*//That's not flyin', it's fallin' with style

[Chevrolet Winchester]

Hearing Ben speak had been the first sense of safety Chey had experienced up there but hearing Ryder’s voice suddenly run through the headset and shudder gently into her ears... That was the first time she’d heard her brothers voice in seven months. Seven effing months! Her heart stopped beating in her chest for a moment and tears just absently tumbled down her face. She couldn’t even find the words to reply. It wasn’t that she couldn’t think of anything to say it was that a million words were hitting her like a truck all at one time. Her body felt broken and for a moment this make it feel worse, it made every part of her hurt. It made every feeling of loss and loneliness she’d felt in the last year consume her. Then she heard it. Five words. Five words that always made everything okay her entire life. I love you baby sister. A huge sob left Chey, a sob her big brother could probably hear since her headset was still on. Similar words flew out of her mouth, her eyes clenched shut and for that moment, she could pretend she was somewhere else. Pretend the searing pain that felt like her leg was snapped right off wasn’t there. Pretend that for as long as she could remember, her life had been completely empty. Pretend that her big brother hadn’t been away for so damn long and that this was just something they said in passing as Chey bounced down the hall towards her bedroom at night. “I love you too, RyRy!!” For that moment that it was easy and Chey didn’t want to open her eyes. She didn’t want to face the reality that this exchange of I love yous could actually be goodbyes.

Pretending the world was all fine and dandy didn’t last very long as once again her eldest brother’s voice came through the static. It was so bizarre to think of her brothers in the same vicinity as one another without either of them having their fists rammed into another. As much as this was the biggest nightmare, Chey couldn’t help but wonder if it would be responsible for at least starting to fix her family. All she’d wanted for so long. Chey couldn’t help but be confident she was going to be okay. After all her big brotherr did it again. He didn’t just tell her he was going to make it okay, he made her feel it. Once again the littlest Winchester did her best to sound strong. Her hand moved to push her hair out of her face, ignoring the fact she was feeling blood as she took a breath and spoke. “I did have but.. That part of my plane is pretty much gone now.” She said, turning back to see the wholes in the back of her plane. God this was a mess. The fact that the thing had stopped playing with her for the moment actually made Chey worry it may have spotted her brothers. If anything happened to them Chey was never going to forgive herself. She couldn’t lose them. Not when she was finally feeling like she was getting them back. “But if I can just get lose I can fly back to the ground!” Chey hated the fact that there were periods her brothers were just silent and nothing came through from their end.

It wasn’t long after she’d last spoken to one of her brothers when another tenticle came flying in through the top of Chey’s plane. The pretty little brunette screamed, the sound travelling down her mouthpiece and into the plane her brothers were in. For the first time Chey let herself be weak. She’d held out a lot longer than most people would have after ours of being a giant sky squids bitch. “Ben… Ryder… I’m scared!” The poor thing was soaked in her own blood and her body was shaking uncontrollably. She was so over this already.

((WOOO 666 WORD COUNT!))

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[Ryder James Winchester]

Ryder’s hands were trembling so badly, he couldn’t have kept a hold on the radio even if he’d wanted to. His wide grey eyes were locked on the massive thing that held his baby’s sister’s plane in mid air and like his hands; he had no control of them, he couldn’t have torn them away if his life depended on it. Which it didn’t…Chey’s life depended on it. Inhaling sharply to steel his resolve, the younger hunter let the sound of his older sibling’s voice ground him. Ben would know what to do. He always knew what to do…

It would be like that time they’d snuck out together when they were just boys, and they’d gotten caught peeking in through the back door of that strip club, trying to get a glimpse of some leg, or boob. At the time Ryder really didn’t know what he was supposed to be finding interesting in the half naked women, but Ben sure as hell was pretty excited about it, so HE was excited too.
Naturally, the door man that had spied them didn’t find this exciting or interesting AT ALL, and he’d pulled them both in by the ear threatening to call the cops first, and their parents second; that way Mom and Dad would have to bail them out of jail on charges of peeping tommery…or whatever.

