"I think the psychic backlash kinda over shot that Blink." Leah breathed.
"Really?" Sam replied at a pant as he watched her wrap her good arm around the post with a nervous glance down. Sam wasn't going to look down. He refused. He was having a hard enough time holding onto the beam as well, his arms wrapped around Leah as their was no way they could move apart in their present position.
"Yeah...just a guess." She whispered lulling her head backwards against his chest.
"Good guess." Sam breathed against the top of her head.
"So...uh." Leah wrapped her legs around the bottom half of the beam and felt Sam follow her movements with a wince. His legs wrapped around her legs as they both tried to keep their balance where they were. "Well..." She giggled nervously. "Guess it's not good to mention my fear of heights right about now."
"I think anyone would be a little scared at the moment." Sam nodded against her as he avoided contact with his feet simply relying on the strength in the muscles of his thighs to hold himself in place around Leah.
"Or that...I 've got to pee." Leah sighed against the cold metal letting her head fall forward again.
"Yeah I could have done without knowing that." Leah felt Sam's smile against her cheek as he let his head fall forward as well.
"Good work with that whole locking the door in there by the way." Leah didn't know how long they could possibly hold on like this.
They were both still smoking from the fire's roar that occurred inside the incinerator just before she had grabbed Sam's arm feeling the blink coming on with a vengeance. "Thanks...not to bad yourself with the whole...pushing the button...did you see the cloud on the ceiling?"
"Yeah...lets never talk about that again...freaked me out." Leah nodded against the beam and Sam's head. "That was what they really look like?"
"That's what a whole room of them really looks like...next destination was hell." Sam replied easily as he tried to reposition himself against her. "Don't move...alright."
"Not going anywhere...trust me." Leah locked her arm around the beam tighter as she felt Sam shifting against her pushing himself up...trying to gauge their position.
"So if you had to guess..." Sam broke off as he reached for the beam above them. "Where would you say we were?"
"In hell." Leah didn't like the protectiveness of his arms leaving her. She felt exposed...like she could teeter and fall off at any moment.
"Leah...are you still drunk?" Sam paused as she replied with the explanation.
Leah looked down through the cross beams of the tower crane to the ground below. "No...I think I'm sobering up."
Sam felt the soft movement of her body beneath him as he raised up holding his place between the beams as he peered across the crane's top perpendicular to the box beyond the main column. He held on with his right hand and brought his left hand up to flag the controller sitting in the box. He knew from experience that Leah couldn't always control her blinks so he wasn't leaving the next move to chance. "You think Dean and Bobby made it out alright?"
Leah closed her eyes before nodding. Nothing like false hope in these sorts of situations, right? "I think so.. I hope so anyway. You guys obviously have done a lot.. so I'm going with Yes."
Sam smiled at that. He hoped she was right...prayed she was right. There had been a lot of agents in the building...surely though Dean and Bobby thought of something. Sam found his eyes drawn to the ground and felt his grip tighten as if by instinct. The thoughts of Dean and Bobby would have to take a back seat for the moment as he tried to find a way out of this. The people below looked like ants ...and the cars...they were tiny along the strip of road that ran in front of the high rise that was being constructed at their backs. He closed his eyes with a sniff trying to still his nerves. "Yeah...you're right." The sound of his own voice in his ears seemed to help the spinning to stop a moment. "Ok so..."
"You ever blinked into a position like this before?" Did it really matter if she had? Maybe he was just trying to keep her talking...making sure she was not unconscious below him. Sam opened his eyes and saw the controller rising in the seat across the way picking up his radio...screaming into the radio. "Looks like we got noticed."
"God no.. Never. Ever. I would've died." Leah said, looking straight ahead as she resisted the urge to look down. 'Yeah, that'd be real smart.' She thought. "Of course, I'm not dead yet.. Oh Thank God, Allah and Buddha. Thank everyone and everything. We might actually get out of this one."
"Don't count your blessings yet." Sam heard the man try to scream something out the control box to him but he couldn't make it out over the wind and the distance in between. Sam motioned to his ear and shook his head trying to let the man know that he couldn't hear him. The man nodded that he understood and started with a play at charades to explain what was going on. Sam narrowed his eyes as the man began to wave his arms around his head. Sam shook his head in confusion. "Leah you know what this guys trying to say and hold on I got to lower myself down or I'm going to lose my balance. Just take a look straight ahead he's the one waving his arms over his head like a lunatic."
"Yeah. Gotcha. Alright." She looked at the guy and tried to make out what he was saying. "I'm lost." Continuing to study him, Leah was starting to get a little woozy from blood loss and the height.
Sam felt Leah's body sway slightly beneath him as he lowered his body back over hers and wrapped himself around her and the beam carefully trying to still the both of them into a stable sort of position.
