Rescue Mission 5/5

[soncnica]

Title: Rescue Mission 5/5, THE END
Author: soncnica
Rating: PG-13
Genre/pairing: gen, h/c
Characters: Dean, Sam, Bobby
Word count: cca. 3.368 this chapter, the whole story has around 13.041 words.
Summary: Dean has been kidnapped. Taken. Gone for four days and three nights. Sam's on it. He's gonna find him. He is. Just watch him. This continues my story Intro.
Spoilers: Umm for S4, S5. So if you haven't seen those seasons...
Warnings: Ummmm, none? If you find anything, do tell!
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is not mine!
A/N: I used Breaking Benjamin's song called 'Away' for, huh, idk how to call it... chapter descriptions, idk... those sentences in italics... idk, LOL but whatever you wanna call it, I do not own those.

 

Here we are… home…

"Almost… almost there… almost there."

Sam kept whispering to the top of Dean's head, while they were walking. Talking careful steps, mindful of each rock, stone, tree root, seeing nothing in front of them, but the corridor widening and the low light coming from the opening of the well illuminating their last few steps.

His brother smelled so bad.

Like road kill left on the side of the road under the scorching sun for way too long. Or maybe that wasn't his brother at all, but the place itself.

Whatever it was… it smelled really bad.

Just one more step and they were fully under the light of the well's opening.

It was still a summer night outside, full moon, bright stars, hot summer breeze, the smell of mold and death completely chased away by the smell of grass and flowers that was coming from the opening.

They were safe now.

Sam breathed in… one deep breath in and one deep breath out. Fresh air hitting his lungs was like a blessing, because his eyes were starting to well up with tears. The smell… was becoming too much. He was even more impressed with Dean now… how his brother managed to… no, he wasn't gonna go there. Not now.

He lowered Dean down to the ground, helped his brother slide down the moss covered wall. Dean hit the rocky floor with a grunt, raising his knees up to his chest… protecting himself.

Sam sighed. He didn't like this. Didn't like this at all. Dean was supposed to feel better after seeing the opening above him, he was supposed to be happy, he was supposed to show some signs of relief, he was supposed to say: "What now genius?" But there was nothing… nothing but an odd look in his eyes and his hand pressed to his stomach.

And as Sam sees it, he has two options; he can do this fast or he can do this slowly. He can rip Dean out of this place in a blink of an eye, or he can allow Dean to compose himself first and then get him out.

He opts for the latter. Why? Because his mind is working on pure instinct now. Allow Dean to get his bearings back, allow Dean to get some dignity back, allow Dean to rest a little. His feet weren't looking so good.

"Want some water?"

Dean coughed and placed his hands on his stomach: "Yeah."

"Okay, wait here."

"Where 'm I suppose to go, Sammy?"

He smiled and closed his eyes, needing to rest for just a little while. Just a second. His eyes were burning; he just needed a second to rest them.

"Yeah, well…" Sam didn't want to continue that sentence. Dean could go plenty of places right now if he just gives in, but Sam wanted him here. Nowhere else but right here.

Sam looked up; stretched his neck up to the sky, seeing stars flicker, seeing some tree branches move in the breeze, seeing a familiar shade move up above him, just before his eyes were almost burned by the bright light from the flashlight.

"Bobby!"

"Sam?"

"Water!"

"Dean, okay?"

"He's," Sam glanced down at his brother's form, looking so small, "alive!"

"Incoming!"

A bottle of clear water fell into Sam's awaiting hands and he gripped it with such strength that the plastic dented at his fingers. He was angry, scared and high on adrenaline.

"Got it!"

He yelled back up to where Bobby's head was covering the well's opening. In the bright light of the moon up high in the sky, he could almost make out the shape of Bobby's cap on his head.

"Here."

He crouched down before Dean, put his left hand on top of Dean's bend knee and offered him the bottle, trying really, really hard to ignore the bloody mess of fingers, when they gripped it.

"Small sips, yeah."

Dean looked at him, eyes flickering to something akin to fear and annoyance, but he tipped the bottle anyway and started drinking.

It was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted in his life… and it was just water, sweet, soft water running down his throat. So good.

He must've made a face, because Sam called him on it: "That good, huh?"

He nodded while still struggling with taking small sips, when all he wanted to do was drown down the whole bottle in one quick and long gulp.

"Dean, come on, enough."

He only made three sips when Sam stopped him. But Sam was right. It was enough. He could feel the water settle in his stomach. He could feel it everywhere in his body, even in his toes.

