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Fly Away

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Sam sighed, wondering how much time had passed. His head rested against the wall and he closed his eyes, he was so incredibly tired but he couldn’t fall asleep. He needed a plan and he needed one now. Since that little bitch had left after burning Dean, she hadn’t come back and neither had that yellow eyed bastard. It was just him and Dean and they needed to get out before either of them came back to do anything else to his already injured brother.

“How’s your arm?” Sam asked and when he received no reply he lifted his head and looked across the room. Dean’s head was dropped against his chest and Sam could only tell he was breathing by the sudden shuddering breath that made the hairs on the back of Sam’s neck stand on end, “Hey! Dean! Wake up! I know you’re tired but you are scaring the hell out of me here!”

Another shuddering breath was his only reply and Sam pulled anxiously at his chains, raising his voice even more, “DEAN!”

And then he thought he saw Dean wince and lift his head a little, “Wha?”

“You fell asleep… Goddamn it Dean! You just… you had me worried, okay?”

“Sorry… just so tired.” Dean blinked his eyes and looked over at his brother, “How you feeling?”

“Not even half as crap as you are. How’s the arm?”

“I’ll live.”

“That’s not funny. Not right now.”

“Dude… it was just a bit of pain, its fine now. I swear.” To prove his point, he flexed his fingers and rolled his wrist, “Now how’s that escape plan coming lil’ bro’?”

“I thought you were the one coming up with one.” Sam joked.

“Well then you better get cracking ‘cause not only am I cold and wet but I am freaking starving – you know I haven’t eaten since…? I don’t even know how long it’s been. Man I could use a nice juicy beef burger and oh yeah, a good cold beer.”

“If you’re that hungry you could gnaw your other arm off then you’d be free to get us out.”

“What? With no salt? Dude, I need my food salty.”

“No, you need your food greasy.”

“That’s true.”

“So I take it that’s a ‘no’ to that plan?”

“Err, nah. That’d be a ‘hell no’.”

“Okay then, plan B.”

“And what’s plan B?”

“I have no idea.” Sam snorted, glad to see his brother more awake and aware but that didn’t help the fact that they were both still chained up.

Dean nodded, not sure whether or not Sam could see, but if he was honest with himself, he did feel like crap. His throat felt sore, his head was bouncing, he was shivering from the cold and though his arm didn’t hurt, it did ache a little and it was only occasional, but every so often another drop of water would splash him in the face.

His weary eyes searched the ground nearby once more for anything that could be used as a weapon or as an aid for escape. He growled in frustration and looked over at his brother, noticing just how much closer the metal rod was.

“Sam… can you reach the rod with your legs?” He asked, trying to judge the distance between the rod and Sam.

Sam turned his head to the side to look at it, “I can try… but what the hell am I supposed to do if I can reach it?”

“Kick it over here.”

“What? Okay… yeah ‘cause that makes sense. I mean, it’s not like I might kick it too hard and it could hit you at a wrong angle or it might just stop in the middle of the floor and then neither of us will be able to use it.” Sam glared but shifted his body so he could try and drag the rod towards him.

“Way to be optimistic. Look, you get it over here and I could try and use it to help pull these shackles at the wall, you know, leverage an all that?”

“Wow, that’s two big words in one sentence, sure you’re not hurting your brain with all this thinking?” Sam groaned out, legs stretched searching the floor near the rod, making their way closer.

“You’re just jealous that your half beaten brother formed an actual plan before you, the college boy, had a chance.” Dean winced at the expression of strain of Sam’s face, realising just how much Sam was pushing himself. He was about an inch or two from the rod but he was already stretched out to what looked like the max.

Dean glanced towards the door, keeping an eye at for uninvited guests but when he heard the soft metal clunk he looked back towards Sam who had knocked the rod to the ground. Both brothers watched nervously as the rod rocked back and forth and prayed that it didn’t stray from Sam’s reach, Sam’s muscles strained as his foot tried to catch the rod and roll is towards him and after several intense seconds, both let out a sigh of relief as his foot dragged it back to him.

