Never Fear (The Winchesters Are Here)
As a Kite
"Dean?!"
"Right here, kid. Right here," he yelled from below. His words were steady, but his heart was not. "You able to get down?" He was pacing, though he didn't stray too far from you.
You shuddered, held tighter to the inclined platform, and shouted down, "No." Most of your weight was on the backboard of the basketball hoop, which was held up horizontally by pulleys on the ceiling. It was a twenty foot drop from where you sat, which was a fatal fall—or worse, paralyzing. If Bobby was any indication, that wasn't fun.
"Do you want me to come up there?" He was already gauging the structure, figuring out how to get to you.
"No," you said miserably, stopping him. Because what would that do? Then you'd both be stuck up here.
"Okay, okay, just—" A loud banging from outside the gymnasium cut him off.