A/N: Hey everyone! Here's another chapter. Thanks again for all the great reviews, again pushing this one over the 100 mark for comments from all you great people.

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Chapter 6

John drew a deep breath and inhaled a lungful of dust even through the handkerchief over his nose and mouth that had him coughing.

"God Bobby." He whispered when he finally caught his wayward breath.

"John, we're gonna need help." Bobby spoke up, fear for the boys choking him as effectively as the dust.

"Go topside. See if you can get cell service. Get whatever you can out of the trucks and come back down after you know that helps comin'." John barked as he began to start clearing a path to his sons. Bobby took off at a run up the tunnel to the fork, his feet quickly taking him out of the cavern and hopefully to help.

John's heart was thundering in his chest as he moved boulder after boulder trying desperately to get to his boys. He stopped moving the rocks and listened to see if he could hear his boys, see if they were doing the same from the other side. "SAM! DEAN! Dad's comin' boys, just hang on!" He shouted. The first bit of rubble was cleared. He was working quickly but pacing himself, making sure he thought out how to move each boulder so that the path he cut through didn't cave in again. He couldn't allow the rocks to slide and undo all his work or worse, bury his sons deeper. John stopped with a three foot indent in the rubble and yelled again. "SAMMY… DEAN! I'm comin'."

Sam stirred, coughing weakly, his throat and lungs burning. He forced his eyes open and shifted with a wince as memories slammed home in his foggy brain. Oh god, my bullet, the rocks. My God. Dean, the wall came down. The wall came down on Dean! Sam shifted and sat up, realizing he was clear of most of the debris and only covered in dust. His head swam and he fell back to the cave floor, dizziness graying his vision around the edges. He fought it, knowing that Dean needed him. Sam lifted a hand to his head and winced as it came away dusty and sticky with his blood. He coughed again, his head pounding enough to make him sick. He rolled to his side and emptied his stomach as his body rebelled and he retched uncontrollably. Pushing himself into a sitting position he moved away from his mess. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and tasted the grit that coated him head to toe. "Aw, yuck." He muttered. "De…" He choked again. "DEAN!" He finally managed. His vision blurred as his cry reverberated through the cavern and made his ears ring. Sam forced himself to his feet and wavered as dizziness swamped him. He moved, nearly blind in the darkness, to where he last knew Dean had been. Stumbling over rocks, he made it to a huge pile of boulders ranging in size from bowling balls to truck tires.

"No, no, no. Don't let him be under that. No not that. Dean? Come on, man, talk to me. Let me know you're not under there man. DEEAAANNN!" Sam winced as his plaintiff cry came back to his ears and elicited pain from his rebelling brain. "God, my head." Sam groaned as the pain intensified. It caused him to double over, dizziness taking him to his knees again. He stilled, realizing he was cold. Really cold. "No gotta get to Dean." He chided himself and tried to stand, feeling like he had been hit by a truck. He made it back to his feet and stumbled several feet, coming to rest on a large boulder that had fallen. His foot hit something and sent it skittering across the floor to stop nearby at another fallen rock with a metallic clang. A picture flashed trough his head of his brother, dropping the shotgun he carried and his metal flashlight as he dove to knock Sam out of the path of the falling rocks. Sam shivered and steeled himself as hope surged. "Dean's flashlight. That has to be it." Sam struggled to see in the dark but he found the small cylinder and scooped it up. He flicked the switch. "Please work, please, please work." He whispered and was rewarded with a dim glow. He shook the light and it flickered before brightening. "Thank God." He cast the beam about and saw how many boulders had come down. "No." He choked out. The beam shone off something that reflected the light dimly. A dusty silver glow.

"Oh no." Sam stumbled hurriedly to the source of the silver glitter. Dean's right hand was illuminated by the beam. It was still.

John had a path cleared about six feet deep when Bobby came back, laden with things from the trucks. He had the med kit, blankets and heavy leather work gloves. "John, I got topside. We got a problem." John stopped and turned to Bobby, struggling to catch his breath through the dust covered sweat drenched handkerchief that covered his lower face.

"What the hell are you talkin' about Bobby?"

"It snowed while we were down here. A good foot. It's still comin' down like hell."

"Did you get a call through for help?"

"Yeah. They're tryin to get up here. Think the chopper and the bigger rigs won't be able to make it but they're sending out crews to clear the way so they'll be able to get through. It's gonna take a while."

"We have to get to the boys."

"I know." Bobby said, handing gloves to John. "Put these on Idjit, before you rip your hands up any worse and can't use 'em." John slipped into the gloves, wincing when he realized how ripped up his fingers were and how cold they'd become.