Ben had been so smooth that night. Putting on a face only the adopted Winchester could pull off, he convinced the door man that their mom worked in the club and had left them home alone with no food and they were starving and they’d only come to beg for a little cash so they could order a pizza or something. Neither one of them would point out which stripper their mom was supposed to be, both afraid that she would get in trouble and get fired and where would that land them but with less food on the table and maybe no electricity to keep the heat on. The bouncer bought it hook, line, and sinker and they ended up sharing a pie in the break room and an invitation they could come to the club whenever they wanted, even when ‘mom’ wasn’t working.

It was at that point Ryder knew his big brother could do anything. And right about now he prayed he’d always been right.

He nodded in agreement with Ben when the elder hunter mentioned bullets and parachutes, and got a little tremble of exhilaration at the idea of letting the big jet do all the work for them. Maybe, just maybe this could work.

“Yeah, I saw the chutes when we boarded.” The young Winchester answered and pitched his thumb towards the entry way leading back towards the passenger area. “They’re stowed just outside the cockpit in a little compartment. They only carry enough for the flight crew though. Imagine that…” He narrowed his gaze on the pilot for an instance before turning back to his brother. “Enough for the three of us…two if he doesn’t cooperate.” And he motioned to the pilot this time with a nod of his head.

Ryder was feeling pretty confident this would work, that is until the sound of Chey’s blood-curdling scream echoed through the cockpit. They had to get moving. They had to do something before this son-of-a-bitch tore her plane up enough she wouldn’t be able to land it. Seizing the radio from his brother again, he gave the elder hunter a look of determination that he hoped would ring true in his voice. If they couldn’t calm baby sister down enough to focus, the plan would go to hell in a hand basket, and fast.

“Listen, Chey.” Ryder’s voice lacked the shudder of before, his center solely on her living instead of the other option. There was no other option. “We have a plan, but we need you to focus to make it work. Since you don’t have a chute, or access to the back of your jet, you’re gonna’ have to land. We’ll do what we can to draw that things attention until we can find a place that’s safe to put it down. Once we give you the word, you do what you do Chey…and I know you can do it. You’re not gonna’ have a lot of time and you’re gonna’ see our plane crash, but don’t worry…we’ll be on our way to the ground waiting on you…”

And with that Ryder shoved the radio back at Ben and turned his attention on the pilot. “You heard that right? You’re gonna’ find us a place that’s safe for her to land, because we’re going with Ben’s plan. Looks like you’re gon’ have to use the insurance to get you a new jet because this one’s gon’ be the bullet that goes into that thing.”

He moved toward the entry then, glancing back over his shoulder. “I’m getting the parachutes. We’re gonna’ do this thing and you better hope to god it works…”

[Ben Isaac Winchester]

((Gah, I hope this works for y'all...I figured that either Ry could post before Chey, or Chey could do a little 'and after Ben told her...blah, blah' kind of deal. If it's too crappy, lemme know. XD ))
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Now was probably the WORST time to feel any kind of pride, but hell if Ben didn't look at his younger brother with one helluva chest puff. Chey was in danger, there was some really weird, sci-fi tentacled thing floating above her plane, and for a minute there, all the Hunter could think was 'that's my brother.' There weren't many men who could hear their loved ones panic, see the danger in front of them and keep themselves so cool and collected. When had his little brother become so damn brave?

Ah, man, talk about some fucked up thoughts, he thought with a sigh. C'mon, Winchester. Time to get your head back in the game.

With a shrug of his shoulders and some very loud neck cracking, Ben forced his brain back on the task at hand. Okay, so if they flew their own plane into the slimy looking fucker, maybe they could distract it enough for Chey to bail out. There was no way in Hell that she could fly away from it, given the mangled look of that plane of hers…but if she jumped, and someone jumped right after her and caught her before opening their chute…yeah, that would definitely work. It would have to be timed up the whazoo, but it would work.

