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Dean awoke to a searing pain in his temple and cringed when he tried to open his eyes. He groaned and rubbed a sour hand across his forehead, and pushed himself into a sitting position even though it made him feel nauseous and fifty times worse.

The bright twilight of this Nebraskan night illuminated the wreck, washing everything in shadows and an eerie glow. He took a second to asses himself. He found that both his arms were mostly unharmed, aside form a few chunks of glass embedded in the skin. His body was somewhat trapped beneath the steering wheel and the car door that was digging into his side, but he could move his legs around and knew he would find a way out. His fingers gingerly touched around his head and he found a long bloody gash in the back of his temple, most likely a concussion but nothing to serious. Somehow, he had escaped this crash generally unscathed.

He turned his attention to Sam.

Sam lay motionless with his head propped up on the window frame. His side of the car had taken the blunt of the crash. The dashboard dug into his chest and Dean could see a small flow of blood from a wound it was creating. His left arm was fine but the right was tucked somewhere Dean couldn't see. He was pale. Too pale, the sickly pale you get just before you loose too much blood and...

"Sam?" He reached over and shook his brothers shoulders. Sam's head lolled and fell forward, silently. Dean couldn't stop the panic raising inside him. "Sammy?" He called again, a little more desperately. He shook him harder. Still he didn't respond.

"God Damnit!" Dean yelled, slamming his fists against the steering wheel. He tried to wriggle free and get closer to his brother, but found he couldn't. He hated feeling helpless, especially when he knew his brother needed him.

He had to get free.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled, struggling against his confines. Still Sam did not respond. "Damn it Sam, you wake up now or I swear I will kill you myself!" He clawed at the seat belt, the leather seat, desperate to find any way out.

Finally the seatbelt came loose and he through that aside. It was but a simple victory and didn't do much in the way of escaping, but it had been something. Dean moved on to the door and tried to pry it open. He figured that since the steering wheel wasn't going anywhere, that if he could get the door open, he could slide out and get to Sam. The impala had fallen in a way where the passenger side of the car had hit first, smashing into a large boulder and then had fallen again this time a smaller distance that had Dean's side of the door free and clear of any large rocks that would get in his way.

He knew that he had been extremely lucky to have survived such a crash. It had been a long drop. But he couldn't bring himself into thanking God or any thing out their without knowing if Sam was alright or not. He had to get his brother free!

"SAM!" Dean bellowed, attempting once again to get his brother to wake up, respond. Still Sam did not move. "Think man, think! How do I get out of this? What do I need to do?" Dean thought aloud. "What would Dad do?"

He thought back to all the times his father had taught him. All those memories, lessons, and still he couldn't remember, he didn't know what to do. Was it from the pounding of his heart? The immense pain welling in his chest? He was too distracted. He couldn't think!

"Come on man," Dean breathed, he exhaled deeply. "Calm down and think. For Sam, for Sam..."

Finally, in a stroke of genius Dean reached for the knife under his belt. His fingers grasped the handle, but when he began to pull it away he felt a searing pain erupt in his stomach. He brought his fingers close to his face, now crimson from blood. The knife was cutting inside his stomach.

How the Hell did he not notice that?!

He ignored it and gripped the shaft once again. Despite the pain, he pulled and the knife slid from his stomach. He screamed as it came away, but quickly recovered. He went to work jamming the blade into the steering wheel and with in seconds pulled it away from the dashboard. He threw it out the window without a second thought.

His stomach hurt like hell, but Dean ignored the pain. He braced his arms around the window frame, pushed away pieces of lingering glass and slid his body through. He gripped the car to keep balance, half walking, half stumbling his way over to where his brother was.

The glass in the passenger window was mostly gone and Dean hurriedly pulled away the remaining chunks. "Sam?"

Still nothing.

He wedged the blade between the door and the crushed metal of the car and pushed harder then he had ever before. Pushed until his muscles bulged, his palms bled and his back threatened to break. With a 'click' the door parted and Dean swung it open.

Dean didn't know what else to do. He had no first aid kit and any medical supplies of any kind was about a hundred miles away. All he had was a knife and his bare hands. For now that would have to do.

"Sam you open your eyes or I will slap you so hard!"Dean yelled, working to keep the quiver out of his voice. Nothing. Still Sam didn't move. With nothing else to do, or could do, Dean smacked his brother hard across the cheek.

"Whe.." Sam's eyes flew open and he surged forward, coughing hard. Dean took a step back, slightly stunned that that had actually worked and smiled. When Sam finally stopped hacking, he turned to his brother irritated. "Dude what the hell was that for?!" He yelled. He cringed slightly and moaned. "And why does everything hurt so damn much?"

The smile on Dean's face faded. "We went over the cliff man. We crashed and you weren't waking up for a long time." He couldn't help himself from choking at the last words. "I'm real happy your back amongst the living man. You scared me bad."

Sam cracked a half smile, "What? I though the mighty Dean didn't get scared."

"Shut up," Dean flipped him off and stuck his hand forward. "Come on man let's get you out of here." Sam reached out but stopped. His eyes widened, and he let out a small gasp. Dean followed his gaze.

This was worse then the crash! Weirder than anything they had every seen before!

Sam gave Dean a frantic look. Dean's brow furrowed.

"Dude, what the Hell is that...?"

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