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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 24, 2016 8:19:01 GMT -5
Sherlock turned quickly, seeing the man holding a baby and trying to help a kid. "I'm a bit busy. Looking for a friend." He called back, wading uncomfortably into the water to look at some more wreckage and calling over his shoulder. "Don't worry though, he's a doctor."
"Good." Carl leaned back letting out a breath. "I think the sand cushioned my legs."
Tara hesitated, pursing her lips. "Fine. But I'll be back with help." She promised, and slid out the hole like an otter.
"Yeah, okay." Sam rested his head back on the sand, closing his eyes and half laughing, half groaning. "You know man, for once I really don't feel like completely ignoring you."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 24, 2016 8:34:37 GMT -5
"Hey - no no no no, don't fall asleep." said Dean, some of the suppressed panic leaking through into his tone as Sam closed his eyes. He put on a slightly less convincing smile again when Sam reopened his eyes. "You've lost a little blood - so don't pass out or anything on me, loser." He grabbed the small first aid kit he still had on him and packed what bandages he had around the wound - though in the rational part of his brain he knew it wasn't gonna do much good.
"Yeah...we'll figure out a way to get you out." said Rick. "Hang on." He headed out to find help.
Cas stared after her for a moment, then flew away...or at least he tried. Confusion swept over him as he felt his wings spread, but fail to take off.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 24, 2016 8:43:21 GMT -5
Tara dragged herself out of the water, soaked but unharmed. She stood up and shielded her eyes, looking for someone to help. "Hey." She shouted, walking towards the closest person she saw. "There's a guy trapped out there."
Sam blinked, looking confused. "Dude...am I dying?" He asked after a second, trying hard to think.
Crowley came to, his eyes flying wide open, taking in a huge gaps of air and immediately having a coughing fit. It ended with him rolling over and wretching in an extremely undignified manner onto the sand, but the salt water he coughed up seemed to be a good thing, or so it was in the movies.
Sherlock's hands were red and bleeding, and he was pale. He also felt sick and dizzy, or he would have if he were paying attention, but he wasn't because he didn't care. Time was of the essence.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 24, 2016 8:52:19 GMT -5
Charlie turned her head to look at her. "What?" she shouted, even though it wasn't loud. She had been near the boiler room when it exploded, so her hearing was still compromised.
Glenn immediately jumped back, letting out a breath of relief as Crowley gasped. "Oh, finally..." he said, grinning. "Welcome back, man."
"What? No!" said Dean emphatically. "You're not gonna die...you're gonna be fine, I'm gonna be fine, and we're gonna find a way off this island, and we're gonna do it together, okay?"
Finally, Sherlock spotted John, lying unconscious in the sand.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 24, 2016 9:00:13 GMT -5
Sherlock scrambled immediately towards him, tripping over himself in his hurry and having to pick himself up to keep running, spraying sand in all directions. "Are you alright?" He questioned, resembling an oversized puppy.
In other circumstances, Tara would have immediately decided the red haired girl was hot, and maybe even started flirting. However, now was not the time. "There's a guy trapped in some of the wreckage out in the water." She explained, speaking louder.
Sam didn't answer, his eyes flicking back and forth, apparently unable to focus on his brother. Slowly they began to close, as if her were dropping off.
"Back?" Crowley wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and sat up, taking deep breaths. "Back from what?" He raised his hand, shaking his head and closing his eyes with a pained look as he went on. "And please, don't say hell."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 24, 2016 9:05:00 GMT -5
"Hey, hey-HEY! Sammy? Sam? Don't you black out on me, you're gonna be fine. SAM!" he shouted, gently slapping his cheek to try and wake him up.
"Sherlock - what - " said John, sitting up slowly and getting to his feet. He looked around, eyes falling on Sam. "Hold on!" he called, instantly running towards the scene.
"Oh...okay!" shouted Charlie, squinting against the bright light and hoping she didn't look like an idiot. "We should try to get to him!" She turned and started pulling at the wood, trying to make the hole bigger,
"Back to the land of the living." explained Glenn. "You weren't breathing when I found you."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 24, 2016 9:13:17 GMT -5
This was news to the King of Hell. He frowned at Glenn, but decided that the younger man had no idea who he was speaking to, so he was probably telling the truth. "And....what....you saved me?" He asked with more disbelief than was absolutely necessary.
Sherlock whipped around as John ran past him, a tiny smile twitching at the edge of his lips as his heroic friend darted to save someone's life. Oh, oops, the same guy he'd ran past. All the same, he ran after him.