Shaking his head at Ryder, Ben glanced down at the shaking pilot. God, but he could really go for a cigarette right about then. “I don’t think she could land that thing, Ry,” He said, squinting at Chey’s plane. “She’s already said that the back of the plane is ripped off; she can’t fly without the back wing. All she could really do is crash.”

His eyes were on the squid-thing, his fingers playing with the walkie in his hand, and for some odd reason, he felt the urge to start laughing. Trust their family to find the biggest, strangest, most random monster in the known universe to piss off. Gah, if they lived through this? He was going to do some serious talking with Dad’s little angel buddy. Who the hell thought of making a freaking squid that floated in the goddamn sky? If he were dreaming, he was cutting all junk food out of his damn diet.

There was a strange light in the older Winchester’s eyes as he turned back to his brother. “I think someone’s gonna have to fly this thing straight into that fucker, while the others bail. A few shots to those tentacles should distract it long enough for Chey to jump out of her plane, then you go after her; catch her and land with your chute. This pilot’s liable to pass out soon, so he’ll be next.”

A reckless smile slid onto Ben’s lips as he glanced back at the squid. “I think I’m in the mood for some sushi. Suit up, Ryder, while I go tell Chey what’s going down.”

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[Chevrolet Winchester]

That was it. That was the plan. The words that echoed down the headset in her brothers voice were the instructions that determined whether or not Chey lived or died. It was possibly the stupidest plan she’d ever heard. Honestly, it was ridiculous. It was SO risky. I mean what was the chances that they could even time this right so that they not only went out the planes at the right times but that considering their weights, speed and the air resistance, Ryder would ACTUALLY be able to catch her. If they pulled this off it’d be a miracle. But what choice did she have? Fall to the ground and die or get eaten by a giant squid. Either way she was dead. Maybe when you’re a Winchester dead doesn’t always mean dead but that wasn’t exactly the point. She didn’t want to die. She was twenty two years old. She wasn’t ready to die. Yet she didn’t argue. Chey knew this plan was suicide but she didn’t argue. She was stubborn as all hell and she would fight with Ben till the cows came home if she wanted to but what did she know about fighting a monster in the sky? What did she honestly know about hunting full stop? Sure that’s what they went to school for and she’d done a good job holding her own so far but that didn’t mean if she went out on the field she could do it. That was for the males of the Winchester clan.

God knows that right now she was torn about how she felt about the whole hunting thing. On one hand if they boys had just let her hunt she might actually have the experience and confidence to get through things like this but on the other, she could have been in this situation long before now. So she nodded. No one could see her nod. No one could see anything but her plane tangled in amongst the endless amounts of tentacles. “Ben… I…. I… I mean….. Well….” The youngest Winchester had never been so scared in her life. A deep breath shuddered out of the bruised and battered brunette and then finally she let out. “I love you so much.” Seriously? How do you mentally prepare yourself to jump out of a plane without a parachute? One thing was sure, Chey didn’t ever want to get into a plane again. How did her only real escape become the thing she wanted to escape the most? Was it just some new way the world had found to torture her? Because god knew she needed more torture. But maybe, just maybe, some good would come of this. How stupid was it that the first time Chey would see or be near Ryder in over a year would be as he (hopefully) caught her in the sky. Chey waited for the go ahead and let out a sigh. “I’ll see you on the ground.” She wasn’t at all confident of that fact but if she was gonna convince herself, she had a couple of siblings to convince first.

She just shook as she lifted the headset off her face. Her hands trembled uncontrollably and tears started to stream down her face. One good thing about all this? She’d forgotten how much pain she was in and she’d definitely forgotten the world she was trying to avoid. Chey moved slowly towards the door. The floor beneath her creaked as she moved, adding to the fear she felt. She pushed the tears away from her face, looking down at her hands, at the blood she shifted with them and then pushed at the door to the plane. Once it was open it made no difference, it was just like it had been with the air coming through the holes in its sides and top… but it was like wind or something the way it hit her. The way the fear took over her body. Another creak. Chey was barely at her knees when the entire plane seemed to creak. Then another as her body gently touched down on the floor. Another as she shifted forward to let her legs dangle over the edge and looked up, swallowing thickly and taking a deep breath and jumped. Straight out of the plane she jumped. She closed her eyes and let the wind hit her and flew through the sky. I say flew, she wasn’t flying. She was falling. But at least she was doing it with style. If this was it? Well it was a hell of a way to go.

