A/N: hey guys. this is a peice that i started a couple of months ago and then i kind of lost my muse for a while. but i have finally caught up with him and the ideas are churning and ready to go. i have a couple of stories that i am starting to get in the works. but because i started this a while ago, there may be some points in the coming chapters that might now flow quite as nicely as i would like, cause i am still trying to get my thoughts together on this one. but read and enjoy! this is just a little chapter to wet your appetites while i peice together the rest. oh, and i don't know how much the title is going to play into the story. basically it was the only thing that i could come up with at the time. thanks for your patience, and enjoy Brothers in Arms!
Brothers in Arms
Chapter 1
There was snow everywhere, more than a foot deep in some places. And it was still coming down, hard, and showed no signs of stopping. Sam stumbled a little, his foot catching on a root submerged in the snow, almost falling to his knees, and almost taking the near dead weight of his brother down with him. The creature they had just fought had clawed Dean up pretty good, not to mention gave him a fairly nasty bump on his head. Sam could just make out the shape of the old farmhouse in the distance. It had to me about 1 ½ miles away still, and judging from how heavy Dean suddenly seemed to feel and how ragged his breathing was becoming, he knew that his bother didn't stand a chance of making it that far. Hell, he would be lucky if he could keep Dean walking for the next 5 minutes.
So Sam had two options. One, keep heading straight for the house and probably end up carrying him there for most of the way, or two, to veer left and head for the barn that was about ¼ mile away and probably end up carrying Dean there for most of the way. The barn won. And as predicted, Dean didn't last that much longer on his feet, and Sam was never more grateful for the close proximity of the barn than he was at that moment. Carrying over 200 lbs of soaking wet, unconscious brother when he could barely feel his limbs to begin with was not at all an easy feat.
Kicking one of the side doors open, he propped Dean up against the far wall before going back to close the door. Only when he was back at his brother's side did he bother to look at his surroundings. Even though the place had been abandoned for about a month, there was still some hay that they could probably use to make some sort of fire with. There were various tools hanging on the wall, and some empty crates lying around, and a thin, moth-eaten horse blanket lying in the corner that probably should have been thrown away years ago. Not much in the helpful department, but at this point he would take what he could get.
He also started to take notice of his own injuries. His head felt like there was a marching band going through it, and as he felt the back of his head he found a bump that probably matched Deans pretty nicely. He knew that he had a couple of bruised ribs, if the pain in his chest was any indication, and the slow burning on his back probably indicated that he had not escaped the creatures claws entirely. But Dean had gotten it far worse. Shaking loose the cobwebs that seemed to be forming over his mind, his attention was brought back to his brother.
Shaking out the dusty blanket he went back and kneeled next to Dean. He hadn't noticed before, but now saw that Dean had lost his jacket some where along the way, and now he was soaked through and shivering violently. Sam quickly divested himself of his jacket and outer shirts, and did the same to Dean. He ignored the gashes that littered Dean's torso. Those he would worry about later. Right now he needed to warm Dean up and have him wake up and say something sarcastic because in all honesty, the silence that surrounded the two brothers was starting to freak him out a little. He shifted Dean until he was lying between Sam's legs, his back against Sam's chest. Even though Sam still had on his t-shirt, she could instantly feel the chill of his brother's skin. He pulled the blanket over them, ignoring the musty smell, and wrapped his arms tightly around his brother. Unconsciously he started rubbing his brothers arms, hoping that the seeming soothing motions would quicken Deans return to the land of the awake.
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