SPN H/C Challenge # 6 Fic - "Bend ... But Don't Break"
Title: Bend ... But Don't Break
Author: bunnymaccool
Characters: Dean, Sam
Genre/pairing: Gen
Rating: PG-13
Word-count: 1,137
Spoilers: set sometime between 7x10 and 7x17, so if you're not up to date with Season 7 ... beware.
Warnings: Violence. Dean-bashing. No... I mean... literally
Summary: Using the prompt as the summary... cuz it's pretty self-explanatory! XD Dean suffers a serious blow to the head which causes him to fall unconscious with his eyes open. Sam, seeing Dean in this state, cannot immediately check on/tend to him - and fears he is dead.
Notes: Written for hoodie_time’s Dean-focused h/c fic and art challenge #6, for this prompt by paperchain1 (I hope this is close to what you were hoping for!! 8D )
Disclaimer: I own nothing mentioned in the story below. Well ... maybe the Sheriff and the Deputy ... but I don't really want them. LOL!
~*~
Being held down face first in grime and sludge was never Sam’s idea of a good hunt. Funny though, it happened a lot more than he thought possible. Before… it was the monster of the week. Then it was demons. Followed closely by ‘prickless douche-bag’ angels. (Dean’s words, not his.) Now it was Leviathans. The trend was really starting to piss him off.
Shifting his weight, Sam tried to jab his elbow into the solar plexus of the asshole holding him down. This Leviathan had taken the form of the town Sheriff, and the man was not small, not by any means. The face-munching jackass (again, Dean’s words, not his) garbled a chuckle deep in his triple-chinned throat and slammed Sam’s face down into the muddy floor again.
“Hush now, sweet thang … just enjoy the show. We’ll get to you.”
Sam growled out his frustration and shot a desperate glance to the tub of Ajax only inches from his prone form. A pained cry made him whip his gaze back to the scene before him. The other Leviathan, this one the beanpole Deputy, had landed a solid punch to Dean’s gut and doubled him over. A sinking feeling of terror was beginning to splinter through Sam’s stomach. They were losing this fight. They hadn’t been prepared. Had been taken by surprise. Too caught up in everything they had lost in such a short period of time to notice the ambush.
The Deputy cracked an elbow to the side of Dean’s head and caused him to tumble over. A spike of fear shot up Sam’s spine, but his brother was still a damn fine hunter and he quickly tucked and rolled out of the danger zone before staggering back to his feet. Sam desperately wanted to call out to him, remind him of the Ajax only feet away, but any little distraction and Dean would be in more trouble than he already was.
“Mmmm… son… you sure smell delicious. How’s about a little bite?”
That was all the warning Sam got before needle-point teeth sank into his shoulder and he cried out in pain.
“SAM!!”
The world slowed to a syrup-thick crawl around Sam. He turned his head towards Dean, only the meet his brother’s concerned gaze. Which meant he was distracted. Which meant he wasn’t paying attention to the Deputy stalking up behind him. Which meant he never had the chance to block the billy club before it cracked him hard against the back of the head.
Everything went silent as Dean pitched forward and crashed hard to the ground. His face was turned toward Sam, eyes open and pupils blown wide.
“DEAN!”
The Deputy and Sheriff were roaring with laughter, but the sound was just white noise ringing in Sam’s ears as he concentrated on his brother. He waited desperately for a blink, for a choked gasp, for anything.
Nothing happened.
“DEAN!!!”
Not even a flinch of response. Just a disturbingly still body with eyes focused on nothing. Something deep within Sam’s chest ripped right down the middle.
“No, no no no no … NOOOOOOOOOO!!! DEAN!!”
Flashes of images were spiraling through his minds eye quick as lightening. Mom. Dad. Jess. Bobby. Ellen. Jo. Cas. Everybody. Sam Winchester had lost every single person in his life that he’d ever loved. Even Dean once, and that had damn near broken him. He couldn’t lose him again. He couldn’t. He would have nothing. He would be nothing.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
With every once of strength he had, Sam bucked and kicked and twisted until the Leviathan on his back lost his balance in the frenzy and toppled over. Sam screamed in wordless rage as he rolled and grabbed the cleaning solution that had before been just out of reach. The Deputy was coming up behind him, but Sam popped off the lid of the Ajax and flung some directly into it’s snarling mug.