Tara began to help, tugging on the wood from the outside. She ripped a chunk off, but the hole was still to small. "Hey, buddy, are you still there?" She called inside.
Sam shook his head, blinking his eyes only slightly open when he was slapped. His lips twitched up slightly in a wan smile. "Jerk." He muttered, then his head bent limp in his brother's arms, his eyes closed, his smile not quite faded.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 24, 2016 9:20:02 GMT -5
Glenn rolled his eyes. "No. I saw you waking up and instantly sprinted across the beach to take credit." he said sarcastically. "Yeah. You're welcome."
"No. No, no, not like this." said Dean. "Sammy!" Just then, John barreled into him and knocked him into the sand. "Sherlock - help me get him off this spike." he called.
"Yes." said Cas grumpily, having figured out by now that this island must be messing with his angelic form somehow. How ridiculous to be a powerful celestial being and end up stuck in a sinking ship.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 24, 2016 9:28:37 GMT -5
Crowley seriously doubted that the poor young man would have rescued him if he knew who he was. It made him consider taking a new vessel, just so he would have less people trying to kill him, if only for a couple days. "Right, well." He answered, surprised to find that he had no idea what to say. 'Maybe I won't kill you' didn't sound right, so he just stood up and looked around him.
"Great, hold on..." Tara gritted her teeth, pulling on a stubborn piece. "Hey, a little help?" She asked the other girl.
Sherlock skidded to a halt on the other side, grabbing Sam's arm and jerking him off with more force than perhaps was wise. "He's a lost a lot of blood." He informed Dean. "I wouldn't hold out too much hope of I were you."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 24, 2016 9:34:23 GMT -5
"Oh! Yeah...sorry!" said Charlie, running over and helping her pry off the piece of wood. "Augh...it's really jammed."
Dean frowned dazedly at Sherlock from his position in the sand. "What?" he said softly. "Sherlock, shut up!" called Watson, hard at work trying to stop the bleeding.
"It's kinda pretty, huh?" said Beth, joining Crowley and staring out at the ocean. "In its own way."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 24, 2016 9:43:23 GMT -5
"What?" Crowley glanced at her, annoyed that he apparently was attracting all the weird, nice people. "I just nearly died because of that hideous thing."
Sherlock glanced at the doctor. "He should be prepared for the most likely way this'll end." He protested.
"Hold on." Tara let go, having an idea. "I'll go in and kick it from there. You keep pulling." She ordered, moving to climb back in.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 24, 2016 9:50:19 GMT -5
Beth smiled, apparently unfazed by the harsh words.
"Sherlock, go find me a bandage, please." said John in a strained voice.
"Is he - is he alive?" asked Dean in a very quiet voice from his position in the sand.
"Yes. Yes he is." said John. "Just stay where you are."
Charlie nodded, continuing to yank on the board. "You ready?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 24, 2016 9:56:07 GMT -5
Crowley stared at her incredulously. "What are you smiling about?" He asked harshly, obviously in a very bad mood. He was the king of Hell, and he had crashed like every other human on some stupid island, stuck with the Winchesters, and apparently talking to Luna Lovegood. Terrific.
"Right." At least he was no longer bored, he thought positively as he scrambled off to fulfill his task. "A bandage, hey does anyone have a bandage?" He shouted, running from person to person.
"Ready." Tara's voice called back. "Okay, on three. One...two...three!" And she kicked the board, hard.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 24, 2016 9:58:31 GMT -5
Beth rolled her eyes. "I'm alive. So are my friends. That's somethin' to smile about."
It came loose, sending Charlie tumbling backward. "Nice kick!" she said appreciatively. "You're stronger than you look." Meanwhile Cas started trying to climb up the shaft.
No one seemed to have a bandage, and half of them didn't even acknowledge Sherlock as they looked for their own friends.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 24, 2016 10:05:34 GMT -5
Eventually learning that asking was pointless, Sherlock searched the beach for another couple minutes before suddenly grabbing his black scarf and tugging it out so he could see it. "Oh, stupid." He muttered to himself, pulling it free and dashing back to John.
"Thanks." Tara grinned. "You know, I've been in some tight places before, so..." She hopped out, splashing back into the water.
Crowley raised his eyebrows, turning to look back at the ocean slowly as he processed that. Maybe it would help if he had friends. "Well aren't you a glass half full." He muttered.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 24, 2016 10:09:43 GMT -5
"Yeah...I've sure had my share." said Charlie. "My brothers' work is crazy, and I help out sometimes." Cas clawed his way out of the hole. "Thank you." he said with an awkward little nod. Then he walked off into the jungle.
