit around his body and he fell face forward, Dean could feel his body twitching due to the pain, he could hear the little girl crying even more and he felt so useless. Dots soon appeared in h's vision and he found it so funny, was this how he was going to leave the world.

"Save him please"

The last thing Dean saw was Roman's face coming into his vision, a smile soon graced h's face as his world soon became black.

"Dean wake up"

He could hear the soft voice calling his name, it was so soothing, Dean moved as the voice carried on calling to him, a name rolled off his tongue and suddenly images flew through mind that caused him to sit up gasping for air. Eyes flew opened, and he greeted with the sight of Roman, another guy and a female but not the person voice belonged to, not the person he had failed.

"Take it easy" Roman said smiling as he placed a hand on Dean's shoulder.

"Easy said and done" Dean's replied laughing slightly.

Turning his head to the left, Dean noticed the other survivors had huddled together not far from them, he couldn't see the little girl nor the boy but Roman tapped him into the shoulder, he turned back to face the Samoan but the guy pointed to the right see of them. Following the finger, he saw the little girl and the boy were sitting close to the unconscious guy he and Roman had saved, he let out a relax sigh as neither seemed to be injured and that's when he remembered the shard. Dean ran a hand on his back only to find a large stitching wound and not shard sticking out so he turned his attention back to Roman and the two people in front of him, there next to the female was his bloody shirt and a small first aid kit.

"What happened?" he asked turning his head back.

"You-" the unknown male had started to speak but Randy held up his hand and looked to Roman, he kinda knew the Samoan but not these two, he didn't want to hear it from strangers.

"You passed out from loss of blood so I pulled the shard out and that's when these two came over, Nikki here is a nurse who worked on closing the wound in your back with a first aid kit John found among the wreck " Roman explained motioning to the two next to him.

Nodding, Dean thanked the two as he grabbed his shirt, he always hated having h's chest bare and knowing the fact people could see the scars on h's body. Slipping it, Roman thanked Nikki and John before they left to check on the others, happy with his shirt back on. Dean watched as the little girl came running over to him, he noticed she had waiting patiently for Nikki and John t leave, looking at her he waited for her to say something but all she did was smile.

"What kid?" he said.

"Thank yoo for saving big brother and me"She replied with a smile as she wrapped her arms around him.

Unsure, Dean patted her head gently before prying her off him, the little girl smiled at him before introducing herself as Bayley. She grinned as she waved t Roman before heading back over to the boy. It was an weird experience for him and Roman laughed at him for it, rolling his eyes Dean stood up slowly with the help of Roman after almost stumbling. The wreckage was still large on the beach but none of it resemble a plan anymore, he looked at his wrist and smiled slightly at the bracelet.

'I did good thing for once' he thought.

He and Roman walked over to join the small group f survivors , Dean could see they were arguing among themselves and found it funny watching John fail to calm the people down, he didn't really care for talk about rescue coming and walked away. Tugging at wreckage, Dean's first plan was to build himself a shelter, he had heard stories about people going missing or getting lost, the first thing they did was build shelters and none of them could predict when rescue would come, how sure could people be that no one back home didn't realise they had crashed or gone missing. Roman was watching him and knew that's what they all needed to do. People were thinking about others coming to rescue them but who knew how long that was going to take, seeing John had no control over the crowd, Roman knew he needed help the poor feels out so he took a deep breath.

"QUIET!" Roman yelled at the top of his lungs.

It went dead quiet among them all, even Randy had stopped doing what he was doing to listen to the guy, with everyone's attention on him Roman pushed his hair back and looked at them all with a frown pun his face

"None of us have a clue if anyone knows what happened nor if rescue is coming so I suggest if you want to survive this, we need shelters up, any food or water among the wreck. None of us expected this to happen but we need to listen to John there for we needed to work as a group" He explained before nodding to John to take over

John smiled at him, thanking him before turning to the others when one person asked what they should do, like Roman had said, the main priority were shelters as weather everywhere was so unpredictable so he instructed a group of four to gather parts of the plane then he turned to three females which included Nikki to look for food and water bottles. Everyone had a task each to do and John walked to Roman holding out his hand which the Samoan gripped it tightly shaking it.

"Thank you" John said.

"No problem, others things we might need to do is gather any id's to see who alive, dead and missing and defiantly give the dead a burial" Roman replied.

"I'll get onto it" John answered.

"You should be the leader, they will listen to you not him" Dean said leaning the rectangle metal plate against a tree.

After his conversation with John, Roman walked over to Dean and helped the guy with the shelter. Shaking his head, Dean told him that he dint like to lead rather give advice and follow, Dean nodded and didn't push for more of an answer. Everyone was different, once his shelter was done, Dean helped Roman create a shelter not far from his shelter. It was hard work but soon the wreckage on the beach began to fade and soon many little different shelters took their place near the tree line, a small amount of food was found and placed in one of the shelters alongside a couple of water bottles, luggage was pulled into a pile and Nikki along with the two other females were digging for id's. The little girl was sitting next to the boy while the unconscious guy was still laying down, once Roman's shelter was done and the Samoan moved to over to the little girl, a water bottle in his hand, he handed it over to her as he checked on her brother and the unconscious guy while Dean sat down on a make shift hammock within his shelter, he was staring at the bracelet on his wrist.

'Where is it?'

Alright, getting more characters into the mix gradually and a sneak peek into the next chapter

Eyes wide open staring up at the canopy of the trees, she couldn't remember how long she had been like this, the fact her body was so sore she didn't want to move an inch but she knew she had to as she couldn't stay in the creek she was currently laying in. The water was cold but it was soothing, taking a deep breath, she turned onto her stomach and pulled herself onto the bank, out of the water.

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The next chapter may not be up very soon as I'm still working on it but I will try to get it up.