This is my first short story in this realm....the idea is mine--the characters aren't.

I really hate Gordon, by the way.

Here goes--
PART 1

That sonofabitch got out....He got out....HE GOT OUT!

This whole thing--the stranger's frantic call, the demon sighting, this damned place--all a set-up.
Furious thoughts flew through Dean's mind as he ran. Had to find Sam before Gordon did.....
He vaulted over a mossy log and stopped, flattening to the cool, damp earth. He listened----heard nothing. He tried to control his breathing,--his lungs burned from the exertion. He lay in the ferns, waiting for a telltale snap or rustle that would signal Gordon's presence. Again, he held his breath and listened....
---quiet--
He carefully looked round to survey his position. All around him, the poplars grew in loose groups, with rocky ground between. Not great cover. A thin undergrowth hid boggy patches. He could just make out the outline of the roof of the shed, which meant his car was to the left--not too far.
He needed bullets. His .44 was spent-- useless. If he could just get to the damn car....

He cursed Sam for not answering his cell., then felt panic rise again--maybe he couldn't answer...
Dean crept forward a few feet, testing his momentary safety. F--king Gordon. How the hell was he loose?!

Good...a little closer to the car--to sanctuary. He crept forward again, skillfully avoiding making any sounds.

Dean was well equipped to move with stealth--his dad had drilled them in such skills.
But Gordon was no ordinary pursuer. He was a hunter,--with all the same instincts and abilities the Winchesters relied on.

He paused again. Still no sound.

The silence was shattered by the sound of his cell. He quickly flipped it open and whispered "Sam?"
He was relieved to hear his brother's tense voice.

"Where are you?" Sam whispered.

"'Bout 300 yards west of the car." He looked around quickly for some landmark. "Do you see that big dead birch?" --(yes)-- "--about 20 feet from it. "Where are you?"

Sam was almost at the car. "Do you see him?"

"Not for about ten minutes" said Dean. He continued his creeping toward his goal..
"Watch your back, Sammy. That bastard's good with that crossbow. He was---"

Dean didn't have a chance to finish his warning. A bolt struck him hard in the side of his right knee, passing through it--the wicked flanges of the steel head protruding from the other side.
The force of the blow sent him crashing down through the undergrowth with a strangled shout. He rolled several times, until his back landed hard against a splintered trunk, winding him. His cell, still open, landed in the damp earth a few yards away.

He lay with his back against the tree, trying to breathe. The solid agony from his leg disoriented him--he shook his head, trying to think,-- to assess. He reached down to the knee and felt the protruding shaft. "Sonofabitch...!"
He couldn't think--the pain was suffocating--couldn't catch his breath. He groaned and desperately
tried to position his leg to somehow lessen the hurt,-but the bolt was wedged firmly between the bones--every movement ground them against it.

All the while, Sam listened helplessly. He heard the crashing, the yell. He could hear his brother's laboured breathing. He yelled his name into the phone over and over..



Lemme know if anyone wants to read more.....

I want to read more. Great start...... Gordon's back. Can't wait for the next chapter. :cheer

YES MORE PLEASE!!!!!

Great Start...keep going! :D

Yes please post more :cheer

i'm with everyone else post more!!!

HOLY EFFING CRAP
hell ya post more
dean hurt!
YOU MUST POST MORE

Oh geez, i dunno, you guys. It gets worse for our hero. Are you sure you can handle it.....?

:skip I want more. I want more. Please post more. I love it. Post more. Post more. I loved it. Keep going. Please oh please continue. :woohoo

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Now my knee hurts. *rubs knee*

For some reason, while I was typing that, I started saying it like "ka-nee".

The k really is the most overlooked letter. I wouldn't be silent for no one.

So I think you should keep going. I'm going to assume that Gordon got out of jail, and now he's extremely pissed an still wants to kill our long haired eye candy cuz he thinks Sam's gonna go dark side.

Hell yeah you should keep going.

More please! This is a great story!!!

can i handle it? can I handle it??
CAN I?? SHANNON?? THE ONE WHO ABOVE ALL DROOLS AT THE MENTION OF DEAN TORTURE HANDLE THINGS GETTING WORSE FOR HIM???
i think i can!!!
now update before we all have hernias (or whatever) and DIE!!
:lol: :lol:

We are sick puppies--you know that, don't you....?

Ok--here ya go--but remember--I warned ya.......



