Dean couldn't help but hear the loud crash from outside and knew immediately that his brother was in trouble.

"Sam!" Dean turned around, sam had been just behind him seconds ago. They had been about to leave, their job was done.

The old wooden house shook ominously and a cloud of dust escaped from the front door. Dean didn't waste a second. Running for the open doorway, he was stopped in his tracks. He looked up and could see straight up to the dawning sky. Part of the roof had collapsed inwards and on its descent it had taken most of the first floor with it.

Dean felt his breath quicken, sam would have been in its' path. Oh Jesus!

There was debris everywhere and Dean stumbled and slid on wood, bricks and plaster as he hurried forward calling his brothers name. He couldnt see Sam anywhere and then with a shock, he realised why. Dean's eyes widened when he arrived at the kitchen. most of the ground floor had gone in this spot and a gaping hole revealed the cellar below.

Dean glanced down but still couldn't see Sam. "Sammy! Answer me!" He felt his heart jump in his throat as he thought of all of the possibilities; Sam hurt, or worse. Finally he heard a slight cough and the sound of movement from below.

"Sam?! Sammy! I'm coming!" he yelled, relieved to know his little brother was still alive. If he was hurt he could cope, but...he didnt let his thoughts finish his sentence.

Dean skirted round the hole as fast as he could and made his way toward the cellar door. It was locked. Taking a pace back he threw all of his weight into a right legged kick which splintered the wooden frame and left the door hanging on one hinge. Half of the wooden steps had been destroyed by the collapse and he had to jump the last six foot to the packed earth ground below.

He took in the scene around him, the dark basement covered the length of the whole house and it was now filled with rubble and the remains of the roof. Dean could see the full moon in the sky overhead. He paused a moment when he considered that somewhere under the mountain of wood, plaster and brick was his little brother.

"Sam!" He yelled as he gingerly stepped over timbers, furniture and floorboards. He hesitated and looked down, he could be stepping on him right now, the thought with a clench to his chest. Christ, he prayed. There's no way Sam would get through this unscathed but he pleaded silently that he wouldn't be too badly hurt. He had to focus, he slapped himself mentally. Sam needed him strong, not panic stricken He'd be no good to his brother if he couldn't pull himself together!

"Sam, where are you?" he tried once more.

Finally a voice thick with pain responded. "Dean?"

It was barely audible but it was enough for Dean. His head snapped over to the left as he considered where it had come from. "Call out again, Sam...I can't see you."

"Over here, I'm pinned down... near the wall...shit!"

Dean, could find him then. He made his way over to the wall, vaulting over a huge bedroom dresser. By the wall he could see there was a lot of debris. God, he thought, it was going to be a bitch to get his brother out! He still couldn't see Sam. There was a large wooden beam which he guessed was part of the roof, blocking the path. On top of that there was a bed and more rubble. Dean looked frantically around the area of the obstruction then finally he made out a foot. His brothers.

"Sam!" Dean called wide eyed. Shit, the beam was trapping him. Dean would have to climb over the top to get to his brother. "I'm coming Sam, hang in there!"

The beam was massive, the width of the room and possibly the worst thing to have fallen on someone. At various points it was covered in furniture, more timbers and also piles of rubble. He found a point that was relatively bare and scrambled over, doubling back the way he had come. He was moving with more speed and confidence...he was almost there.

Finally he could see Sam. He raced over to him and was on his knees by his side in a second. "I'm here sam."

He looked all around his brother. How the hell had he survived this?!

As Sam had fallen through the floor, he had landed on piles of destroyed wooden flooring and brick and the rest of the house had come down on him. He was lying awkwardly on his back on piles of rubble, his face and arms a bevvy of cuts and bruises. He had managed to shield his head from the worst of the falling masonry but that was about all. The lower half of his body was totally obscured from view, disappearing into a wall of mangled furniture and building materials. Dean tried to control his expression...he couldn't let sam see any fear.

He looked down.

Sam looked up at him and half laughed, it came out like a huff and the sound was as familiar to Dean as his own voice. It was as though he couldn't believe the mess he'd gotten himself in.

"Jeez Sam, I leave you alone for five seconds! What the hell?! Can you move?!"

Sam half smiled. "Dean, I have half a house on me! Wha...you think?"

Dean frowned and removed his jacket. He quickly bundled it up and and raising his brothers head carefully with one hand, he slid it underneath him. He took a second to smooth thehair from Sam's brow. There was some blood in the front and it came away onto Dean's hand. "I'll get you out...don't worry." Dean looked in the direction of where Sam's legs should be. "But, I dunno whether I can do it alone."

