This is a post intended for Wednesday as I was in London on tuesday... but I had to have a horrible blood test which they had to try three times to get right!... So as you can see I wasn't that happy with that. So I decided to listen to music really loud, sing and read my fair share of fanfiction for the coming year.

CHAPTER FIVE||EVIF RETPAHC

Chapter five- Putting on a brave face (A/N as I did getting stabbed by a creepy lady)

Sam shoved the rubble off to one side, and crawled down the rest of the way cutting his knees as he crawled across the sharp rocks. He knelt beside the unconscious form of dean and grasp hold of his shoulder. "You okay?" he cried panicking slightly. "Dean!" he added tugging at his brothers' arm and shaking him slightly. Sam moved to lean down on his brothers' arm after the excursion with the rubble had tired him out. He was already feeling incredibly weakened and he just needed to sit for at least a few minutes. "You gotta get up Dean," Sam murmured before his eyes slid shut and he slumped down heavily on top of his brother. His panicky breaths were the only thing to suggest he was actually still alive.

Dean attempted to sit up, but felt a heavy weight pinning him down. For a brief second he thought he was pinned down by some kind of object. Until the heavy thing lying on his chest breathed. Dean slowly looked down to see the form of Sam. He could see the large red stain across Sam's clothes and he saw the parlour to his brothers' complexion. "Sam..." Dean began his voice barely even a whisper. Dean cleared his throat and tried again (maybe louder this time). "Sam wake up!" he cried shoving Sam with all of his strength. Sam immediately jerked upright to stare at his brother causing him to recoil, gasp in pain and wrap his hands around his chest.

Dean stared protectively down at his brother before brushing off that thought, and remembering how they were going to get out of this mess. "Did you kill it?" he began. All he received in reply was a simple nod. "Sammy, where's Reid?" he asked his voice slightly softer this time. Slowly he moved a hand to his head, hoping to calm down the rushing currently striking against his skull. Sam slowly moved so he was on his knees then standing up, only swaying once on his feet.

Sam passed his mobile down to his brother who was still situated on the floor. "Call an ambulance. Our surname is Smith. And a group of men in black hoods attacked us," Sam murmured authoritatively, then he turned to make his way forward towards the doorway all three had once come in through. His hands were holding his chest tightly, his teeth clenched as he made the arduous journey to find his little brother. "I'll find him dean," he muttered as he walked out the door making his way to his brother. It was more of a self-assurance than that to assure his brother but he pretended that this was like every other hunt... they'd get through together- like brothers should.

Dean lay there for a few seconds as he was left alone. Finally stating into the darkness as he fiddled with the annoyingly small buttons on the cell phone; "I'm going to have such a headache in the morning... at least it's not from drinking too much," Dean stated to himself smiling at his feet. He glanced in the way Sam had left and called out for him. "Find him Sammy!" he yelled as he dialled 911 on the irritatingly small keypad... he refused to give up just because he couldn't accurately type one number.

Reid however was still lain there, his eyes drifting over the constellation and trying to name a few that he recognised. He sighed and his vision became unfocused. Suddenly he was brought to the attention of Sam hobbling toward him. One arm slung over his chest, which was ominously covered in blood. "Sam," he croaked as he strained his eyes in the darkness.

I do feel slightly guilty for a short one, but it is something nonetheless. My week has been a disappointment and the only thing which improved my mood was drinking gallons of tea and listening to 'I like Birds' by Eels. Because it was the only reasonable excused to repeatedly shout BIRDS really really loud.