PART2

--breathe in...breathe out...breathe in.......
.Dean could hear Sam's anxious voice emanating from the brush near him, but he dared not draw attention to himself by attempting to retrieve his cell.. He figured his crash and yell were enough of a spectacle--but Gordon didn't necessarily know exactly where he landed. He stayed still. He wished Sam would shut up--his voice was like a beacon that Gordon could follow right to him.

He knew he was a sitting duck--had to think---to think---
He looked around for something--anything--with which to defend himself. All he could reach was a fist sized rock, but he gripped it like a drowning man,--expecting to have to brain his adversary with it--David and Goliath style.

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, nausea threatening to overtake him. God he hoped Sam was alright.

When he opened his eyes again, his heart sank. Gordon stood before him. He had been deafened by the hissing sound in his ears--hadn't even heard his approach.

Gordon lowered the crossbow and laughed at him. "That was easy. ...Bit rusty, are you Dean?!" He glanced down at the knee. "Ooh...sorry about that. Was aiming for your head."

Dean grimaced in reply. He prayed Sam was still on the line.

Gordon continued.."You know... I always liked you, Dean. You and I--we're really the same. But you're blind, man. Couldn't see your brother for the monster he is. I'd have left you alone....... But prison--well it changes you, Dean. I'm not a forgiving man anymore. I am gonna kill your brother. But I'm kinda pissed at you, too."

"Go to hell, you bastard....!" spat Dean. " If you so much as look at Sam---"
Gordon cut him off. "Shut up, you arrogant jackass. Look at you--what are you gonna do??!"

Dean glared back. "You under-estimate him. I guarantee you, Sam will finish this."

"Well----" Gordon said flatly. "I doubt it." He raised the crossbow. Squeezed the trigger slowly. "Oh and Dean....you go to hell."

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...uh oh......this can't be good............

OH NOOOO DEAN..... :o Please update soon that was one heck of a cliffie. Waiting with anticipation for the next chapter.

Oh you can't leave it there, poor poor Dean. I hope Sam kicks Gordon's butt :cheer

Wow...one cliffy right after another.

Kind of brave, aren't ya? :lol:

We've been known to lynch for less. Just be careful none of the other girls get over here. 'Specially Lorrie... :D

Keep goin'...

very suspencefull so far, o an arrow yikes man thats gotta hurt and two for two on cliffys, do you know cpr? great beginning.

Are you forgetting me kburch04 haha

and OMGAH
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU???
YOU KILL DEAN AND I SHALL....
I SHALL....
DO SOMETHING THAT WILL BE BAD
VERY BAD
i think
but yeah
UPDATE SOON
(and hurt dean, but not enough to kill him haha)

Just to prove i am not completely heartless--let me assure you all--i would NEVER kill off a character--so you may read on without fear. I mean--when i update, that is----its beddy by time now here in the Great White North.

Oh--quick note to irishgirl--you are correct--pearljam do, indeed, rock. (fav tune is Rearview Mirror)
As do Radiohead.......

Ooh--also wanted to reassure Dean Winchester's Real World counterpart--J. R. Ackles--(and please pass this on if ya know him) that we all know the difference 'tween reality and fantasy--and even though we may put poor Dean through the wringer--there is NOT a legion of Internet Twisted Kittens out ta Git'im.

Nitey nite.

I was mainly thinkin' Lorrie for the tortorous mind she's got...

But I'm pretty sure none of us would hold back lmao or would hesitate.

LMAO I never thought about it that way...

Never put a better way LMAO.

Update when you're able. :)

What kind of evil freak would invent something like a "crossbow pistol" anyway??? Sometimes the Real World really sucks.
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"Well----" Gordon said flatly. "I doubt it." He raised the crossbow. Squeezed the trigger slowly. "Oh and Dean....you go to hell."

PART 3

And Dean felt a second bolt viciously slam into his chest. The force of it--point blank--shattered his shoulder blade and embedded firmly in the trunk beneath him. The stone rolled uselessly out of his hand.
Wide-eyed with shock, he looked down in disbelief at the shaft protruding from under his jacket, then back up to Gordon's face. He tried to speak, but a roaring blackness overtook him.

Sam had heard the entire exchange. Dean had made no sound after Gordon's last words. Sam didn't know if that was good or bad. Sweat and tears blinded him as his ears strained desperately for some affirmation that his brother was still alive. All he heard was Gordon's crunching retreat through the undergrowth.
He didn't dare call Dean's name now --couldn't risk alerting Gordon to his only link to Dean.

