Lonely Are The Brave (Sneak Peek)
Darkness engulfed them. They couldn’t see. They couldn’t breathe. Immobilized with terror, rooted to where they stood. The dark, heavy hot cloud hung over them, filing the hall and then as soon as it began, it ended. With blinding and searing light the cloud vanished, knocking them back into the stones.
Sam winced as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. His head pounded and he was pretty sure he cracked a few ribs. Blinking rapidly, clearing away the dust, he immediately looked for his brother. With his breathing less than comfortable he stood up and scanned the nearby surroundings.
“Dean?” Sam was surprised when his voice came out croaky. He must’ve been unconscious for hours. Grimacing, holding his sprained left arm close to his side, he called out again. Nothing. His heart, already beating fast, began to pound at his chest and his adrenaline started to pump rapidly.
“Dean!” he hollered again into the rumble surrounded him. He walked into the long hallway and then halted, listening to closely. A groan. Sam rushed toward the faint noise, breathing hard, ignoring the almost blinding pain in his sides. He skidded to his knees at the pile of rubble atop of his older brother. “Dean..hold on…!” Sam said, his voice trembling with a mix of relief and fear.
With the rubble off of his brother, Sam looked at the state his brother was in. Dean had a severe laceration to his leg and was still bleeding profusely and Sam figured with the impact of the fall, Dean would definitely have a concussion and some cracked ribs too.
Dean blearily opened his eyes and then they widened with fear and his tried to scoot back.
“Dean-Dean calm down..” Sam looked around wildly and then his heart plummeted. His eyes must be black. He closed them and opened them slowly and looked at Dean, who closed his eyes, his breathing ragged.
Grimacing as he stood, Sam lowered his good arm to Dean. There was a moment. A moment of hesitance. A moment of fear in Dean’s eyes before he finally took his younger brothers’ hand.
Together the hobbled out of the convent, Sam supporting Dean against him...
Sam winced as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. His head pounded and he was pretty sure he cracked a few ribs. Blinking rapidly, clearing away the dust, he immediately looked for his brother. With his breathing less than comfortable he stood up and scanned the nearby surroundings.
“Dean?” Sam was surprised when his voice came out croaky. He must’ve been unconscious for hours. Grimacing, holding his sprained left arm close to his side, he called out again. Nothing. His heart, already beating fast, began to pound at his chest and his adrenaline started to pump rapidly.
“Dean!” he hollered again into the rumble surrounded him. He walked into the long hallway and then halted, listening to closely. A groan. Sam rushed toward the faint noise, breathing hard, ignoring the almost blinding pain in his sides. He skidded to his knees at the pile of rubble atop of his older brother. “Dean..hold on…!” Sam said, his voice trembling with a mix of relief and fear.
With the rubble off of his brother, Sam looked at the state his brother was in. Dean had a severe laceration to his leg and was still bleeding profusely and Sam figured with the impact of the fall, Dean would definitely have a concussion and some cracked ribs too.
Dean blearily opened his eyes and then they widened with fear and his tried to scoot back.
“Dean-Dean calm down..” Sam looked around wildly and then his heart plummeted. His eyes must be black. He closed them and opened them slowly and looked at Dean, who closed his eyes, his breathing ragged.
Grimacing as he stood, Sam lowered his good arm to Dean. There was a moment. A moment of hesitance. A moment of fear in Dean’s eyes before he finally took his younger brothers’ hand.
Together the hobbled out of the convent, Sam supporting Dean against him...