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[Ryder James Winchester]

So this was the plan.
Ryder paused for an instant after Ben had given the go ahead; his blue-grey gaze fixed on his brother as if the world rested in his hands. Which at the moment, it did.
But the middle sibling didn’t doubt his elder for a single moment. He never had. Where as other guys, especially hunters, looked up to their fathers or grandfathers, for Ryder it had always been his big brother. His hero.

Nodding quietly, the young hunter turned and pulled out the parachutes; tossing two into the cockpit before putting on his own and securing it and then securing it again. His hands were shaking so bad.
The door was opened with a little bit more effort than the middle Winchester expected, and then he was met with an icy wind that had his teeth chattering as bad as his hands were trembling.
Oh god. This was it. It was time to do this thing.
Ryder knew a moment of hesitation could cost him everything so he didn’t wait. Pulling out his revolver the young hunter emptied the bullets into the sky squid before leaping out into oblivion.

He was falling, falling, falling…
The wind whipped fiercely at his baby face, but Ryder tried his best to keep his eyes open and his shaking hand from pulling the chute release too soon. There was nothing but clouds everywhere; fluffy white and seemingly harmless clouds, but no Chey. Where the hell was she?!
Suddenly a dark haired form came into view and the young Winchester’s heart leapt into his throat. He tightened his limbs, pointing his body toward the floating figure. His hands were outstretched and he was gaining speed. He could almost reach her…

Finally! Ryder grasped the fabric of her shirt and pulled her into his chest; holding on for dear life. Chey was limp as a rag doll and there was blood everywhere, but he focused instead on the growing landscape beneath them.
When the timing seemed as right as it was ever gonna’ be the hunter gripped the release and pulled hard, and the pair was jerked upwards when the parachute caught a blustery current of air. After what seemed like hours more than minutes they hit the ground running, tumbling over one another when they lost momentum.

Clinging to his baby sister Ryder pulled her into his lap and wrapped a gentle but protective arm around her.
“Chey!” Ryder held her and rocked back and forth, rubbing her arms to warm her. “Baby girl we made it. You’re gonna’ be okay…” He lifted a hand to move a blood caked strand of brown silk from her dazed eyes. “Everything is gonna’ be alright…”

oh God, where was Ben?

Ryder tilted his face up to the heavens in time to see an explosion and he gasped, clutching Chey tighter.

Where was his big brother?

[Ben Isaac Winchester]

Ben watched the play of emotion steal across Ryder’s face and he felt that vicious grin on his face soften. He looked so young, there; so much like the happy, care free kid that he’d known in another life. There was so much he wanted to say; so many apologies, declarations that he wanted to make…but he wouldn’t. He kept his goddamn mouth shut because nobody was going to die, and he’d have plenty of time to go all soap opera on each other when the job was over. So, with a little salute, Ben watched his brother jump out of the plane’s door and prayed for a miracle.

There was gonna be some talking-to with God if his siblings didn’t reach the ground safely; that was for damn sure.

“Well, bubba, it’s just you and me now,” Turning to the pilot, the elder Winchester pasted on a cocky grin, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the man’s answering gurgle. With a sigh, he snagged a pair of copilot headphones and patched himself into the control tower, as he’d seen the pilot attempt to do. Memory had him eyeing the switches and knobs, and placing his hands on the wheel. ”Don’t worry; you won’t be here for much longer. Just show me how to switch from autopilot to manual, and you can go.”

”Are you freaking crazy?!” The man sputtered. His eyes bugged out at the tentacles again, as a litany of Hail Mary’s escaped him. At the sight of Ben’s gun suddenly hovering in front of his eyes, however, he seemed to regain his composure and do as he was told.