"What's new?" He smiled against her cheek at her lost statement. "Hang in there. I guess that's the universal sign for helicopter...or you lost your hat...not really sure. I doubt they expect us to climb down this thing...and it doesn't look like they can move up around to a safer drop point..." That was all Sam could put together. They had to be making a Medivac out of here.
"Leah...look don't pass out alright...you go I go kinda thing here. So now would be a good time to keep talking." Sam tried to avoid her broken arm as he moved but felt the blood soaking into his sleeve and winced for her and the pain shifting through him. "Maybe we can work on the story we're going to feed these guys...cause I doubt they believe we climbed up here in our condition."
"Oh ha. Ha. I know, I know, but I'm not going to pass out. I'm too stubborn for that sorta thing. Willpower triumphs over all and that sorta stuff." Leah paused for a second. "Uh.. I'm going with Satanic Death Cult." There... That oughta get the conversation going.
"Satanic Death Cult?" Sam froze. He couldn't stop himself as he felt the laugh reverberate through his chest. "I gotta hear this...exactly what happened with this Satanic Death Cult to land us up here? They throw us out of a plane? Obviously they tortured us first..." Sam laughed again and suddenly drew in a sharp breath when the action caused them to shift slightly.
"Yeah.. What else do Satanic Death Cults do with their hapless victims? Torture then, toss 'em out of a plane. That's what I'd do." She tried her damndest to steady them as they shifted around.
"Well at least you've thought it out...They must have done it in early when no one was around to see. I'm pretty sure the construction crew would have noticed a plane...we can't really go with this story can we ? I mean can you actually say Satanic Death Cult with a straight face?"The sound of an aircraft of some sort sounded in the distance.
"Maybe." Leah said suggestively. "We can't go with 'we passed out at the bar and woke up here, hanging around', can we? Although we could work that angle... Memory loss would be good... Maybe." She said thoughtfully, still hanging on.
"Memory loss...yeah...how did we hang on while we were unconscious...before we woke up here? They'd expect us to remember something...we can play on some memory loss...but not a whole lot. We just have to make sure we are saying the same thing. Because unless we figure out a good reason they are going to separate us real quick." Sam fell silent as he felt the wind pick up around them from the approaching aircraft. He held on. "We'll have to think of it quick too...God I hope you can lie convincingly. We're about to have company."
"I think I got a little bit. I'll follow your lead though." Leah said, an idea forming in her head. "And as for my lying habits... I lie very convincingly. A talent I got from my momma." Leah said, proudly, her head starting to spin.
Sam furrowed his brows wondering what she was cooking up in that brain of hers. Just the thought of it caused him to worry...he'd known her what...all of five hours and he couldn't even pin down one thing about her save that she was at least mostly insane. So whatever it was...it was sure to take him off guard. At least she was following his lead though. "Figured is runs in the family." Sam called next to her ear as the sound of the helicopter above them began to drown everything else out.
As if out of no where a man was lowered down hanging onto a basket with a couple of harnesses and ropes. "Stay Calm! I'm here to help you." The man called out as he swung over to the Crane frame pulling the basket with him. "I'm going to have to take you up one at a time! Sir, You're going to have to go first."
Sam looked over his eyes narrowed to avoid the wind coming off the blades above them. "She can't hold on very well...hers arms broken!" Sam screamed back at him. "Can you take her first?"
"I'm ok, Honey! I can hold on a little longer!" Leah screamed, her voice filling with desperation. "Just go quickly!"
"I'm sorry the way you two are positioned you have to go first. I'll get you in the basket and stay here with her. She's not going to fall...understand?" The man pulled out the first harness and began to wrap it around Sam wedging his hand between the two of them to push the clasps into place.
Sam was beginning to pick up on her plan with the honey remark. It might actually work in keeping them together more then not...but this was going to be one tough sell...they would have to be absolutely hysterical about being separated. No time like the present to start. "You're going to be alright Sugar Bear...you hear me...you just hang on here. I'm not going far. I promise." Sam kissed her cheek as the man gave the harness a tug to make sure it was in place tightly. God this was so not right. "I ...I don't know if I can leave her!" Sam called out in his best I'm near hysterical voice...as he worked on getting the tears in place.
"I know. I know, baby! We're going to be ok.. We're going to be ok, I think! Just don't go far, honey... I- I- " Leah trailed off, getting more hysterical, but keeping a tight grip on where she was hanging.
"Ma'am It's going to be alright." Their rescuer secured his hold on her as he wrapped the second harness around her before looking to Sam still half way on top of her. "Sir she's going to be just fine...I'm not leaving her...We've just got to get you clear before we can pull her up...so the faster you get on board that Chopper the faster we can get her up there." Sam took a moment to let his hysteria fad a bit and finally nodded. "Good. Now I just need you to step into the basket and sit down." The man held it in place and waited for Sam to climb inside and settled before he gave the basket operator a thumbs up.
