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Hanging Hills
Chapter 19
Summary: ‘If a man shall meet the Black Dog once, it shall be for joy; if twice, it shall be for sorrow; and the third time, he shall die.’ The Winchesters come face to face with the infamous Black dog of hanging hills. Who said dog is man’s best friend?
Dean bit his lip to keep a whimper from escaping as the ice cracked further and a particularly long crack wound itself between his knees. ‘Sam.’ He looked up at his brother, suddenly wanting his little brother to tell him what to do.
‘Dean you need to very slowly stand up.’ Sam whispered, as though speaking loudly would make the ice cave.
Dean frowned. ‘You think I would have if I could.’
Sam edged forward and he scanned the ice, lifting Dean’s flashlight which he had found flickering in the snow. ‘There, to your right, it’s a bright white patch of ice, which means it’s thicker, can you shimmy over to it.’
Dean followed the beam of light and edged a little way, the ice cracked further and Dean stilled. ‘Sam that’s not going to work. I must have weakened it when I landed on the ice.’ Dean said softly. He shook his head and bracing his hand on the ice he slowly pushed upwards, trying to bring his feet underneath him. Both brothers tensed as they heard the cracking of the ice.
‘Dean stop!’ Sam barked.
Dean did, and the creaking of the ice stilled also. Once the creaking settled, Dean attempted again to get to his feet. Sam watched with frantic eyes as Dean stood up straight, arms waving almost comically as he did.
‘Where did you say?’ Dean asked.
‘Right.’
‘Yours or mine?’ Dean scanned the surface but without Sam’s light it was hard to tell.
‘Your right.’ Sam told him, lifting the light as he spoke to illuminate the darker patch of ice.
Dean nodded and took a step to the right, as before his foot slid on the ice and he waved his hands trying to stop himself from falling. Sam held his breath, only releasing it as Dean managed to keep himself upright. ‘Where now.’
Sam moved closer to the edge of the Lake, his injured foot trailing slightly behind. With arm over his head he illuminated the ice. ‘Move forward a few steps.’ He hissed and rubbed at his head.
‘You okay?’ Dean called, eyes trying to focus on both the ice and his brother.
‘I’ll be fine….head hurts a lot.’
‘I bet it does, when did you have your last pain killer.’
‘Bit off the topic at the moment Dean.’
Dean nodded and looked down; he placed his foot on the thick bit ahead of him, testing it, before putting his whole weight on it. Both brothers hissed as the ice groaned beneath him. ‘Sam?’ He looked up and smiled reassuringly at Sam. ‘Just keep looking for where to step.’
Sam nodded and studied the ice. ‘Take two steps forward and then sidestep right then forward three steps.’ Sam instructed, he wiped a hand across his eyes and shaking his head he waited for Dean to follow his advice.
Dean nodded and followed it up to the sidestep right. Then Sam groaned and his eyes snapped over to look at his younger sibling. ‘Sam?’
Sam flung a hand to his head and stepped back as his head throbbed needlessly, his body decided it had, had enough and he went down hard, his ankle at an odd angle beneath him. He cried out and gripped it tight. The flashlight fell from his hand and went out as the button hit the ice and rolled outwards onto the lake, leaving the brothers with only the moonlight to see.
‘Sam!’ Dean forgot the next part and instead of going forward he sidestepped one more time, he moved forward without checking the ground beneath him and his foot fell through the ice, he slammed down onto his stomach. ‘Shit.’ Dean felt like he’d been punched in the gut, the impact with the ice had been hard.
Sam pushed past the pain and reached for the light. ‘DEAN!’ He had heard the splash.
‘I’m okay; it was my foot….you alright.’
‘Yeah.’
‘Liar.’ He heard Dean wheeze.
‘Can you see my flashlight.’ Sam asks.
‘No can you see my flashlight.’ Dean snarks.
‘I wouldn’t have asked if I could.’ Sam almost laughs, he tries to rise, but he cries out instead.
‘What is it?’ Dean’s concerned voice echoes over the stillness of the lake.
‘I think I’ve made my ankle worse and my head, man I feel like it’s splitting.’
‘See if you had waited until you were feeling better this wouldn’t have happened.’ Dean snaps and Sam’s eyes widen as he hears a cracking sound.