"Bobby, you happen to guess the temperature while you were out there?"

"Flakes are big and comin' down quick, I'd say about ten degrees."

"That'd make it what down here? About twenty maybe?"

Bobby stared, realization hitting him hard. "Damn, no. Hypothermia." Bobby and John began working together, moving the boulders that had been too heavy for John and then Bobby halted as John hollered for his boys again.

"DEAN! SAMMY! HELP'S COMIN' BOYS!" They started in on the rocks again.

"Damnit!" Jeff Browning cursed.

"What is it Jeff?" Terri Michaels asked; concerned with the way her partner was acting. "It's not that crew from fish and game is it? God, that thing didn't get them did it?" Terri had been on the rescue crew that had retrieved the other victims. I don't think I can bring myself to go in again. She had seen the way the second crew had fared and it made her sick to think about it.

"Naw, the guy who called in thought that two of the others had killed it."

Jeff was on the phone again and half distracted. "Hey Barry? Yeah it's Jeff. We need the road grater ASAP. We have to get to the cave with the rigs. We need a path for the ambulance and possibly the landing area cleared for the chopper." He was silent for a moment listening to the man on the other end. "Yeah, trust me I know the snow is still comin down hard. We have to get up there. There's been a cave in." Terri gasped in the background, now knowing why her partner was acting strange. He'd been trapped once in a cave in while on a rescue. Both he and the victim nearly suffocated before they were found. "Alright, I'll get the crews together and meet you to follow you up. We gotta hurry. Two men are trapped in the left tunnel at the dead end and two rookies are starting to clear the way. God only knows how many times those walls are gonna shift again." Jeff hung up and turned to Terri. "I understand if you don't wanna work with me on this one…"

"I'm in Jeff. I'm your partner. I'm in." Terri replied, already reaching for the small amount of gear they kept in their office. The two made their way to the garage bays where the rescue rigs were sheltered and prepared the rest of the gear. Pretty soon they heard a large rumbling engine and opened the doors to the snow, following the large machine with the fourteen foot wide scraper blade through the still falling snow and up to the trail that would take them to the cave.

"Dean! Dean, man talk to me!" Sam moved as quickly as he could to where his brother's hand peeked out from under the rubble as if Dean were begging for help. Sam brushed dust from the limp fingers and moved a small boulder about the size of a cannon ball, to get to Dean's wrist. All the while he was muttering just above a choked whisper, "Please, please, please." He fell silent and that simple repeated word became a litany as he closed his eyes when his fingers brushed Dean's pulse point. Please let me feel something. Sam lowered his head to the back of Dean's hand and held his shaking, cold fingers as still as he could. Please, Dean. Man, don't be… Please.

Beat…beat…beat… Sam felt the sluggish beat beneath his nearly numb fingers. "Oh God, Dean. Hey man, I'm gonna get you out. Hang on, just…hang on." Sam jumped into action, pulling on his light leather gloves and ignoring the shivers that racked his lanky frame. His vision blurred as he stooped to move the first boulder and he stilled, willing himself to keep it together for Dean. He moved the boulder and went to the next one. Working slowly so he didn't hurt his big brother, he removed rubble and checked his pulse every few minutes. "Stay with me man." He'd say every time he felt that beat. He'd let go and move some more boulders, that thump…thump…thump driving him to work quickly. His shivers gained intensity even as he worked, and as he paused to think about it he realized the temperature had dropped in the cave. His head rebelled as he brushed the thought aside and bent for another boulder. He fell to his knees again, bumping one hard off a rock. He felt his skin split and warmth slide down his leg as he forced himself to his feet again. He turned to his brother and lifted another boulder, this one was flat and about the size of a card table. He lifted it and flipped it off Dean, unable to force it aside any further. His brother's insulated jacket came into view. Sam dropped to his knees beside his brother and gently brushed dust from his lax face. Dean was face down, his eyes closed and head tipped at an odd angle as his temple rested against a small rock. Dust caked the surface of the small rock, transformed into crimson mud by Dean's seeping blood.