Spinning about-face as the Leviathan screamed and fizzled in pain, he just barely missed being clubbed by the Sheriff. A quick douse of cleaner had the bastard smoking and squealing in tune with his Deputy. Sam took off towards the axe Dean had lost during his earlier fight, and quickly dispatched heads from bodies. For a couple moments his rage completely blinded him to everything but hacking and hacking and hacking at the vile creatures before him.
His violent haze finally tempered off and left him gasping in exertion as he dropped the black splattered axe to the ground. Sam closed his eyes for a brief second to gain control of himself, before slowly turning towards the body of his brother. Choking on a sob, he slid to his knees beside Dean.
The bright bottle green eyes he’d always been secretly a little jealous of were dimmed and glassy. Tears flowed freely down Sam’s face and he allowed them their freedom.
“Dean.”
His voice was harsh as steel wool in his throat and raspy with emotion. Tentatively, Sam reached a trembling hand towards his brother’s face. He had to know for certain. Nothing … nothing in the world could prepare him for the answer … but he had to be sure.
His dirty fingers trailed through his brother’s short, styled hair first before trekking down towards the pulse point on his neck. Hating himself for his cowardice, Sam paused for a brief second before touching his fingers to Dean’s cool skin.
A weak, but steady beat thrummed against his fingertips.
Sam sobbed viciously in relief and practically collapsed on top of his brother. His fingers immediately began to search through Dean’s blood-matted hair for the head wound. The instant he skimmed over the large bump Dean sucked in a gasping breath and started coughing.
“Dean! It’s okay! It’s okay!”
Squeezing his eyes tightly closed, Dean groaned and slowly rolled over onto his back.
“Sam?”
Sam hiccupped a little as he chuckled and tried to surreptitiously wipe the tear tracks from his face.
“Yeah. Yeah. I’m okay.”
Dean reached around slowly to tenderly touch at the goose egg on the back of his skull. He grimaced in pain while he checked the area.
“Damn face-munching jackass clocked me good.”
The vice grip that had been clenching Sam’s heart was slowly starting to release it’s hold. He ran a hand down his own face, ignoring the grit he could feel sticking to his skin, and let go a shuddering sigh.
“Sure did.”
Dean’s hand flopped back to his side and he opened his eyes to look at Sam.
“Did you get ‘em?”
Sam snorted and shifted to sit properly on the floor, legs stretched out before him.
“Yeah. Yeah, I got ‘em.”
His brother giggled a little deliriously and smacked Sam soundly on the thigh.
“That’s my boy!”
Sam closed his eyes … and just breathed.
~FIN~
Author: bunnymaccool
Characters: Dean, Sam
Genre/pairing: Gen
Rating: PG-13
Word-count: 1,137
Spoilers: set sometime between 7x10 and 7x17, so if you're not up to date with Season 7 ... beware.
Warnings: Violence. Dean-bashing. No... I mean... literally
Summary: Using the prompt as the summary... cuz it's pretty self-explanatory! XD Dean suffers a serious blow to the head which causes him to fall unconscious with his eyes open. Sam, seeing Dean in this state, cannot immediately check on/tend to him - and fears he is dead.
Notes: Written for hoodie_time’s Dean-focused h/c fic and art challenge #6, for this prompt by paperchain1 (I hope this is close to what you were hoping for!! 8D )
Disclaimer: I own nothing mentioned in the story below. Well ... maybe the Sheriff and the Deputy ... but I don't really want them. LOL!
~*~
Being held down face first in grime and sludge was never Sam’s idea of a good hunt. Funny though, it happened a lot more than he thought possible. Before… it was the monster of the week. Then it was demons. Followed closely by ‘prickless douche-bag’ angels. (Dean’s words, not his.) Now it was Leviathans. The trend was really starting to piss him off.