‘Dean was that you.’ Sam pulls himself forward, until he feels the ice beneath his hand. He doesn’t get an answer. ‘Dean answer me!’
‘Sorry, I’m kinda trying to limit what I do Sam…I’m on thin ice.’
‘Serious…what happened to the instructions I gave you.’
‘Well that kinda left my mind when you decided to go all fair maiden on me.’ Dean chuckles and another crack sounds, Dean’s chuckle immediately dies on his lips. Dean took a deep breath and pushed upward, the ice under his right hand gives way and he yells out as the icy water covers his hand.
As the light illuminates the surface, Sam looks up to see Dean straight ahead from him, a good ten steps away. Dean’s moss green eyes look almost jade green in the bright light. ‘Dean.’ Sam shines the light and notices the ice he is on, is much thicker than the area that Dean is kneeling on. Gritting his teeth he starts pulling himself gingerly along the ice.
‘Sam what are you doing, get back!’ Dean waves his hand angrily at him.
‘Dean, if I can get close enough, you can grab my hand and I can pull you onto the thicker part.’
‘But you’re not, you are going to turn around and get onto land.’ Dean hissesd
Sam pauses and he is now only about an arms length from him and noting the ice thinning, he can’t go any further. ‘Dean edge forward, and reach for my hand.’ Sam extends his hand and waits for Dean to grab it.
‘You know when we get back to the hospital I am going to beat some sense into you.’ Dean snaps, but he still edges slowly towards him.
‘You won’t beat me.’
‘Wanna bet.’ Dean says seriously as he slides a little more towards Sam.
‘You wouldn’t hurt me while I’m injured, idle threats Dean.’ Sam smirks and Dean reaches out and grabs his hand.
‘Fuck.’ Dean brought his free hand up and wraps it around Sam forearm, as Sam pulls he does too.
Sam scrabbles back, trying desperately to pull his brother’s lower half from the water. ‘Dean!’ Sam’s eyes roll up as his ribs feel as though they’re burning.
‘P…p…pull Sam.’ Dean adjusts his grasp on Sam’s arms and pulls on them, trying to lever his lower half out, but the water is dragging at his clothes and he is finding that with Sam battling against his pain, he is slipping.
‘My ribs….’
‘You can….d….do it.’
Sam nods and tightening his grip on Dean, he moves onto his knees, so his trousers create some friction, shuffling back he pulls again, Dean’s hand leaves his wrist and plants on the ice, digging his nails into the frozen ground he pushes against it and gives a small laugh as he rises from the water a little. ‘That’s…it….k…ke…keep going….S…s…am.’
Sam nods and moves his hands so they’re wrapped around Dean’s upper arms, and Dean moves his hand so it is in the same place on Sam’s arm.
Together they pull against one another, Sam to bring Dean towards him and Dean to pull himself towards Sam, he can feel the stabbing pains in his legs ceasing as he slowly rises from the water and then finally his knees hit the edge of the ice. ‘Sam.’ Dean laughs and as Sam gives one final yank on his arms, his knee plants itself on the top surface, followed quickly by the other, Dean lets go of Sam and crawls closer to his brother, before despite the numbness in his legs he grips Sam’s arms and help him to his feet.
Sam heaves a sigh of relief but neither brother speak until they’re feet step off ice and onto firm ground.
‘You okay.’ Sam whispers.
‘No….are you.’
‘No.’ Sam lays back and turns his head. ‘Dean the flashlight.’
‘Doesn’t…m...m…matter.’ Dean says through chattering teeth and pointing upwards Sam can see the barest hint of the sun as it starts to lift upwards into the dark sky.
‘Come….on get up.’ Dean crawls over to Sam.
‘Why.’ Sam mumbles, peering up through half closed eyes.
‘Cause…I’m…f….fr…freezing.’
Sam jolts up and looks at Dean, his brother is soaking wet from boots to just below his belly button. ‘Dean?’
Dean stumbles towards the remaining snow mobile and turns the key, to his relief it jumps to life. ‘C…come….on.’ Dean strides back to Sam and pulling his arm over his shoulder’s he helps him to the snow mobile, planting him on the seat, before climbing in front of him.
‘We need to dry you off.’
‘C…clothes….i…i…in imp…impala.’ Dean tells him.