Okay, so this was definitely one of his crappier ideas, Ben thought ten minutes later. After completing his task, ‘ol Bob the Pilot had abandoned ship, leaving him along with a blinking, beeping dashboard and a squid hovering outside. The Hunter watched him for a moment; that bobbing black speck as it disappeared into those soft clouds. Then, with a tightening of his jaw, he turned back toward the squid…and HE started praying.

”As I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death,” He muttered, maneuvering the nose of the plane toward the monster. ‘Ol Chad seemed to be having a slight meltdown, as it realized its plaything was no longer in the plane. Those tentacles were writhing in and out of the various holes it made and the air vibrated with a low rumble of an angry wail. That’s right, bitch, Ben thought with a laugh. There ain’t no Winchester on the menu today!

”I shall fear no evil,” The words echoed in the empty cockpit as his plane got closer. Half-hazardly, he shoved his arms through the flaps of his parachute and yanked the steering wheel up, aiming the nose at the roiling mass of slime attached to the tentacles. Damn, but Chad needed a nose job, didn’t he? The thing seemed to be noticing the second Winchester-laden plane buzzing toward it and undulating tentacles reached toward him. While they stuck to the window of the cockpit, he pulled out a bottle of whiskey Bob had mentioned before his jump, stored in an emergency slot under his seat. After taking a swig, he took out his favorite lighter and grinned at the slimy things trying to crush the life out of the windshield.

”Aw, fuck the damn praying,” He said to the various suction cups making spider cracks on the glass. ”Here’s one just for you, Chad; BURN, FUCKER, BURN!”

A blast of his pistol broke the glass, sending a few of the tentacles jerking back, like fingers caught on a hot stove. With a yell, he threw the bottle at them, lobbed off another shot so the liquor misted in the air, then flipped off the autopilot and nosedived right into the fucker. The roar of pain cut through the air as propellers found flesh, which was muffled by a gasping scream of fire as it found the stream of alcohol. The air suddenly exploded, and the jerk of the plane had him flying back into the body of the plane. Pain blossomed in his head as he hit a few choice walls and beams, and as Chad screamed again, he threw himself out the door.

Alrighty, so parachuting was not all it was cracked up to be, Ben thought a few seconds later. For one thing, there was the problem of spinning feet over shnoz so fast he felt like puking, when a guy didn’t dive out as prettily as his younger brother. Then there was the wind in his eyes, making the poor suckers feel like exploding…and let’s not forget the freaking burning plane crashing about his freaking head! The next damn time he got into Die Hard mode, he REALLY hoped that someone would smack him! Mother FUCKER, he was no Bruce Willis! How the FUCK did people do this in the movies?!

Chad screamed as fire and metal ate at its flesh, and Ben screamed because, SHIT, he now had a terror of heights. Burning pieces of plane and squid fell with him and frantically, he pulled at the lever of his chute. He twisted his body, another yell escaping him as spinning turned to falling head-first. Holy shit, holy shit, he was gonna die! AAAAHHHHHHHH—

A whoosh and a snap jerked him up as the parachute opened. He must have blacked out for a minute, because the next thing he knew, he was floating toward the ground. The steering straps were clenched in his fists, and he let loose a whoop of triumph. He wasn’t gonna die, he wasn’t gonna die!

…Well, at least not by plummeting to his death sans parachute. A loud RIP had him jerking his head up, and his happy yell turned right back into one of fear as a part of the plane sliced right through the thin material above his head. He was jerked to the side, heading toward the runway.

Looking down at the ground quickly approaching, he let loose a martyred sigh. ”This is really gonna hurt,” He managed to say, a moment before he hit the ground.

His legs and hips screamed at the impact, and the breath whooshed out of him as the parachute continued to pull him across the asphalt. There were firey pieces of crap flying all around him, but hell if he could see anything but the stars in front of his eyes. In one last, desperate move, he managed to tear his knife out of the leather pocket at his side and cut the strings, managing not to slice his own neck in the process. At last, he was still, and for a few seconds, he lay on his stomach and contemplated the puddle of oil and water his face was currently being pressed into.