All Sam wanted to do was race to Dean's position--but he knew it would be suicide for both of them. Had to quell that instinct and get to the car,--- get more clips---a rifle. Had to get to Gordon---. He couldn't save Dean unless that threat was neutralized. He moved warily in the direction of the impala, covering the terrain as fast as he dared.

Sam stopped,---- listening. Something caught his attention. He realized it was his own name he heard.. Someone--it wasn't Dean-- was calling him.

Gordon. Taunting him--inviting him to show himself.

Telling him Dean was dead.
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i'm a basket case just writing this.----

OMG. Dean's dead !!!!!! :cry You'd never kill a character hay. :hide You had me thinking dean would survive Good twist if a little sneeky. Hope sammy makes Gordan pay for this.

Now now--don't panic......
Gordon was TELLING Sam that Dean was dead..........................
---there's a difference between Mostly Dead, and All Dead.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*dies*
YOU DIDNT
BUT YOU DID
AND OMGAH
I...I...I LOVE YOU FOR THIS
cause you're giving away the entire plot in between updates! haha
now i know dean isnt dead so i know not to kill you
might be more suspenseful if you just let us guess. haha
BUT OMGAH
the new eppy rocked
this new update rocked
i'm getting a HUGE supernatural fix!

[QUOTE]cause you're giving away the entire plot in between updates! haha
now i know dean isnt dead so i know not to kill you

Couldn't do that to y'all. But don't get too comfy--"Dead-ish" is always tricky--could go either way.............................................

OMG I just finished the most recent update and I loved it. Please update soon.

OMG I just started reading your story and I love it!
Can't wait for more!

thanks for all your nice words---here's a double for you.

.. Someone--it wasn't Dean-- was calling him. Gordon. Taunting him--inviting him to show himself.
Telling him Dean was dead.


PART4

No, No, No---NO!!!

"Come on Sammy. ---You know I'm not lying to you. Dean is gone. --- Trying to save you. It's all your doing, Sam. Come on out---you gotta face this. You know the Devil's in you---- Join your brother, Sammy...."

It was the last "sammy" that did it. No one calls him that but Dean--nobody earned that right like his brother had. Sam felt a dam burst within himself--didn't care if he had no weapon--he'd tear Gordon apart with his own two hands. An un-earthly howl came out of him-- he launched himself in the direction of the voice. He had no concern for his own safety anymore. Sam had never felt so murderous. There was no stopping this----!

Gordon was taken aback by the strange sound and sudden crashing movement headed his way. He struggled to get off a shot--missed--tried to place another arrow. He fumbled, --looked up,-- dropped the bow,--frantically tried to pull his gun from his jacket---
He saw Sam's face--the rictus of hate on his normally placid features. Threw his arms up----

Sam crashed headlong into his enemy. The two rolled over and over, --thrashing wildly through the brush--faces whipped by branches—bruised by the sharp stones--each trying desperately to gain a foothold, --any advantage. Gordon got his hands around Sam's throat, --dug his thumbs in deep. --Choking,--Sam clawed at and gripped Gordon's ears and bashed his head against the ground. Gordon managed a vicious knee to Sam's stomach---Gagging, Sam brought his elbow down into Gordon's throat. At that moment, his enemy was stilled. Sam pushed the suddenly limp, unresisting weight off him, rolled over and staggered to his feet. He stood, panting, looking down at the prone figure. ---snarled a curse-- then hauled off and gave it a solid kick in the groin. He wished the bastard was awake for that one.

Heaving,-he tore his attention away. He wiped his face with both hands, ---worked at calming his thoughts down--they still whirled in an adrenalin-fueled chaos.
--Dean! Had to locate Dean—

PART5

He had the presence of mind to bind Gordon's hands and feet before leaving him.

Sam searched his pockets for his cell--no luck.... -- he must have lost it during the struggle. Near exhaustion, he criss-crossed the immediate area but still could not locate it. Panic welled up in his breast--tears of frustration stinging his eyes. He’d lost his only link….

He sat down--head in his hands--collecting his wits. What had Dean said--he was somewhere near some tree—a big dead birch. Raising his head--Sam scanned the surroundings for a landmark that fit. Saw a likely candidate in the distance. He got up slowly, took a deep and shaky breath and set off in that direction. Had to hurry--light was failing.