"Pumpkin, You hang in there!" Sam screamed the whole way up until his voice faded into the sound of the chopper before he was pulled into the vehicle and the basket was lowered back down.
"Oh, I'm hanging... I'm hanging!" She yelled.
"She's so brave." Sam got out in tears to the men now trying to look him over...checking the extent of the damage to him as he tried to get fully into this performance.
The rescuer pulled the basket in and took Leah by her good arm. "Alright miss it's your turn." He helped her to her feet holding tight to her as he noticed the pallor to her skin from the blood loss and tightened his hold on her. "We're both getting in the basket and then we're heading up that chopper then to the hospital...that's it. It's easy...you can do this." He held the basket in place and simultaneously tried to help her into it.
"O-Okay.. Okay.. Baby?" She asked, looking around now that she was safe. "Is he ok?" Leah asked frantically.
The rescuer nodded from his corner of the small basket as he held her in place looking up to their next stop. "I'm sure he's fine. You're both probably in a bit of shock...but you're going to be fine. He's going to be fine."
Sam fought the men trying to help him off of him as soon as Leah was out of the basket and frantically fought the pain wavering through him to get to her and drag her into his arms, desperately, his tears looking as real as he could get them. This was so much easier with Dean. They knew what the other was going to say before it was out of their mouth. "Oh God. Honey." Sam's body wracked with the joyful sobs of relief as he finally whispered in her ear. "You are nuts...brilliant...but nuts." Sam pulled back wiping at his eyes. "It's all over Sweety...we're going to be alright."
Leah wanted to laugh. But that would've really thrown off the act, so she started happily sobbing, wrapping her good arm around his waist and settling in the crook of his neck. "Oh God. Oh God.. I thought.. Oh God... We're ok... We're ok..." She said, almost chanting it like a mantra. "Oh, baby, I love you so much.." She blurted out.
Sam wrapped his arm around her again as the rescue men began to try and assess their conditions. He refused to let go of her even when they asked them too forcing them to work on the two of them still huddled together, now laying on the floor of the chopper. 'Dean I hope you're alright.' Sam thought to himself before planting another kiss on Leah's forehead and giving her good arm a rub. "I love you too, baby."
"Hanover Fire department." Captain Randolph closed the refrigerator to answer the phone and yawned the greeting into the receiver. "On our way." he hung up the phone and stared at the sandwich on the counter a moment in shock. For a small town he'd almost completely forgotten that they had HAZMAT gear. In fact he only remembered one other time that they had gotten called in in full gear and that was a decade ago.
Randolph cursed under his breath before he slammed his hand into the alert button and the sirens through out the building began to go off bringing the station to life. He grabbed the station intercom and pressed the button that allowed his voice to flood the station before he called out. "HAZMAT gear required for classification 6.1. That's Air born contamination, poison in nature guys. I need extra oxygen loaded on the trucks. This is not a drill."
"You know you're the poster boy for denial." Dean spoke up from the back of the cruiser looking to Hendrickson and his partner. Both sitting beside the men that had been called in to drive them all to Hanover General Hospital. "You saw them Hendrickson...we all saw them...everyone saw them...that was not some bio weapon hallucinogen. Why can't you just admit that it's possible that things you can't explain exist?"
"Shut up Winchester." Hendrickson called out his hand covering his eyes from the bright noonday sun.
"Oh come on." Dean kicked at the back of the seat in frustration. "They are going to pump us full of anti whatevers for no reason! There is nothing wrong with your team!" Dean called out.
Hendrickson rounded over his head rest and glared back at Dean. "I said to shut up! There was something in the air that effected my men...me... something that you did...and as soon as they have evidence of it. I'm adding Bioterrorism to your warrants."
"You have go to be kidding me...there was no gaseous hallucinogens!" Dean screamed at him.
"Tell that to your brother! Whatever he was on caused him to incinerate himself!" Hendrickson shot back.
"You son of a bitch!" Dean slammed his foot down into the back of Hendrickson's seat and saw the man's body move forward and then pitch to the side into the door. "Don't you talk about my brother!"
"Pull over!" Hendrickson yelled out in rage.
"Bring it on!" Dean called in knowing that the man wanted to beat the holy crud out of him for that jolt...but he wasn't about to back down even as confined as he was.
"Hendrickson, You aren't in control of this team at the moment and whatever this substance is could still be effecting your judgement. I refuse to pull over to allow you to accost the prisoner." The police officer driving replied steadily. "Mr. Winchester you will quiet down however or I will be forced to subdue you...understand?"
Dean glared back without a reply. 'Yeah right'- he would calm down.