Ah, family. A guy had to love ‘em.

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[Chevrolet Winchester]

She was braced for it. She was ready for the worst. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her brother but after that much time you come to realize that you’re probably screwed. It could have been worse. She got her brothers back together. She got her brothers to share a confined space for more than 5 minutes without killing one another and she’d literally got to the point where she didn’t think that was possible. Maybe it was her time but if it was then maybe something good came out of it. There were so many things she didn’t get to do but she was more worried about the people she didn’t get to say goodbye to. Did her mom know how thankful she was for everything she’d done for her? Did Bastian know that she really was in love with him? Did her brothers actually know that they were everything to her and she loved them more than anything? The Winchesters against the world. Her eyes were closed and her body relaxed, ready to just let it happen. She was ready to hit the ground and then it happened… There was a sudden tug at her shirt and the sudden feeling of arms around. Oh god how she’d missed those arms. Her hands moved to cling to Ryder and as the pair were pulled higher by the parachute opening.

As they hit the ground, Chey winced heavily. The impact forced her waves of pain up through her body. She was a sight, that was for sure. But that was all made better by the way her big brother scooped her up into his arms. A position she’d assumed about a million times over the years, Chey’s body curved up into Ryder’s. Their bodies had always been like two pieces of the same puzzle, Chey fit perfectly into Ryder, but they weren’t complete without Ben. God Ben! Where the hell was Ben? If anything happened to him she was never going to forgive herself. But she let herself be babied by Ryder. She needed it. She really did. Ryder said her name as he rocked her back and forth, rubbing her arms for warmth. She was shivering but she wasn’t even sure it was the temperature so much as the sheer amount of adrenaline that had been surging through her. He told her they made it and that she was going to be okay and then moved the hair out of her face. For a short moment, Chey was reluctant to look, convinced if she did she’d be forced to accept her brother wasn’t really there and this was all some trick her brain was playing on her. But as her bright green eyes fluttered upwards, there he was.

It was so surreal, nothing had ever been so surreal and she’d just been pursued by a giant squid in the sky. He held her tight, told her everything was going to be okay, looking up to the sky. You could see and hear the plane explode in the sky, taking that horrible creature with it. Ryder’s grip tightened and Chey couldn’t help but jump, once again reminding herself how much pain she was in. She didn’t think about or try to control herself, she just found herself whispering mindlessly to the middle sibling. “Once a Winchester, always a Winchester!” She laughed gently, not because it was funny, but because her body was now running by itself and not too sure of what to do. The pain in her chest and stomach caused her laugh to quickly turn to choking, forcing her to sit up slightly in Ryder’s lap, her clenched fist in front of her mouth as she coughed into it. She could feel the blood hitting her hand but didn’t care anymore. She couldn’t exactly become more of a mess, could she? But looking up, Chey was able to notice as soon as Ben came close to the ground, watching his ‘chute get sliced and his body hit the ground.

She lifted off Ryder instantly, not willing to let anything hold her back. She screamed in agony as she put weight onto her leg but moved off regardless. Hobbling over to her eldest brother as quickly as she could. As she reached Ben, face down on the floor, her own body practically fell beside it, laying on the ground with her head slightly elevated off it. Blood, sweat and tears already covered her entire 5 foot 4 frame so she didn’t care about the dirt or whatever else was on the floor. As she lay there, Chey’s hand reached out to nudge Ben, checking for him to move. “Trust you to land on your face, Benny.” The pain was becoming more excruciating with every passing second, the rush of sheer adrenaline, slowly leaving her body. Her leg was killing her and she wasn’t quite how she was going to get her boot off. Suddenly she could see the downside to knee high boots without zips. Chey’s head rested against the ground, still tilted see her big brother so she didn’t have to suffer the face full of crap Ben had been experiencing. Her eyes fluttered delicately as her body gave up on itself, gently losing consciousness.