Looking back at Sam he could see a small amount of confusion, maybe even shock. Like for the first time ever he had realised that Dean wasn't some sort of superhero.

Dean felt like he'd been stabbed in the chest and it was clawing at him but he had to be honest. Even if he could free Sam, would he be able to get him out of the house? Would Sam be able to make it back to the Impala? Dean didn't think so. The thought was hard for him to stomach, but he was gonna have to call the fire brigade and an ambulance. He tried to look as in control as possible as he reached into the pocket of his .jeans and removed his cell phone. He flipped it open and felt his heart sink as he saw that there was no signal.

"Damn!" he closed it and sighed.

Sam didn't say anything...he was watching his older brother like he used to when they were kids. Dean couldn't bear to see the utter faith in Sam's eyes, faith that Dean would do what he could to save his baby brother.

Damn! he thought to himself. It was possible that there would be a signal if he went outside but that would mean leaving Sam and he couldn't do that. If any more of the roof caved in, Dean would have to protect him. He couldn't leave him helpless and alone, even if it was only for ten minutes. No, he'd have to try to free him and then see if he could get him out.

He leant down and put a hand on Sam's shoulder. "You in pain?"

Sam shook his head.

Dean nodded at him silently then stood up. As he rolled up his shirt sleeves he took in the mountain of work he would have to do. He took a breath, this was his brother, there was no other option, it was down to Dean as always and he wouldn't let Sam down, not while there was still breath in his body.

Dean moved quickly and once he had built up some momentum he had shifted a lot of the smaller objects on the top. He took glances over at his brother andsaw that his eyes were heavy. He couldn't risk letting him slip into unconsciousness so Dean was talking to him. Trying to think of anything to say that would get a response from Sam and keep him awake.

"You remember when we were kids and you used to want me to read you bedtime stories?" Dean said through clenched teeth as he overturned the old queen sized bed. He glanced at Sam who had his right arm over his eyes. Dean reached him in two paces and pulled the arm away. Sam was still awake. Dean put a hand to his face. his thumb rubbing Sam's temple. "Stay with me ok?"

Sam nodded at him, and his jaw clenched. "You wouldn't read the stories, said they were for kids..." he laughed slightly at the memory. Dean, satisfied Sam was still with it stood up and returned to the task at hand. "You used to read me Playboy...said I'd learn more."

"Yeah, shows what I know, you're still a loser when it comes to women."

Dean stopped what he was doing as he heard a rumble up ahead. He shot the roof a glance. With lightening speed he turned and grabbed a large table nearby and hauled it bodily to where Sam lay and stood it over his head. Ducking underneath he cradled Sam's head in his arms and placed his body on top of his brothers. There was a small whistling sound and a crash as another timber fell to the ground in a cloud of dust. It clipped the end of the solid table which absorbed the impact.

Dean sighed inwardly with relief and looked down at Sam. "You ok? " he said with a frown, checking him over.

"Yeah man, thanks." it was as if the shock of the beam falling had revived him somewhat and he appeared more lucid. He didn't seem to be in any discomfort and was reassured by Dean's presence.

Dean nodded and got up, he moved the table to one side slightly so he coould keep an eye on Sam but kept it within easy reach should he need it again.

There wasn't much left to do and in another ten minutes he had the beam uncovered totally. He had worked up a sweat and was covered in dust. His breath was coming in sharp bursts with the effort and the worst was yet to come. He looked at the beam. It was probably the central support from the roof and it was heavy enough to have gone through two floors of a house. How the hell was he going to lift it?

He looked around, but couldn't see anything strong enough to use as a prop. He considered going back to the car for the jack but then he faced leaving Sam again. No, it was brute force or nothing he thought grimly. He would have to stand at the end and lift it from there, which would be the point where it would be lighter. That was more than nine feet from Sam. If he could get it off the ground then he wouldn't be able to help his brother out.

He knelt down next to Sam to conserve his strength and rest for a second. He looked over to where the beam lay over his brothers thighs. "If i can lift it...think you can get yourself out from under there?"

Sam nodded, "I don't think anything's broken. I can do it."

Dean took a deep breath and sat for a second. "We're only gonna get one shot at this and I won't be able to hold it for long so...do what you can ok?"

Sam smiled and Dean clamped a big bruised hand to his shoulder. "Ok."

Dean stood up and walked slowly over to the end of the beam. He was trying to brace himself mentally, failure was not an option, after all of this, he couldn't let Sam down now.

Bending down, he braced his forearms to the underside of the beam and looked over at his brother. Sam couldn't hold his own weight and was sat up but resting heavily on his arms, which were bent at the elbow. He certainly wasn't strong enough to make any effort to help Dean.

