This is my first time posting a story on and this is one of my first stories ever but I'm giving it a shot.

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Inanimate objects

"Dude, California is supposed to be hot girls on the beach with tan skin and long hair. Anddddd those girls are supposed to need help putting some sunscreen on."

Sam looked over at his older brother in mock disgust. "Dean, you are so shallow all the time."

Next thing Sam knew, Dean's hand came and smacked him upside the head. "Ow what the crap was that for."

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy, don't be such a bitch." Dean smirked at Sam.

"First it's Sam. Second, don't be such a jerk." Sam tried to keep a serious face, but he could not hold his laughter in. Within seconds, both boys were cracking up. At least until John made his presence known.

"Boys!" Sam and Dean immediately turned to look at John. "Sir." They responded in unison.

"I'm going to work a case up in Oregon. Joshua needs help."

"Dad can I come." Dean begged.

"No bud. That flu really hit you and Sam hard. I just want both you boys resting up. You're no good to me as back up if you're both off because you're bodies are weak."

John thought back to how miserable the past two weeks had been. Dean had gotten the flu and then sure enough two days later Sam got it. Both boys were down and out for over week and were just starting to feel better.

Dean looked incredibly disappointed while Sam looked like Christmas had come early this year.

"So, I'm serious I do not want you boys doing anything but resting for the next two days. Then, in two days I want you boys to do some exercises. Dean I am leaving you in charge of all of that."

The smile that had adorned Sam's face quickly fell into a frown. Dean looked at his dad and responded "Yessir."

John slung his bag over his shoulder. "Alright boys. If you need anything, call Bobby. He's resting up after a long hunt he just finished, so he promised me he is available if you guys need anything." John patted both boys on the back and left.

Dean went to the refridgerator and got supplies out for sandwiches. "Come and eat some dinner Sam."

After eating sandwiches, the boys went to watch some television. Dean looked over at Sam and realized how pale his brother still looked. "Sam are you feeling okay? You look really pale."

"Yeah I'm just still pretty tired."

"Alright princess why don't you head up to bed to get some much needed BEAUTY sleep."

Sam put his hand over his heart. "Ouch Dean that hurt, but I think I will head to bed."

"Alright good night Sammy."

Sam sighed and mumbled, "It's Sam," before heading into the next room where the boys' bedroom was.

Dean watched television for a little while longer before he fell asleep on the couch at midnight. At two in the morning, the shaking of the floor harshly interrupted his slumber. The shaking was originally mild but then quickly picked up. Crap! Earthquake! Dean realized.

Dean leapt off the couch when he heard Sam yell from their bedroom.

"DEAN!!!"

Dean was trying desperately to remember everything and anything he had ever learned about earthquakes.

"SAMMY! Get under a doorway! NOW!"

Dean headed for a doorway, but the entertainment center holding the television came crashing down on Dean as he scrambled to the doorway of his and Sam's bedroom. Dean felt pain erupt in his leg and head. His last thought before slipping into darkness was Sam.

Meanwhile in the bedroom Sam was in the midst of rolling off of his bed when this large dresser with a mirror attached tipped forward landing on Sam and bringing him crashing to the floor with it. Sam was unconscious before hitting the floor.

Sam woke up in a world of hurt. He unwillingly moaned as he attempted to move. He soon discovered that he was pinned to the floor by the mirror that was attached to the dresser. He knew he needed to get out from under the mirror and soon to check on Dean. He realized his legs were not pinned under anything so he first checked to make sure they were okay. There was no pain when he moved them. He then moved on to his arms. White-hot pain erupted in his left wrist when he moved it. He looked at it and the disfiguration of the limb practically confirmed his suspicion that it was broken. He decided to use his legs and right arm to get himself out from under the mirror. After a lot of effort, he managed to slide himself out. That was when he noticed how much his back hurt, especially in a location towards the middle right side. Sam reached around towards the spot and felt warm liquid coat his fingers. He then also felt something protruding from his back. A large shard of glass was piercing his back.

"Shit." Sam stood up slowly and his vision began to swim. He felt something running down his forehead and realized he had a large gash running along his hairline. Sam tried to suppress the pain and exhaustion he was feeling. He knew he had to get to Dean. He grabbed a T-Shirt and put it where the glass shard was. He then put on a jacket to try to hold the T-shirt in place. He wrapped a bandana around his head wound, grabbed a flashlight and made his way around the rubble in the little house to Dean.

Sam found Dean lying flat on the floor. The entertainment center and television were crushing his leg. Sam ran over to him and began tapping his cheek while tears spilled over from both pain and fear.

"Dean! Please wake up!! Please. You have to wake up Dean!!" Sam begged.

Eventually Sam's begging paid off as Dean began to wake up. Dean groaned and then his eyes cracked open.

"Ahhh, Sammy, what happened." Dean whispered.

"Dean, there was an earthquake. Your leg is pinned. Does anything else hurt."

"I'm fine Sam."

"Ok Dean you don't have to do that now. I can visibly see you are hurting so just tell me."

"Bossy much." Dean tried to crack a joke but let out a moan when pain shot up his leg. "Ok, leg and back of head."

Sam gently lifted the back of Dean's head off the ground and tenderly felt around his head. He found a rather large goose egg but luckily, it was not bleeding. "Dean I think you have a concussion but you're not bleeding, but I really need to get your leg out. Do you think you can sit up to help me."

"Yeah Sammy."

Sam slowly helped Dean sit up. Then both boys got a grip on the entertainment center. Sam with one hand, Dean with two. On the count of three, both boys began lifting and after several attempts, Dean was free.

Once the pressure was released, Dean could not help but scream when all the blood rushed to his badly broken leg. Sam looked at Dean's disfigured right leg and realized they were in trouble.

Once Dean got his breathing under control, he turned his attention to Sam.

"Sammy are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine."

"No your not."

"Look, Dean I'm not going to argue with you right now. We need to get to a hospital. I am going to check and see if the one solitary road that leads to this isolated dump of a house is clear or if we are going to need to find an alternative method to get to the hospital. Sit here."

Dean wanted to argue but since he could not walk, he knew to just let Sam go. Dean also knew though judging by the way Sam was walking that he was a lot more hurt than he was letting on. Dean intended to find out how hurt Sam was.

Sam walked to the door and then stepped outside. He felt like he was in a zombie movie. There were no lights outside except for his flashlight. It was eerily quiet and there was debris everywhere. To Sam's complete horror there was debris and trees littering the road. He knew no emergency vehicles were getting anywhere near their house anytime soon. Sam ran back in the house and grabbed the emergency cell phone John had given the boys.

Sam ran back outside and called the one person he knew could help.

"This is Bobby Singer and you better have a damn good excuse for waking me up at this hour."

"Bobby."

Bobby recognized the voice of the youngest Winchester but became incredibly worried by the fear and pain laced in his voice.

"Sam. Is everything okay."

Sam could not help but allow more tears to flow down his cheeks. "No Bobby. We need help."

Bobby felt the blood drain from his face. He immediately started packing a bag as he continued to talk to the youngest Winchester.

"Sam, what is going on? Talk to me son."

"Th…Th…There was an earthquake. D..D..Dean's hurt. His leg and head."

"Sam is Dean awake."

"Yeah."

"Okay, Sam I am heading to you guys right now. I will be there in three hours. Sam are you okay?"

Bobby felt his stomach flip when he heard Sam whisper "No."