Finding Each Other chapter 2

A bright light was shining onto Dean's face. He tried to find the covers to pull them over his head so he could go back asleep. When he didn't find the covers he tried to roll over so his back was facing the light. Instead of lying in a bed, he was leaning against a tree and fell over onto his side. He hissed in pain when his ribs made contact with the ground.

Realizing he wasn't at the motel with his brother, Dean tried to sit up. Leaning back against tree, he let out a painful labored breath. Dean leaned his head lightly against the trunk of tree and looked around him taking in his surroundings.

There were a couple trees that had been uprooted and were now laying on the ground. Some of the animals were out and about trying to find their homes. However, most of them didn't know their homes were destroyed and that looking for them would be a mere waste of time. But then again, they were just a bunch of animals who didn't really know much better.

Now that Dean had taken in his surroundings, he decided it was time to examine himself. He knew he could move his arms and legs because he had just fallen over and gotten back up. So those limbs weren't damaged badly. He then felt the cut on his forehead, it was still bleeding and swelling. Feeling down to examine his ribs he hissed in pain, they were definitely broken, no doubt about it. There were several lacerations consisting of small and deep cuts all up his arms and legs. He just hoped none of them got infected.

There was one more injury he was afraid to feel. He remembered hitting his head pretty hard against the tree. Dean let his hand wander to the back of his head where he felt a bump and a rather deep cut. It was still bleeding but it didn't seem as bad as the cut on the front of his head.

Dean sighed and leaned against the tree again. He looked up at the sky realizing he was in a lot of trouble. Sam was out there somewhere probably hurt, and probably wondering where on earth Dean was. Knowing Sam, he was more worried about his older brother then himself. Dean shook his head and let out a slight chuckle, but that only hurt him worse. As well as being alone, he also had no food or water. He patted his pants and jacket for his cell phone but he couldn't find it. He most likely left it at in the Impala.

Just then, the reality of his situation began to sink in. He was alone, injured, had no food or water and there were probably going to be more aftershocks, which meant that he could get hurt even more hurt than he already was. He needed to find water before the sun went down. Looking at the sky again, Dean saw that it was probably around five in the afternoon which meant the sun was going to set soon. He needed to find shelter and food before night sank in. It was going to be cold since they were in the middle of autumn.

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"Damnit Dean," Sam growled as he hung up his phone. He picked up Dean's cell phone and hit it against the window in his fist. His brother was stupid. They always brought their phones with them. The one time they actually needed to call each other Dean's phone was back in the car with Sam. Not exactly where he had hoped it would be.

Sam had no injuries. No cuts, no bruises. Unknowingly, he was the luckiest of the two brothers. Dean was hurt in the middle of the forest with nothing. Sam had the car and the arsenal in the back of the trunk. He also had food and water which Dean did not.

Looking at his phone, Sam considered calling Bobby. Bobby was a good day away. He couldn't waste that amount of time waiting around for Bobby. He needed to find Dean fast.

Sam also knew that it would be pointless to wait for the rangers. They wouldn't think that anyone would be out here. When they saw the Impala, they would probably just tow it. Dean would be pissed if that happened.

Getting out of the car, Sam opened the trunk and pulled out his pistol and double barrel sawed off shot gun. He took a bunch of ammo and stuffed it into the backpack. Along with the ammo, he put John's journal, food, water, the first aid kit, and a blanket. Shutting the trunk and shouldering the backpack, Sam began the long trek through the woods in search for his brother.

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Dean leaned against a tree to catch his breath. The broken ribs must be worse then he thought. They were already wearing him out and he had only just started. Having his arm around his ribs, Dean looked around seeing that he was maybe a three hundred yards from when he had landed after the fall.

"This is gonna be a lotta fun," Dean grumbled starting off again.

He had originally thought of going back to the cave but then realized that would have been a stupid idea. There were still aftershocks that hadn't happened yet. And if Dean was near the cave, that would have meant that he had the possibility of getting stuck underneath rubble if the rocks around it collapsed. He didn't want to be in that position, he also didn't want all that rubble crushing him to death.

Now it had gotten dark. The moon was out and it looked like it was going to rain. That was the last thing Dean needed. It would cover up all trails to finding Sam. If he didn't have any trails, that meant Sam couldn't find him. Dean prayed to the rain gods that it wouldn't rain.

After trekking through the forest for another painfully slow thirty minutes, Dean needed to rest. He knew he shouldn't fall asleep, but then again he needed sleep. If he was going to last, he needed to conserve his energy. He knew his body would be trying to mend his injuries and it would take a lot of energy.

Dean tried to curl up into a ball to conserve his body heat and keep him warm but it only ended up hurting himself even more. Instead, Dean found a sturdy tree and leaned against it soon drifting to sleep.