Dean took a deep breath and tensed his muscles. He gave it all he had and the beam moved barely an inch.

Shit, he thought standing up straight once more. He couldn't look over at Sam. He focused on the object in front of him. His heart was pounding and adrenaline pumped through his veins. He wiped his hands on his dirty jeans and bent once more. Making sure that he had a firm hold he felt as though every muscle in his body were standing to attention as if ready for battle and waiting for the command. He gave it all he had and felt the effort start with his thigh muscles as he straightened his legs. His biceps pulled and lengthened as gravity heaved at the beam braced in his arms. He fought the pull and felt the effort pay off. He only needed to give Sam a foot or two of space and he would be able to move away.His neck muscles began to bunch and he could feel the veins become engorged with blood. He felt slightly faint as the blood rushed from his head to benefit his limbs and heart. Only a few more seconds he thought. He struggled to look to his right, but Sam was still there.

"Sam...c'mon, I can't hold it much longer."

Sam's face was white as he looked over at his brother, he looked like a kid again. what the hell?

His eyes must have conveyed his thoughts and Sam came to his senses.

"Dean...I can't!"

"What...dude?!" Dean managed through gritted teeth.

"I can't move...I can't move my legs..."Sam looked at them in shock and Dean's brain threatened to explode along with the rest of his body. He didn't have a conscious thought, his body did what it always did, it went into automatic. He was so used to protecting Sam that he no longer had to give it any consideration, it's like somehow it had been programmed at birth to withstand anything to protect his little brother.

He didn't know where he found the strength but he felt his knees bend slightly as he held the beam steady. Ducking slightly, he shifted his weight until he could get his right shoulder under it. His feet slid on the rubble beneath his feet. He knew he wouldn't fall, wouldn't let go, he'd kill himself before he dropped this back on his brother.

Taking a few deep breaths to keep his lungs going he quickly straightened his legs and started to move to his right. The beam would pivot until could move it far enough away and drop it. His legs were shaking and he could feel sweat pooling in the small of his back.

As if he didn't have enough to think about he heard an ominous groan from up above him as the house shifted with the emerging sun.

The fact that his efforts could be for nothing if there was another cave in, lit a fire under his ass and he managed to move the necessary distance in seconds.

Sam was free and with a big roar he let go of the beam and swung his body away in time to avoid it's downward path. He was panting heavily and every part of his body hurt, but there was no time for him to think about it. He turned around and threw himself onto Sam shielding his body as bricks, wood and tiles fell around them. There was nothing too heavy although a few thuds of bricks to Dean's shoulders would give him a nice collection of bruises the following day.

Everything was silent finally and he took a moment to just lay still and recover his breathing. He rolled off Sam and lay next to him on his back. He closed his eyes in an effort to regain a vision that didn't have spots swirling in front of him. He needed a moment to collect his thoughts before he faced Sam. He needed to stay strong, positive and upbeat. If Sam knew he was scared for even a second then he'd lose the plot. No, he was going to get him through this...no matter what.

He sat up and turned to his little brother. Sam was lying flat and staring straight up at the sky.

Dean's voice was firm and he made no effort to touch or comfort his brother, it wasn't his way and any change in his character at this point was going to freak Sam out more. "Tell me Sammy."

Sam still didn't look at him but he could see his jaw clench. He shook his head slightly.

"Look at me." He saw a tear escape from one of Sam's eyes but he didn't look at him. Dean raised up onto his haunches next to Sam. His face was calm and impassive. "Sam...I said, look at me."

Finally Sam turned to face him and Dean felt his resolve wobble lightly. He wanted to grab his little brother in a big hug, hell, he wanted to be hurt instead of him. What good would it do him though? He was scared and hurt and he wanted and needed someone to believe it would all work out.

"Listen. I'm gonna get you some help, I'm gonna get you out of here and you'll get fixed up ok?" Sam didn't look convinced.

Finally conceding something, Dean reached down and grabbed one of Sam's hands in his own. "Trust me Sam, I've never let you down yet ok? Whatever happens we can deal. Together." He felt Sam's hand clench his.

Dean sniffed quickly and let go. All business now he grabbed for his phone, there was still no signal.

"I'm gonna have to leave you here ok? I won't be gone long, just enough time to get some help out here, then I'll come straight back, we'll wait it out together."

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So this was just a little one shot, a bit of a mean one admittedly...I don't know why but this is the second time I've crushed poor Sam and I've also squashed Dean a bit too!

Anyway...I may write some more but for now I just wanted to do a bit of badass Dean!!