John took the scarf and used it to help the bleeding. "Alright. Help me move him to someplace more sheltered." he said to Sherlock. Dean made a move to get up. "No, you stay where you are." added John.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 24, 2016 10:14:57 GMT -5
"And where, exactly, would that be?" Sherlock questioned, moving to help anyway. "There's the jungle I suppose, but it's probably wet, filled with insects, all that. Or did you mean simply away from the water?" He continued.
"Cool." Tara was about to say more, then frowned at Cas. "Wait, where do you think you're going?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 24, 2016 10:19:45 GMT -5
John stared straight ahead, trying not to snap at Sherlock. "Someone already set up a tent - we'll just need to borrow it."
"I need to be certain nothing plans to attack us." said Cas, continuing into the jungle with his coat flapping behind him. "I will return."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 24, 2016 10:23:54 GMT -5
Tara turned, raising her eyebrows at Charlie and giving a little laugh. "Okay then. He reminds me of someone." She shook her head. "I'm Tara by the way."
Sherlock saw the tent, guessing from its appearance that it was neither sturdy, nor waterproof. "Until it rains, anyway." He offered, under the impression he was being positive.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 24, 2016 10:25:20 GMT -5
Charlie extended a hand for her to shake. "Charlie. Yeah...he's a little weird, but he grows on you."
"Right." said John, not bothering to disagree. They got Sam to the tent.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 24, 2016 10:32:42 GMT -5
Tara smiled, shaking her hand. "You know him?" She asked, surprised.
Sherlock put Sam down, glanced out of the tent. "Do you actually think he's going to wake up?" He asked, curious for the doctor's actual opinion.
Carl squinted, the sun uncomfortably in his eyes. Then it struck him as odd that he'd just crashed on an island and was trapped under a large piece of wood and yet he was complaining about the the sun in his eyes, but it was true. He glanced around, looking for a way to free himself.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 24, 2016 13:51:28 GMT -5
"We're good friends, actually." said Charlie. "Came on the ferry together."
"I don't know, but I'm damn well gonna do my best to make him." said John.
"Hey." A blue-haired girl in a tank top, maybe around 18 or 19, approached him. "You need some help?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 24, 2016 13:57:28 GMT -5
Sherlock knew that at least was true. It still was something of a wonder to him how much his friend cared. Shaking off the thought before it went any further, he glanced out of the tent at Dean. "That's his brother out there."
Carl glanced up at her. "Yeah." He said, looking at the wood with resignation. "I'm not sure what you can do, though."
"Cool." Tara glanced after him, but he had vanished. "I should probably go check on my friends. Wanna come?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 24, 2016 14:09:22 GMT -5
Charlie shrugged. "I would...but I have to find my own friends. Catch you later?"
"Right." said John, not bothering to question how he had figured this out. "Poor man."
"I saw that cop over there trying to get it off you earlier." said Chloe. "He was doing it wrong." She got down on her back and wiggled her way under the piece of wreckage, as tight as she could get, the braced her feet on it. "Now. When I kick, you push."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 24, 2016 14:16:09 GMT -5
Carl stared at her, his eyebrows raised as she explained what she thought in a confident tone. When she wiggled under, he was beginning to suspect she didn't know what she was talking about, but anything was better than just sitting there so he nodded. "Got it. Ready?"
"Sure thing." Tara grinned, pleased with herself, and walked quickly towards the rest of the people to find her group.
"Mm." Sherlock answered vaguely, completely failing to sound at all sympathetic.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 24, 2016 14:21:17 GMT -5
"Ready." said Chloe. "Push!" She kicked upward with all her might, then gave a shriek as the wreckage slid to pin both of them. "Ah - damn!" She looked over at Carl. "Well. This is awkward."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 24, 2016 14:23:09 GMT -5
Carl sucked in his breath, gritting his teeth. "And you said my dad was doing it wrong." He glanced at her, eyebrows raised.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 24, 2016 14:24:52 GMT -5
"Shut up." said Chloe irritably. Then she glanced up the beach. "Uh-oh. Creep in a trenchcoat, coming our way."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 24, 2016 14:28:35 GMT -5
Carl strained to see who it was. Unfortunately, he didn't know the man. "That's it. I'm getting out of here." He decided flatly, and began to dig the sand away from around him.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 24, 2016 14:33:32 GMT -5
"Stay still." said Castiel, gripping the sides of the wreckage tight. "I'm going to lift this off you."
"Like we didn't already try that." muttered Chloe.
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