"Oh God, Dean." Sam checked his brother over for injuries and pushed another rock off his back. He gently lifted Dean's head and moved the rock out from under his temple, putting his clean handkerchief under Dean's temple. He held his brother's head still and brushed a leather clad thumb over his pale cheek. "Dean, hey. Need you to wake up now. Lemme know you're alright man. C'mon Dean. Aw, god. This is all my fault." Sam lowered Dean's head gently and sat back on his heels, regarding the tangle of boulders that still lay on Dean's legs. He looked at the small boulders that had contacted Dean. Larger ones rested on top of those, stacked like a pyramid on its point. Sam thought on how to get the boulders off of his brother without causing the little ones to shift and bring the big ones down. He fought to ignore the pounding of his head and clear his vision. Sam stood and moved towards the rocks, pulling at one he knew was safe to move and opening up a starting point for the removal of the boulders. It's just like that JENGA game that you and I used to play when Dad was hunting and we were stuck in a crap room somewhere. I always whipped you at that game. I can do this. I can get you out man.

Sam moved another boulder and stilled when he heard something. He listened again. The sound came again, a moan.

"Dean!" Sam moved away from the wall and dropped to his knees at his brother's side. "Dean? Hey, c'mon wake up." Dean's eyelids fluttered and one managed to lift, revealing a washed out green eye that met Sam's worried hazel ones in the dark.

"Sam—my." Dean ground out, his face smashed ito the cavern floor, only cushioned by the bloody handkerchief under his temple.

"Hey, yeah, I'm here. How bad are you hurt?"

"Wha' appened?" Dean's eye searched Sam's face to see the bloody dust caked to the side of his head. "You …urt."

"I'm okay. It's my fault Dean. You're pinned and it's my fault."

"Wha'?"

"My bullet brought the wall down on you. I'm sorry. I'm gonna get the boulders off you and we'll figure out how to get out of here. Are you hurtin?"

"Boulders?" Dean looked puzzled before his pain glazed eye cleared again. "Cave in." He whispered. "Sammy, It's not…your fault." Dean said, turning his head so his face was clear of the floor. He winced at the pressure to the cut on his temple but stilled his movement and the pain eased up. He needed to see his little brother, to make sure he was okay. "You okay?"

"I just have to ge-get the boulders off your legs. I know you hurt but it's gettin' colder and we have to get out somehow." Sam wedged the flashlight in the crevice of two small rocks that were laying side by side forming a natural 'V'. The flashlight lay in the cradle, the beam illuminating the rocks that still rested on Dean's legs.

"I don't hurt, Sammy." Sam stopped dead at his brother's words.

"What?" He asked quietly.

"I can't feel… My legs. Just cold."

"Oh God." Sam whispered; his heart hammering. Have I paralyzed my brother? No, no he's just cold, that's it. He's so cold that he's numb. That's all. He's okay. I have to get him out. Get him out and he'll be okay. "I'm gonna move the rest of these boulders. They're probably just pressing on your legs and makin' them go to sleep." Sam moved back to the boulders and moved another one, the ones below it shifting menacingly, the sound of stone against stone making Sam's stomach rebel. He stilled instantly as the rocks slid in on each other and wedged again. They stopped before they could fall completely. Sam forced himself to settle down, to stop the shaking in his frozen hands and move carefully as he reached for another rock. He moved the boulder, one the size of a safe, and stilled as he heard more stone on stone noise. Sam stumbled under the weight of the boulder and sent it crashing to the stone floor not more and a couple feet from Dean. Dean flinched when the boulder hit, crying out in pain as he felt a bone in his back move where he knew it shouldn't. Pain erupted through him, taking his breath, and setting his previously blissfully numb legs afire. Sam's head protested the rapid movement and he fell to his knees, nausea and dizziness swamping him as his world spiraled out of control.

"Sammy." Dean cried, choking on dust as he tried to catch breath that wouldn't come. His brother was hurt, he sensed it as he tried to lift his head and find Sam with his worried, pain glazed eyes. He finally locked eyes with Sam to take in hazel orbs cloudy with pain. "Sammy."

"Dean." Sam whispered, slumping forward to the hard stone floor, his head audibly cracking off the rough surface. Dean stretched his free hand out, ignoring the pain in his back even as blackness threatened. He reached for the flashlight Sam had tucked in between two small rocks only a foot or so from him. He shined it on his little brother's face, hoping the glare would rouse him. It only served to show Dean the new pool of blood that had gathered under Sam's previously injured temple and how pasty white his face was. Dean uttered an oath as he took in the blue tinge that began to color Sam's lips and the waxy look his skin had taken on where his coat sleeve had ridden up. Dean himself had stopped shivering some time ago, he realized. His fingers were numb as they struggled to retain their grip on the cold steel flashlight.

A/N: Uh oh! I did it again. What's up with Sammy? Find out tomorrow. Now I have to get writing so there is a post for Sunday. This one's not done yet people. Thanks for reading!