[Ryder James Winchester]

Ryder held his baby sister like he’d done a million times in the past. When she’d had a nightmare and snuck into his room, when she’d fallen down and gotten a boo-boo on her knee, when they were watching a horror movie and he was trying to convince her that Dad would be back soon and he’d be okay and the thing he was hunting was -way- less scary than the thing on screen.
It felt as if there had been no time passed between then and now; once again she was that little girl with a messy brown ponytail and watery jade eyes and the sentiment in that gaze was pure trust. The middle Winchester wished that he was worthy of that trust. He wished that he’d never left; instead, to have allowed his family to help him heal the wounds still so tender within. If he’d done that then maybe, just maybe he’d warrant the faith burning in those unfathomable orbs.

There were so many things he wanted to say to her. Apologies…explanations…
Ryder knew there would be plenty of time for that but right now there were other things to worry about; like getting Chey to a hospital and Ben safe on the ground.

The explosion above still had him shaking, and he searched the sky for his sibling with a look of absolute horror when the clouds turned dark and steel and fire rained from the sky.
A sigh of relief escaped Ryder when he caught sight of a small figure floating toward the ground, the sigh becoming laughter as the form got bigger the closer it got, turned to Ben dangling from a parachute.
But within seconds it all went terribly wrong. Falling debris caught the chute and suddenly he was falling with too much momentum to land safely. He hit the earth with a thud and then kept skidding, and for a moment when he finally stopped, the hunter couldn’t breath. Ben wasn’t moving.

Ryder was reluctant to let Chevrolet out of the safety of his arms, but he couldn’t have stopped her if he’d tried. She tore away from him and limped toward Ben, falling onto the ground with him before Ry had even had a chance to pull himself up.
Sprinting over to his brother and sister, the young hunter dropped to his knees beside them, and intense concern was written all over his face.

“Ben…bro…talk to me…” Ryder shook him gently, his gaze darting back and forth between the male and female. There was no way in hell he was gonna’ be able to carry them -both- to safety, but if need be he would throw Chey over his shoulder and drag Ben’s ass behind them.

The eldest Winchester sibling’s body rose and fell with gentle movement as he breathed, which instantly calmed the middle brother to some extent. At least he was still alive.
“Damn it Ben, don’t do this to me.” He ordered, and his vision had gone blurry when faced with two seriously injured siblings. “I need you’re help…please.”

He was already pulling Chey into his arms, trying his best not to jostle her badly broken body.

[Ben Isaac Winchester]

God, but jumping out of a plane freaking hurt. How did those extreme sports guys do this crap for a living, without splattering their brains out all over the damn ground? Ben contemplated all of this as he turned his face away from the oily puddle he’d fallen into. Well, considering that he’d just crashed a plane into a flying squid, managed not to get tentacle-d to death, then dodged all kinds of fiery debris until he was a good ten feet from the ground, he figured he was pretty good for a novice. Hell, if Bruce Willis tried any of this, he’d have sued!

Now, Chuck Norris on the other hand…

He heard footsteps approaching from somewhere to the side, but he was too damn tired to acknowledge them. His legs hurt, his back hurt, his hips hurt, his head hurt where it was a pingpong ball on the plane…hell, his toenails hurt, for christ’s sake! All he had to say was that he’d better be getting a lot of freaking thank-you cookies for this one. Or a new muffler for the Impala. Ooh, or that really nice Sig Sauer he’d been drooling over in the Guns’N’Ammo magazine the other day—

An angel’s voice rang out in the chaos around them, and something in Ben’s chest loosened. The aches and pains he felt was nothing, when compared to the relief that tore through him. Thank you Jesus, his siblings were alright, alive…shaking him a bit too roughly for his head’s liking. Oh gah, pain, pain, pain…