He handed the bottle back to Sam and let his head fall back to the wall, hitting a tree root protruding out of the stone there.

Sam tried so hard not to notice the bottle coming back bloodied.

He'll fix Dean's hands and everything, just as soon as they'll come out of the well. He will. No need to think about that right now.

He placed the bottle onto the floor, not caring about it anymore. He'd be back later to… do some damage to this place and no one will ever know anyone was down here.

He looked at Dean, just beginning to say: "Better?" when Dean lurched forward, head between his knees and threw up all the water he just drank. It went all over Sam's hoodie, his bare feet, Sam's shoes, his jeans… everywhere. Splashing onto the floor, like a waterfall.

"Crap, Dean…"

Sam jumped a little, scooted backwards to give his brother some space.

Humiliation. That what this was. Humiliation.

Fuck it… Sam's not real.

"You're not real, are you?"

Dean squeezed out through his teeth, his eyes fixed on the mess he had just made all over himself and the floor and Sam… but not Sam, because Sam's not real.

"Dean?"

The look Dean shot him with, told Sam that he should run away as fast as possible, because this could possibly end really bloody.

But the thing was… he had no where to run. The only thing he could do was …

… be pushed on his back, when Dean knocked him on the floor. It was just like before. Dean's green eyes flickering with fear, anger… his whole body and mind getting new resolve, new strength… Sam didn't know what hit Dean, but it felt like a train hit him.

"You're not real, you son of a bitch, you're not real, so stop fuckin' playing with me. STOP IT!"

Dean's eyes; sad, feral, angry, scared, everything at once.

His face; so angry, so scared. His mouth was still shining with the vomited water.

His body; shaking.

His brother was lost again. But this time, at least he wasn't trying to choke him.

"Dean, Dean, 'm real, as real as ever. Dean, look at me, Dean… man… I'm real."

Dean's hands released their grip on Sam's shirt a tiny bit, but the movement was there.

"Dean… come on. Trust me. Okay? Come on… Bobby's waiting."

It was seconds, or minutes or maybe even hours that Sam was pinned beneath his brother's body like that. Staring up at emotions brewing in Dean's eyes… flickering from one to another, one showing up, the other going away and again and again.

"Sam?"

"We're fine Bobby! Everything's fine!"

Quieter to Dean: "We're fine, right Dean? Come on man, let's get you out of here."

Sam didn't see it happen. He couldn't feel it happen. He couldn't have done anything to stop it from happening. It just happened.

One second, he was looking at Dean's eyes and the next one he was looking at the top of Dean's head, with his brother's nose digging sharply into his chest.

"Dean?"

Nothing, just some hot air hitting his wet shirt, sending goosebumps all over his body.

"Dean, get off of me, dude."

Nothing. And another deep breath from Dean.

"'m gonna crash your baby, I swear to God I will."

Nothing. And a breath.

Okay, something was wrong.

"Dean?"

He grabbed the hoodie on Dean's back and pushed his brother off of himself.

"Sam…"

Dean's voice was like sharp glass cutting into his ears.

"Yeah, Dean… just me. You gotta trust me, man. It's me. Okay? And 'm gonna get you out of here and we'll never come back here again. Okay? Just… trust me."

He lied. He will come back here. One day he will and he'll destroy this place using his bare hands if necessary.

They were laying beside one another, catching their breaths, shoulders touching, looking up at the well's opening and the stars painting the sky.

It was comfortable. It was painless. It was something that needed to be done. It was… taking their time to breathe and focus. It was… taking a second to just… not fall apart - again.

Dean broke the silence with a groan and a roll to his right side, away from Sam.

He pushed his hand into his stomach; the pain was getting unbelievable. It felt like someone was squeezing his insides, trying to get some juice out of them. Cramps of unimaginable proportions squeezing his muscles, his intestines, his whole body it seemed. It hurt, it burned, it was like his own body was trying to eat itself.

"Dean?"

Sam got up from the floor and reached out, turning Dean over onto his back, noticing again the way Dean's hand was pressed to his stomach and his legs were bent by the knees.

"You okay?"

He knows that's the most stupid question to ask someone who just… went through all that, but he really needs to know. If he wants to help Dean, his brother has to come clean.

Dean looked at him, his lips stretching into a smile: "Sam, oh Hell," another cramp hit him just then, and he had to take a deep breath, "no 'm not okay."