Sam closes his eyes and without realising falls forward, his chin hitting Dean’s shoulder, he feels Dean bring an arm round and grab him just above the waist, fingers digging into his jacket and knows he’s steadying him, and Sam doesn’t have the energy to pull himself upright. He feels the hum of the snow mobile under him and its starts to move, but Dean’s hand is still there, holding him steady.
‘Dean.’ Sam mumbles and opens his eyes, he blinks several times before he realises that first it’s daylight, well just, the orange, gold and red of the sunrise is still mixed with the blues of the sky.
Dean grins and holds Sam still as he climbs from the snow mobile, waiting until Sam is alert again. It doesn’t take long and Sam is soon sitting upright. ‘Where….’
‘We’re at the impala, you zoned out just before we left the lake.’
‘How did you….with me….’ Sam frowns and then realises frowning isn’t good and groaning he rubs at his head.
‘Let’s just say it took awhile.’ Dean slowly backs off and pops the trunk of the impala. He pulled out a pair of jeans and a towel and he pulls open the back door of the car and sitting down he pulls his boots, socks and jeans off, leaving him sitting in his boxers. ‘Watch the road Sam. Don’t want to be caught with me pants down.’ Dean smirks, he rubs the towel over his reddened legs, trying to warm them, and only when he’s satisfied does he put on the dry pair and a new pair of socks, though his boots are soaked he chucks those on too. ‘Okay sunshine; let’s get you back to the hospital.’
‘Dean what’s the point.’ Sam groans as Dean lifts him from the snow mobile.
‘That’s the point you’re going back …no arguments.’
‘Dean….’
‘Yeah Sammy.’ Dean slams the passenger door shut behind his brother and runs round to the others side.
‘Do you think it worked?’ He yawns.
‘I hope so….I mean I’m still alive aint I.’
‘Yeah….but you know, we have to watch the area now right….you know, just in case.’
‘I know Sam.’ Dean frowns, backing out onto the road and turning it back towards the hospital.
‘How’s your legs.’ Sam asks.
‘Cold and stiff.’
‘Doctor will have to check them.’
‘They’re fine Sam.’ Dean sighs as he drives down the road.
‘And you’re shoulder.’
‘Throbbing but again fine.’ Dean glances in the wing mirror of his car door and the hills of the mountain behind him. He glances towards Sam and smiles, and shakes head, Sam’s fast asleep, head leaning on the window, one hand wrapped around his ribs, the other hanging off the seat.
‘Yeah but it’s what you live for.’ Sam joked and closed his eyes.
Dean laughed and turned his eyes back to the road, Sam didn’t know how true that statement really was.
‘Yeah but its policy.’ The nurse shook her head and smiled at Dean, Sam had been edgy for the three extra days they had made him stay after the runaway returned.
‘Well it’s a stupid one…ow Dean.’ Sam rubbed at his arm where his brother had just hit him.
‘Be nice to the lady Samuel.’ Dean flashes the nurse one of his charming smiles.
Samuel. Sam mouthed, receiving a sharp slap to the base of his head. ‘Okay enough, don’t you think I’ve been bashed about enough?’
The wheelchair finally stopped and Sam jumped out the sit and moved to the car, he still had a hint of a limp, but he was walking strongly, evident by his hurried march to the Impala.
‘Thanks Sophie.’ Dean grinned and ran after his younger brother.
Dean climbed in the driver’s seat and looked at his brother. ‘Ready to go.’
‘I was ready two days ago.’
‘Hey, that'll teach you to run up a mountain injured won’t it.’
‘I really hate you sometimes you know that.’
Dean laughed, but his laugh was cut off as his brother pulled something from his jacket and swung it in his face. ‘No way.’
‘Nope, Doctors orders Dean.’ Sam smirked as Dean grabbed the sling looking at it.
‘But Sam…’
‘No buts Dean, sling on now!’ Sam watched with glee as Dean slipped the sling over his head. ‘Don’t worry Dean it’s only for two weeks.’ And that look from Dean was all it took for the laughter to erupt.
Dean turned the ignition. ‘I’m throwing you back down that mountain.’ Dean grumbled, pulling out of the parking spot, with Sam’s chuckles still ringing through the car.
END
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As of yet I have no ideas for a new story, but one will hit me soon so watch out for a story in the near future.
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