Okay this is just a quick chapter dealing with what happened to Dean. I hope you all like it.
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A/N- sorry for any mistakes in referring to the episode.
chapter 4
"Stupid fricking planes," Dean mumbled as he slowly but painfully returned to consciousness. He
opened his eyes cautiously, wary at what he might find. It was completely dark and
for a scary second Dean though he had gone blind somehow. Whenever he eyes adjusted to the
darkness he realised he was not blind. He was stuck, in what seemed to be a typ of "Cave of
wreckage" The roof (which he assumed was a door from theplane was being held up, and prevented
from crushing him by a loadbaring piece of wreckage. He could feel the cool metal on his back.
"The one time I get on a fricking plane!It crashes!" Dean grumbled. Dean wondered about Sammy.
Was he okay? Was he hurt? Was he suck, exactly like he was, waiting for Dean to come and get
him? Despite the fact he had just survived a plane crash Dean was scared as hell. When it came to
his brother, he did not like questions he could not answer. He knew he had to get out of his
makeshift prison. He attempted to move.
He was rewarded for his efforts by a sharp pain blossoming along his midriff. He groaned. "Of
course it would never be that simple." He could not lift his head. He lifted his arm and began to pat
himself down. Broken ribs are a definate. His hand stopped around his midriff. There was
something sticking out of his body, just above his hip. "Shit." Dean gingerly
tried to pull the metal out. It did not move. Dean nearly threw up from the pain he caused. After a
few seconds, he assesed his situation. He was hidden and in deep trouble. He needed to find help but he could not move.
"Hey." Dean hollered as loud as he could. He was aware the noise would be muffled from the
outside. He pounded on the metal. He shouted again. Dean coughed. He panted.
When he could not talk he continued to pound on the metal.
"Is there someone down there?" Dean heard a muffled voice reply. There was a sliver of light shone
down in his direction.
"Hey. I am here." Dean reply has quieter. The pain in his side and chest were growing.
"ARe you okay?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "MY plane crashed on me. Apart from that, my day has been just peachy."
Dean heard a snort of laughter. He smiled. It calmed him slightly. "How are you physically?"
"I've been impaled. My chest hurts. It is getting hard to breath."
"Okay. I have radioed for the fire crew. They should be here soon. You need to stay awake for me."
Dean said nothing. He coughed again. He tasted the coppery tang of blood.
"Sir, sir? Stay awake. Tell me about yourself."
"Are you flirting with me." Dean asked the light sarcastically.
Dean coughed painfully. The pain in his chest was growing. The voice laughed again. Dean could not
tell if it was male or female.
"I got a question for you. Do you know, or could you find out about a guy called, " Dean struggled to
remember what aliases they'd used to get on the plane, "Sam Spencer? He is my brother. He was on
the plane with me."
The voice did not reply for a few seconds. "Sir?"
"Yeah?" Dean cried out painfully. "Is he okay?"
"They have found him. He is badly injured."
Dean closed his eyes for a second. He let out an involuntary whimper.
"How bad? HOW BAD?"
"He is still unconsciousness. Do not worry though your guardian is with him. He is looking for you by
the way."
Deans heart hammered. Who in the hell was with Sammy? He forgot his own situation for a second.
"Who is it? Describe him?NOW!"
"I do not know what he looks like. I just radioed over. He knows that you are here by the way."
"Radio again and ask them to give it to him for a second." Dean was insistent.
"I cannot do that..."
"I am the one stuck under a plane right now. You want me to stay awake?TRY" Deans head was
spinning. His breath was coming in painfully short gasps.
"Dean? Dean son? Are you there"
"Dad, where are you?" Dean could hear Johns voice floating above him. Was he hallucinating?
"I am with Sammy son. He is in a bad way. How are you doing?"
"Not good." He whispered fearfully. "What do you mean in a bad way? How bad is bad?"
"He will be fine. I will make sure of it. You need to hold on for a few more minutes son. We will get
you out and everything will be okay."
"You better take care of him."
Dean could not catch his breath. "Dad." he struggled to say between coughs.
"Dean? Dean...DEAN!"
Dean did not answer. He slipped painfully back into unconsciousness. The last thing he heard
before the darkness claimed him was the comforting sound of his dads voice. And he held onto the
knowledge he would make things better for Sam. His chances of surivival? He was not too
certain of. He was grateful for small mercies. At least Sam would be okay.