"What's wrong?"

"Stomach cramps," a deep breath, "son of a bitch, hurts like hell, man."

Breathing deeply… it doesn't help. Not really.

"Okay, okay… I know."

Sam knows. Dean's hungry and having hunger cramps, is just the body's way of saying 'feed me, ASAP'.

"No, you," a deep breath, "don't know, Sam."

Sam sighed. Dean was right. He doesn't know how much it hurts, but he knows that it can be fixed.

"Okay, let's get you out."

"Can't," deep breath, his face scrunching up in pain, "wait."

Sam stood up, cleaned his hands on his jeans and looked up to the well's opening to see Bobby nervously looking down at them.

Before he could yell up for some rope, Bobby already started talking: "You okay boys?"

"Yeah, everything's fine!"

"Dean, okay?"

"Yea…" he looked at Dean, still laying on the floor and noticed his eyes were closed.

"Dean?"

Nothing.

"Dean, come on man."

No, no, no…

"DEAN!"

He crouched down next to Dean's hip.

"Open your eyes, Dean!"

Nothing.

"Dean! Open them!"

Nothing.

"Dean!"

He pushed his fist up and down Dean's sternum, trying to wake him up, but all Dean did was groan and whimper and curl into himself some more.

Shit…

He got up from the floor and dragged his brother's boneless body to the wall and made him rest his back there.

"Bobby, rope!"

Sam yelled up and Bobby's head appeared by the opening, blocking the moon's light.

"Sam?"

"Rope, now!"

"Move!"

Sam moved to the side, allowing the rope to hit the ground.

"Dean's out, Bobby!"

The words echoed back to him, to haunt him… he really didn't need to hear them twice. Once was too many already.

"Great." Bobby mumbled to himself and adjusted his cap.

"I have another rope," he smiled, "never leave home without it!"

When the words reached Sam, he had to laugh. Bobby… always there to save their asses.

"Get it down here!"

The rope fell to the ground with a plop.

He took it in his hands, went to Dean, who was still slumped unconscious against the wall.

"Dean!"

Sam yelled and it got him nothing. Not even a groan or a grunt… just nothing.

"Okay, you want this to go down the hard way…"

He started wrapping the rope around Dean's waist, when he heard Dean coming back to the land of living.

"Dean?"

He paused, his hands halfway around his brother's waist.

"Get your hands off me, man…" Dean mumbled and moved his arms around as if trying to swat at a fly.

Sam huffed and smiled. He can play this with Dean… this 'you're not real… oh yes I am plus faint' game. He can, if that means that Dean will eventually start believing what Sam is telling him.

"Then do it yourself. We need to get up," he pointed up with his hand, "there."

Dean looked up and as much as he could see… there was someone up there, blocking his view of the stars.

His eyes widened.

"Dean? You okay?"

"Sammy, they're back."

He whispered under his breath and pushed himself further into the wall.

"It's just Bobby. 's okay."

Dean shook his head, his hands sliding up and down the wet walls, his fingers chipping off some moss. His eyes were wide, his breathing fast, almost on the edge of hyperventilating, his feet scrambling on the floor, trying to push himself into the wall, or so it seemed.

"Dean!"

Dean looked at him. Sam wished he hadn't.

He gripped Dean by his knees, looked up to Bobby, then looked down at Dean's panicky eyes and knew… that even if he locks Dean in the Impala, even if he drives millions of miles away from this place… this will stay with Dean for some time, if not forever.

"Dean, look at me. Come on," he squeezed his brother's knees, until Dean looked right at him, "it's Bobby, it's just Bobby. They're gone. If they come back… you and I… we'll kill them."

There was no doubt in his voice. There was nothing in his voice but pure determination and hate. And Dean took that and leaned his head to the wall and breathed out: "We'll kill 'em all, Sammy."

"All the demons, Dean. Promise."

And Sam knew that he actually could. He was getting stronger. He was. Ruby was teaching him, and one day soon… he'll be strong enough to actually kill them all. For Dean he would.

"Okay," he cleared his throat, "get me up there."

Sam let go of Dean's knees and shouted up to Bobby to get ready.

"Will you be able to…"

"I… uh… we'll see…"

Truth was… he was feeling weak and the world was fading in and out every few minutes and it was so hard to even see where up and where down was. And being left alone in the well again… the thought made him shiver.