Slowly, grunting and cursing with every movement, the eldest Winchester pushed himself up so that he was resting on his hands and knees. His words were a bit slurry, as if he’d drank a few shots of tequila on his way back down to earth. ”I’m here, Ry, don’t worry. Everything’s gonna be okay. Just gotta give your big bro a sec, kay? He needs to remember where the ‘stop’ button is on the tilta-whirl…”

Whoof, okay, so he could move; he’d proved that. Now, could someone please stop the runway from spinning? If they could manage that, life would be AWESOME…gah, he was gonna puke. Definitely gonna puke into that big pile of oil he was lying in. Did that mean he had a concussion? Falling onto his side, another string of curses burst from him. Fuck the concussion; he DEFINITELY had a few cracked ribs, that was for damn sure.

Not that any of that compared to how his sister looked, when he finally convinced his eyeballs to uncross and focus on her face. Christ on a crutch!

Though he wanted to push himself to his feet, scoop her up and run hollering for the nearest doctor, Ben forced a calm expression onto his face. She was talking, so that was a good sign. The blood on her lips wasn’t, but if he could convince the damn world to stop its damn spinning for two damn seconds, they could be on their way.

”You better can that sarcasm, squirt,” He said to his sister, shoving himself onto his hands and knees again. ”Or I’ma go find a tentacle and strangle you with it. Only you would find a freaking flying squid, Chey. Only you, I swear.” A laugh escaped him, softening the words, and with a few more choice comments about Chad’s origins, he managed to push himself to his feet.

Keeee-rist, he was going to be feeling this one tomorrow. Shaking his head to clear it, he gave Ryder a once over before letting loose a dramatic sigh. ”As usual, you’re the only one unscathed. Awesome. Okay, c’mon, little sister. It’s time to go visit the doctor, so we can kill you ourselves later…”

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[Ryder James Winchester]

Ryder could have let the dam break at hearing his big brother’s slurred, yet sarcastic voice. What the hell, it was only family here…and so he did. The middle Winchesters grey-blue eyes glazed over with relief and happiness, and for the moment his brother and sister were alive and he was with them and all that had happened before today was forgotten, for now.
Wiping at damp eyes with the back of his hand, Ryder nodded in understanding at his big brother and then moved to lift Chey up into his arms ‘bride over the threshold style’. She was so thin, and hardly weighed a thing; it stole the breath from the hunter’s chest.
She had always been wispy as a willow, but now she just seemed so…frail and broken, and he wondered if her state had been like this before the sky squid and the plane.

Steeling his shaking legs and his runaway reflections, Ryder couldn’t help the smirk that ghosted over his boyish face at Ben’s usual cynicism; both directed at him as well as the younger sibling in his arms. Yup, he was going to be juuuust fine.
“You should be used to it now big bro.” He remarked teasingly, and took an unsteady step towards the sound of traffic. “The fact that I’m superman, I mean.”

All joking aside, Ryder knew that time was of the essence. Mindful that Ben probably couldn’t hobble as fast as he could run, especially wounded, and the fact that it wouldn’t do Chey and good if moved with her too harshly, the middle Winchester kept a careful stride until he reached the highway, which at this time of day was crowded with vehicles.
They waved down a kindly elderly couple who drove faster than one would expect of a pair of the blue-haired variety, thankfully reaching the county hospital in less than twenty minutes.

As Ryder rushed in through the ambulance/emergency entrance he glanced back briefly to make sure Ben was following, and ignored the protests from a scrub clad woman that ‘he wasn’t supposed to be back here!’
“She needs help, now!” Ryder ordered the nurse and a few orderlies that had approached, unwilling to hand her over when said orderlies tried to take her from him. Instead he carried her to the small curtained area where he was directed, gently laying her on the gurney and halfheartedly moving aside as the nurses and other emergency staff pushed him away.

Frozen with fear for their sister, Ryder clutched his chest, teary eyes blinking as he watched them cutting off Chey’s clothes in order to get at her skin. He heard Ben beside him, and he was aware of other nurses asking the older Winchester if they could take a look at him, but for the life of him all he could do was watch as they worked on the blood covered body of his baby sister.