Desert Song Chapter Eight

        “Sammy!  Grab your shotgun and backpack!”  Dean grabbed his brother and dragged him towards the canyon wall and the higher boulders.  He took a deep breath and lifted his brother towards the top of one of the large rocks.  Sam managed to grab hold of a mesquite that was sticking out of the canyon wall and pull himself up.

        “Hold on to that damn tree and don’t let go!”  Dean turned to see how much time he had when the water crashed into him, knocking him off his feet.  Sam screamed his name but his brother was no longer there.  He had been carried off by the rushing torrent.

        The rain continued to pour down and the torrential waters continued to flood the canyon.  Sam knew they would flow out into the desert once they had cleared the rock walls.  He held onto the tree and huddled there, tears flowing down his face; his sobbing drowned out by the roar of the water echoing off the canyon walls.

        Slowly the waters began to recede.  The younger Winchester leaned his head against the canyon wall and trembled. His brother was gone.  What was he supposed to do?  He couldn’t get down with his broken leg.  Sam sighed, knowing he was trapped.

        The thoughts kept repeating themselves in the hunter’s mind.  When he was not thinking about his situation, he thought of his brother.  He couldn’t do this without Dean.  Hell, he couldn’t live without Dean.  He had come to realize it recently.  They needed each other.

        “Dean” was heard softly echoing down the canyon walls.