"I'll go up first, okay? And I'll help Bobby to just… pull you up, okay? You won't have to do anything, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah… just go…"

Sam didn't believe that, but he had to go… had to get out, get Dean out. Get him into bed and medicate him until they both drop down.

Dean was looking like he was about to slip into unconsciousness again any second now so… Sam needed to hurry.

"Bobby… 'm coming up!" he yelled up and to Dean, he softly said: "Finish tying that rope around you."

"Go. 'm okay."

Sam didn't believe it, but… sometimes… there's nothing you can do about things, but believe in them and let them happen.

"'m real and 'm gonna get you out."

He turned to the wall and started to climb up with Bobby pulling him up a bit.

He didn't wanna hear what Dean had to say to that. He didn't wanna see what emotion flickered in Dean's eyes at that.

Bobby greeted him with a slap on his shoulder and as soon as he untied his rope, he turned around and screamed down: "Dean!"

No answer.

In the beam of his flashlight he could see Dean sitting on the floor of the well, the rope tied neatly around his waist, but Dean was just… sitting there, looking at the entryway to the corridor they walked out of a few minutes ago.

"Dean!"

"Sam?" Bobby asked.

"I don't know. Let's just… I don't know… start pulling him up. He was okay a minute ago."

"Okay son, okay."

They both grabbed the rope Dean was tied to and pulled. That woke Dean up from whatever trance he was in.

"Sam!"

Sam moved closer to the well's opening and looked inside. Dean was waving franticly with his hands, trying to grab hold of the walls.

"Climb up, man, come on!"

For a second there, Sam thought about Dean's fingers and the pain he must be going through while grabbing for the wall to push himself up.

He shook his head. No thoughts like that are needed right now, because he has to believe Dean can stuff the pain inside of himself and climb.

And Dean did. Sometimes it's all you can do. Climb. Climb out of holes your soul traps you in, climb out of memories your mind throws you in, climb out of places that are your worst nightmare, climb out of things you didn't wanna go in, in the first place.

Climb up, climb up into the light.

"Come on, Dean!"

Sam grunted and pulled on the rope a little stronger: "Climb!"

He wanted to pull his brother out of that place, wanted to burn the place down, wanted to flood it, wanted to… wanted his brother to climb faster.

"Come on!"

He could see Dean's fingers grip the edge of the well and he let go of the rope in favor of them. Fingers that were dirty, cold and bloody. And trembling in his hand.

"I gotcha, gotcha…"

He pulled his brother out of that place; a place no one will ever step foot in, if he has any say in it.

"Come up, gotcha. I gotcha."

Dean stepped on the edge and closed his eyes, when the moonlight hit them. He wanted to pass out. The sooner the better. Pass out and sleep for days.

"Whoah…" Sam's arms started to shake when Dean put all his weight on them and together they stumbled and fell to the ground. Dean's weight on top of his chest, made all the air rush out of Sam's lungs, and having his brother lay on top of him like that, made Sam realize just how much Dean was shaking again.

"Dean?" he asked, gripping Dean's head between his hands, moving his head so that he could see into Dean's eyes. They were closed. He was happy they were closed, and that thought scared him. What if when Dean'll open them up again, he won't recognize him? Again?

But truth be told, the game of 'you're not real… oh yes I am plus faint' will never tire him out. He'll play it until Dean stops, he'll play it as long as necessary.

"Okay, son, let's get you up."

Sam heard Bobby say and he could already feel him starting to lift Dean up, and a strange sorrow took over him… he wanted to keep Dean like this. In his arms… where no one would ever be able to take him away again.

But Bobby moved fast and Dean was out of his hands before he could even start to fully complain.

"Come on, Dean. Up ya go, boy."

"He's out, Bobby."

"I can see that."

Bobby let Dean slide from his arms to the floor so that they could untie the rope around him.

Cleaning his jeans of leaves and dirt, Sam said: "Let's go."

And they did. With Dean's boneless body between two strong men, they let the well become a tiny speck in the night… but they'll be back. Sam has some unfinished business with the damn thing. And it's never wise to let unfinished business stay unfinished. You never know when it can come back to bite you in the ass.

This is where it ends… for now…

The End.

Okay so… there will be 2 more stories after this one.

''Take A Deep Breath'' will explore the 4 days of Dean in the cave.

''Freak In, Freak Out'' will explore the healing process and what happened to Dean after being rescued. So basically it will follow this one.

I don't know when I'll start posting those two stories so… be on the lookout, if you wanna know and read about those two things, but if no, then thank you very much for reading this one!