Dean was aware of nothing. His head hung limply against his chest--cheek actually resting on the fletched end of the arrow. But he was still breathing--shallow rasping breaths. He would have slid sideways, but the bolt held him tightly against the rough bark of the tree. There was surprisingly little blood on his shirt---the stout shaft effectively plugged its own entrance wound. His back was wetter, his body weight resting heavily on the shaft where it exited.

Sam crashed through the brush towards the dead birch, stumbling—careless of where his feet landed. More than once his footing failed, and he slid, tumbling against the moss and stones, adding new scrapes to his bruises But nothing deterred his forward momentum--and he reached his goal, winded, --damp with sweat. His urgent study of the surroundings showed him nothing. He rested for a moment--hand against the trunk--and remembered the conversation with Dean--what had he said? West of the car--20 feet from the tree.

He began to scour the most- likely area--panicking that light would fail--

The sight of his brother froze him in his tracks.

There was Dean—lying oddly, with his shoulders against the base of a tree, unmoving. Sam couldn't see what held him there.
“Dean…!” he shouted—

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....don't you love the scent of poplars in early spring?

DEAN!
NO
YOU
ARENT
GOING
TO
DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*puts on nurse outfit* ooh my. its a little short. oh who cares! *takes care of dean. rips off shirt. and pants. and boxers..and umm. my uniform and umm..does things*
ITS FOR THE GOOD OF HUMANITY!!
lol
and sammy got away from gordon
wow i'm surprised gordon allowed himself to fell so easily
that loser whore
ahah update soon

---yes, well, Gordon is hardly the calibre of our lads. Plus he thinks Sam is soft. Evil,-yes--but soft. Hah--big surprise-loser....

Yaay Sammy thrashed Gordon.
Poor dean......Hang in there dean.
Please update soon this is Great :cheer

I just about screamed out loud when that arrow went through Dean's knee!!!
Yay, Sammy for taking care of Gordon. That bastard!!! :angry:
Hold on, Dean. Your Sammy's comin'.

Great update!!!

--thought i'd best update now as opposed to this evening---(last chance to go skiing before warmer weather)

There was Dean—lying oddly, with his shoulders against the base of a tree, unmoving. Sam couldn't see what held him there.
“Dean…!” he shouted—

PART6

Sam stumbled towards him, falling to his knees and lifting his brother's head gently, begging that he would find life in those eyes.

"Dean...Dean...! Hey, --c'mon big brother--it's Sammy....c'mon Dean..."

He stirred and moaned briefly--his eyelids fluttered, his breathing ragged. (god, don’t wake me up..) Sam,--nearly incoherent with relief, tried to pull his brother close in a thankful embrace.

But with a sharp intake of breath, Dean tried weakly to keep him at bay. He resisted the pull, a shaking left hand raised against Sam--struggling to push him away.

Dean's eyes were wide open now--tears welling,--he tried to voice his protest----make his brother cease the excruciating movement, --but he couldn't inhale enough to voice it. His face screwed up in pain.—the tears squeezed from his lashes and down his face,
Sam stopped and pulled back,--- fearfully looking Dean over, --assessing his injuries. -And he then realized with horror why he resisted. The arrow,, protruding from under the jacket. Another one, through the knee. It dawned on him, with a sickening dismay, --that Dean was pinned to the tree.

“-Oh god, ….Dean—“

Shaking off his shock, Sam put his hand to his brother's chest --searching for the arrow’s point of entry.

Finding it—his stomach knotted.. It was embedded high, just to the left of his breastbone--apparently missing anything that would have resulted in his immediate demise. Sam searched for the telltale froth of blood in Dean's mouth, -finding none—and was relieved then that it seemed to have missed his lung. The failing light showed little blood from the wounds as well--lessening the danger that he would bleed out before rescue.

Dean was fretful--struggling to speak—he whispered almost inaudibly--

"Sam---Gordon..."

PART7

"Shhhhh----We're safe Dean--Gordon's taken out. Don't speak...." Sam still supported Dean's head in his hands.
Dean closed his eyes. For a moment, his features relaxed with relief..
Sam leaned closer, rested Dean's chin on his own shoulder, and slid his hand between Dean's back and the tree. He could feel his brother go rigid,--the fingers grip hard on his arm--but he had to see what needed to be done to release him. It was tight--the bolt was immobile—it wasn’t coming out of that tree..
His hand came away bloody. Sam swore vehemently under his breath.