“Okay… now kick it over here.”

“I could maybe…” Sam started but he already knew what Dean’s reply would be.

“What? Try and twist it up using your legs so you can catch it and poke an eye out in the process. No way Sam. Now just kick it over.” Dean’s voice was stern but strained and Sam felt a pang of guilt for making his brother use any more energy than he needed to.

“Okay. But be ready ‘cause I’ll aim it a little off so I don’t hit you.”

“Just pass the damn thing already.” Dean growled and smirked when Sam did as he was told and the rod was sent flying a little to Dean’s left.

Dean gripped the end of the metal rod and lifted it clumsily; misjudging the weight he narrowly avoided the rod crashing down on his already throbbing skull. He refused to meet Sam’s eyes as he tried again, jamming the end of the rod into the loop that attached the shackles to the wall. He jiggled it a little before trying with all his strength to push and pull the shackles.

He groaned and cried out when the metal refused to budge but he tried again, putting even more heart into it. He only spared Sam a quick glance but in that glance he decided that they really needed to get out of here because he couldn’t stand watching Sam getting hurt just to get to him and he knew that Sam was getting sick of watching Dean in pain too. He raised the rod, slowly, as much as he could and he had to catch his breath as he felt a little dust fall from the wall and heard movement.

It was working. It was actually working. Few more tries and he might actually have it. Only problem was Dean didn’t know how many more tries he had left in him.

“Come on.” He pleaded as he jiggled at the rod again, “Come on. Come on.”

A little more shackle broke away from the wall but the movement caused the rod slip and this time Dean wasn’t quick enough as the rod opened a cut from just above his hairline to halfway down the edge of his face.

“Dean!” Sam called, unable to contain the worried cry.

“Damn it!” Dean cursed, letting the rod fall to the ground as he raised his hand to inspect the wound, “I’m okay Sammy. Just a flesh wound.”

“And you were on about me poking an eye out? Try taking your own advice.” Sam hissed.

“I’m fine.” Dean said, rubbing his hand along his jeans to rid it of any slippery blood. He took a deep breath and picked the rod back up, moving it back into place, “I’d say a couple more goes and I’ll be free. Then that’ll shut you up.”

“Be careful, okay?” Sam pleaded.

Dean just nodded and started back to work with the rod. It took nearly another fifteen minutes before the shackles brace broke away from the wall and Dean slumped to his side, breathing heavily. He grinned madly at Sam, trying to hide the pain he was in, and uttered a quiet ‘I told you so’ before his eyes slipped closed.

“Dean!” Sam cried out, “Come on! Don’t go to sleep on me now!”

Dean lifted a heavy eyelid and peered across the room, “So tired Sam.”

“I know but I promise to let you sleep for days, no weeks, as soon as we get out of here and into some place safe.”

“Really?” Dean opened both eyes and pulled himself up; one hand grabbed the rod whilst he used the other to push him to his feet. He stood for a moment, letting the dizziness settle before forcing his body to move across the room and towards Sam.

“Oh God. Dean, you look like death.” Sam gasped as his brother drew closer and fell to his knees in front of him. He merely waved a hand in dismissal before gripping the rod tightly and wedging it in place, just like he’d done with his own. He was as careful as he could be, trying not to catch Sam with the chains that still hung around one wrist.

He pushed and pulled the rod up, working on it from this angle was much easier – or at least it would have been if he hadn’t already used up most of his energy and was working on pure will alone. He took a deep breath, his chest shuddering as he did so, and heaved once more. The bracket came away a little and Sam pulled at his shackles, nearly laughing as the dust fell from the wall.

“Nearly there.” Dean muttered but the loud creaky noise made him freeze and as both brothers looked towards the now open door, Dean cursed out loud.

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