Sam Winchester woke groggily from his short, uneven sleep. As he opened his eyes, he found himself staring up at Dean, who seemed to be slumbering. He deduced that his head was in Dean's lap. All of a sudden he felt a surge of safeness, closeness and protection from his big brother, and he was grateful for it.

He winced from the harsh light that was now gleaming through the bars of their prison as he sat up. Dean stirred and shook his head a little, he was a little disorientated, but once he got his bearings he looked alert.

'Sammy! How are you dude?' he asked, concern etched in his voice. Sam shrugged and looked down at his arms. He gave a small smile when he saw that Dean had torn his inner shirt in half and wrapped the pieces around his forearms. 'Thanks Dean' he said quietly, smiling at his brother.

Dean shrugged and said, 'hey, I could of let you bleed to death!' with a grin.

Sam gave a small smile back, and then stood up on shaky legs. Dean shot up and supported his little brother.

'Whoa steady there Sammy, you're still a bit weak...' he said, but Sam waved his concerns away.

'I'll be fine Dean, we need to get out of here' he said, and he made his way towards the window, which was a bit higher than he previously thought.

He stood on his tiptoes, but he still couldn't get a decent enough view, and he knew that dean wouldn't either, considering he was shorter than him.

'Dean, c'mere' he said, motioning to dean to come to him. Puzzled, Dean walked towards him, shrugging. 'I aint gonna give you no piggy backs dude! You'll snap my spine!'

'Hey! I'm not that heavy!' replied Sam indignantly. Dean sighed and smiled, as is to say 'yeah ok, whatever!'

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. 'Ok, I'll kneel down and you jump on my back and see what's out there then!'

'Done!' said Dean with a grin, and he made his way towards Sam. 'Down on your knees then Sammy boy!' he said, chuckling.

Sam rolled his eyes again and got down on his hands and knees.

Dean readied himself; put his hand on his little brothers head and pushed, whilst at the same time taking a step on his back.

Sam gasped at the sudden extra weight on his back, and stayed very still. 'See anything?' he gasped, trying to breath through the extra weight.

'Well, there are lots of trees... a big clearing...oh and there's my baby!' said Dean, who started to jiggle up and down on Sam's back in the excitement of seeing his beloved Impala.

'Yeah, ok, now you can get down now!' stammered Sam, whose cut arms seemed to be on fire thanks to the lactic acid that was building in his muscles. Dean hopped off his back, and helped him to his feet.

'Think we can get out?' asked Sam, looking at his brother seriously.

Dean considered this and then nodded his head. 'I think so, but we need time so I can work on those bars or the door' he said, pointing at the lock on the door. Sam nodded, and then turned to the window.

'Work fast dean' he muttered.

Dean nodded, and then got to work.

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