He saw the distress, caused by the movement, -etched on Dean’s damp face. Even in the poor light, Sam could see he looked ashen, his pupils were dilated, --darkening the green of his eyes.

"-----Easy, Dean--sorry--" Sam's face was taut with concern "------I can't free you without a saw or something. We need paramedics--"
Dean struggled to stay alert, but his eyes were rolling. He had truly, --in all his experience—never felt such a blinding agony as this. Demons, ghosts—they all had done their worst, -but it was good, old fashioned human cruelty that prevailed.
He didn’t want to be conscious; -he wished the comforting velvet blackness would return--

"Dean...look at me----stay with me, buddy---do you know where your cell is?"

Dean groaned, and gathering himself--raised a trembling hand and pointed toward the brush where it had fallen. Sam gently lowered his head and scrambled to the spot--hands flailing through the plants, trying to feel the familiar shape.. He found it--dialed frantically, but realized, when it would not connect,--that the battery was long dead.
Frustration screamed in his head--.

"F---K!!!" He raged, violently flinging it away. He choked back a sob. He'd beaten Gordon and found his brother alive, and now he was gonna die anyway, and there was nothing Sam could do about it---


PART8

He fought to get a grip on himself and came back to Dean, trying to mask his fear and emotion. Lifted Dean's chin again—it seemed to ease his breathing a bit.

Dean squeezed his eyes shut—then whispered with difficulty. "sam......-the car......---in the trunk......... Side-cutters...."

"I can't leave you--"

"...you have to...."

Sam knew he was right. With no phone--he had to find a way to cut Dean loose and get him to hospital himself. And with the evening light waning--
He took off his jacket and shirt, leaving himself his tee shirt--then gingerly arranged the coat over Dean to protect him somewhat against the gathering damp. His shirt he bunched up, placing it under Dean’s chin to keep his head up a bit. He forced Dean to make eye contact—
“Dean…Dean—“

“…mmhmm….”

“Ok Dean—I’m gonna go to the car. I’ll only be gone for a little while—don’t try to speak—be still. --I'll be right back—“

Dean nodded slightly, and whispered “…not going anywhere…” managing a wan smile at the irony.

Sam took off down the slope toward the car.

Dean, alone for the moment,—and free of any audience, -gave in to the pain that was threatening to rob him of breath and will-- allowing himself the dubious luxury of crying out loud. He had held back in front of his younger sibling—didn’t want to deepen the panic he saw in those eyes—But goddamn,-- it hurt---it hurt-- He couldn’t move or breathe without suffering the arrows excruciatingly invasive presence. He wanted to claw it out somehow,--anything—just get it out. He was glad he didn’t have a gun within reach—it would have been damned tempting….


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I'll update in a cupla days ---if i don't smack into a tree tonight.....

Oh My God!! my poor dean, stay with us you will be fine. This has kept me on the edge of my seat.cant wait for more.
becs xx

Poor Poor Poor dean.
Sure you'll be okay... sammy will be back.
Can't wait for next update.

WHAT?
nooo update now
i'll go skiing for you!! HAHAHA
but seriously..i will. LOL
OMGAH DEAN
I LOVE YOU SOO *cuts arrow off and nurses him back to health in my so-not-skimpy (hah totally skimpy) nurse's outfit
deannnnn!!! beee okayyy!!!

Oh my god,poor poor Dean. Please update soon!!

Nickie

Looking forward to tonight's episode. Still a battle between me and the two hockey fans--i'm out-numbered. Watched the preview---Dean as wolf-chow???

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He was glad he didn’t have a gun within reach—it would have been damned tempting….
PART9


The sun was now very low on the horizon—Sam had a hard time seeing where he was going. In a short time—it seemed an eternity-- he reached the impala, and opened the trunk—rooting through til the suitable implement revealed itself. He grabbed the first aid kit and a blanket. Found Dean’s silver flask—testing the contents to make sure there was something stiffer than holy water in it.

He attempted to retrace his steps, but the darkness was deepening—long shadows confused his path. For a panicky moment he thought he’d lost his way. But the dead birch—his landmark—glowed ghostly silver in the half-light.



He found Dean exactly as he’d left him—checked to make sure his pulse was still regular. Dean was starting to shiver from shock and blood loss. Sam’s heart ached at the struggling sound of his breathing. He knew he had to get him out of here fast.

