Butterflies
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Butterflies
Author: black_ladybug/sweetxpoison666
Pairing: none
Rating: T
Summary: Dean has been attacked by the monster they were hunting.
Warnings: none really
Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Dean or Sam.. just borrowing.
Feedback: would be lovely
Dean fell back into the tall grass wet with dew. The sun was just coming over the horizon; the dew drops seemed to glisten like hundreds of tiny diamonds around him. His breathing was slow and deep as he tried to pull himself back off the ground. Every time he moved a sharp white hot pain burst through his side. His hand slid over the spot and felt a warm sticky substance.
Above him an orange butterfly flapped across his vision. This moment was peaceful and quiet. Suddenly the butterfly was gone and Sam was there. He tried to think of why his brother was so panicked.
“Dean? Dean! you’re gonna be alright.” Sam said frantically as he fumbled to pull his cell phone from his pocket. He pulled off his jacket and white button down over shirt, placing it over the gushing wound on Dean’s side.
Turning his head slightly Dean caught sight of the butterfly once more. A small smile crept across his lips as he watched it float above him. “Butterflies…” Dean trailed off.
Sam looked down at his wounded brother. He seemed to be staring off as if in a trance. “What?” He looked around quickly then back down at Dean. “Just hold on. You’ve been poisoned.” He held the phone back to his ear and waited for an answer. “Bobby!”
Dean could only hear Sam mumbling frantically into his phone. But that word: poison. That was vaguely familiar. Should he be worried? Was he attacked by the monster they were hunting? All of this was irrelevant and trivial to him as he lay there watching the little orange butterfly swirl around him.
When things started to fade Dean felt a sense of peace wash over him. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep, relaxing sleep.
When Dean finally opened his eyes he realized he was in a hospital room. The beeping of the machine echoed off the white walls. He tried to sit up but a flash of pain cut through him; he just lay back, looked around. He saw Sam sitting in the chair beside the bed asleep. “Sam?” Dean managed to say, but his voice was rough and quiet.
Sam stirred slightly, groggily opening his eyes. He looked over at Dean and jumped from the chair to the side of the bed. “Dean? Are you alright?”
Glancing down at the blood soaked bandages on his side he grimaced. “I’m alive. Call the nurse would ya?” Sam obliged and pressed the call button.
After a short discussion with the doctor and a bandage change Dean lay back staring at mindlessly at the television as he flipped channels.
“Dean?” He heard Sam ask as he scooted the chair closer to the bed.
He looked at his brother, “Yeah?”
Fidgeting with the cuff of his jacket Sam stared at the floor. “What do you remember?” He paused a moment before looking up at Dean. “I mean, the poison from that thing is also a hallucinogen… so what did you see?”
Dean turned away from his brother and looked out the window as a small orange butterfly landed on the glass. “Nothing.."
The End