He arranged the blanket around his brother’s form, trying to support the injured knee as best as he could as well. Dean barely acknowledged the attention—his strength was ebbing alarmingly…

Sam collected his thoughts for a second—planning his next motions to minimize their painful impact.
There was so little room to maneuver between Dean’s back and the tree. He would have to force his hand, and the tool, between them. He knew that meant sliding Dean’s body forward on the arrow shaft, --shuddered to think how much that would hurt him--but there was no other choice. He debated whether to warn him, or just do it.

He decided on both. But first---

“Dean…Dean, look at me.” (he tried to focus) “Drink some of this---“
Dean swallowed the whiskey gratefully, --a few choking sips. It gave him a bit of comforting warmth. He turned his hand in a thumbs-up gesture.

Then, resting Dean’s head on his shoulder again—he said:

“I’m gonna cut you loose now, Dean---do you understand?”

“yeah…”…he whispered,---shutting his eyes tightly. -- Figured the drink had strings attached…..

Sam carefully forced his hand between the trunk and Dean’s back again—once more feeling his brother stiffen in a painful shudder.---He closed his own eyes, held his breath,--- and pulled Dean slightly towards him, until he had just enough room to slide the side cutters in between.
He could feel Dean’s breath quicken-- his ragged gasp. Sam knew that would have been a scream if Dean had been able. Dean’s weak grip tightened and clutched at Sam’s shirt—but he forced himself to ignore it, -pushing the tool further, until he felt the open blades contact the shaft.--- He squeezed the handles , feeling the crunch of the graphite—crushing through until the blades met,--and then Dean was free.

Dean slumped forward with a shuddering sob, his body going slack against Sam. Sam mumbled reassurances and comforts while he held him there—as much for himself as for his brother --unsure if Dean was hearing them. He took the wadded shirt and pressed it to the wound on his back, which was now bleeding heavily.
-Carefully, he laid him down on his side on the leaves.. Finding the first aid kit—he pulled out tape and a thick cotton pad—then raised Dean’s layers of clothing,--steeling himself to see where all that blood was coming from.
Locating the sticky, splintered end, he pressed the pad over it, taping it tightly in place. Dean didn’t react this time.

Sam took a second to clear the sweat and tears from his own eyes., --his tee-shirt and hair were damp from the stress. He allowed himself a good draught from Dean’s flask.,--worrying over the approaching dusk.

He stood up. Surveyed his earlier path to the car—tried to remember the rise and fall of the terrain. The last thing he wanted to do was dump Dean onto the rocky ground in the process of carrying him to the impala. And he knew that Dean, --although shorter than he, --was fit, and carried the weight of muscle on his frame—it would be tough to carry him the full distance.

Dean was out of it, thank God. He didn’t respond to the jarring of the protruding arrows as Sam carefully gathered him up in his arms, tipping his body towards his own, trying to keep Dean’s head from lolling back—he didn’t want to add being brained by a tree to Dean’s list of woes.

Sam picked his way carefully—following his mental breadcrumb trail,--. all the while, listening tensely to his brother’s erratic breathing. —His arm muscles burned and trembled. On the verge of losing it, he snorted a laugh over the remembered words from that old song….
“He Ain’t Heavy”-- my ass…” he thought. That guy from the Hollies never tried to carry his brother a half-mile through rocky, slippery forest in the bloody dark. There were more efficient ways to carry someone, he knew—but none of them accommodated a victim who had arrows sticking out, back and front. He paused occasionally, dropping down to one knee to recharge his faltering muscles. He could see the light of the car now—he’d left the door open for that reason.

Without warning, Sam’s feet slid out from under him and he landed hard on his hip, -bludgeoning his elbow on the rocks,--just managing to keep Dean from taking a header out of his arms. Swearing, he got back up to his knees, panting.
He didn’t realize he was squeezing Dean so tightly to himself until he heard him groan –

“---crushing me—“

Sam relaxed his grip a little. “Sorry, bro.” (still alive, still alive…) “Almost there—“

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sigh---back to work.
ps--thanks again for reading.

WOW!!!

I've just find it and its great, please update soon!!!!!! :cheer

what it's going to happen with poor Dean :cry he is suffering so much :(

and Sammy is so worry, he's gotta find a hospital soon!!!


GREAT STORY!!!!!

NEED AN UPDATE :cheer :cheer