Shifting his weight, Sam tried to jab his elbow into the solar plexus of the asshole holding him down. This Leviathan had taken the form of the town Sheriff, and the man was not small, not by any means. The face-munching jackass (again, Dean’s words, not his) garbled a chuckle deep in his triple-chinned throat and slammed Sam’s face down into the muddy floor again.
“Hush now, sweet thang … just enjoy the show. We’ll get to you.”
Sam growled out his frustration and shot a desperate glance to the tub of Ajax only inches from his prone form. A pained cry made him whip his gaze back to the scene before him. The other Leviathan, this one the beanpole Deputy, had landed a solid punch to Dean’s gut and doubled him over. A sinking feeling of terror was beginning to splinter through Sam’s stomach. They were losing this fight. They hadn’t been prepared. Had been taken by surprise. Too caught up in everything they had lost in such a short period of time to notice the ambush.
The Deputy cracked an elbow to the side of Dean’s head and caused him to tumble over. A spike of fear shot up Sam’s spine, but his brother was still a damn fine hunter and he quickly tucked and rolled out of the danger zone before staggering back to his feet. Sam desperately wanted to call out to him, remind him of the Ajax only feet away, but any little distraction and Dean would be in more trouble than he already was.
“Mmmm… son… you sure smell delicious. How’s about a little bite?”
That was all the warning Sam got before needle-point teeth sank into his shoulder and he cried out in pain.
“SAM!!”
The world slowed to a syrup-thick crawl around Sam. He turned his head towards Dean, only the meet his brother’s concerned gaze. Which meant he was distracted. Which meant he wasn’t paying attention to the Deputy stalking up behind him. Which meant he never had the chance to block the billy club before it cracked him hard against the back of the head.
Everything went silent as Dean pitched forward and crashed hard to the ground. His face was turned toward Sam, eyes open and pupils blown wide.
“DEAN!”
The Deputy and Sheriff were roaring with laughter, but the sound was just white noise ringing in Sam’s ears as he concentrated on his brother. He waited desperately for a blink, for a choked gasp, for anything.
Nothing happened.
“DEAN!!!”
Not even a flinch of response. Just a disturbingly still body with eyes focused on nothing. Something deep within Sam’s chest ripped right down the middle.
“No, no no no no … NOOOOOOOOOO!!! DEAN!!”
Flashes of images were spiraling through his minds eye quick as lightening. Mom. Dad. Jess. Bobby. Ellen. Jo. Cas. Everybody. Sam Winchester had lost every single person in his life that he’d ever loved. Even Dean once, and that had damn near broken him. He couldn’t lose him again. He couldn’t. He would have nothing. He would be nothing.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
With every once of strength he had, Sam bucked and kicked and twisted until the Leviathan on his back lost his balance in the frenzy and toppled over. Sam screamed in wordless rage as he rolled and grabbed the cleaning solution that had before been just out of reach. The Deputy was coming up behind him, but Sam popped off the lid of the Ajax and flung some directly into it’s snarling mug.
Spinning about-face as the Leviathan screamed and fizzled in pain, he just barely missed being clubbed by the Sheriff. A quick douse of cleaner had the bastard smoking and squealing in tune with his Deputy. Sam took off towards the axe Dean had lost during his earlier fight, and quickly dispatched heads from bodies. For a couple moments his rage completely blinded him to everything but hacking and hacking and hacking at the vile creatures before him.
His violent haze finally tempered off and left him gasping in exertion as he dropped the black splattered axe to the ground. Sam closed his eyes for a brief second to gain control of himself, before slowly turning towards the body of his brother. Choking on a sob, he slid to his knees beside Dean.
The bright bottle green eyes he’d always been secretly a little jealous of were dimmed and glassy. Tears flowed freely down Sam’s face and he allowed them their freedom.
“Dean.”
His voice was harsh as steel wool in his throat and raspy with emotion. Tentatively, Sam reached a trembling hand towards his brother’s face. He had to know for certain. Nothing … nothing in the world could prepare him for the answer … but he had to be sure.
His dirty fingers trailed through his brother’s short, styled hair first before trekking down towards the pulse point on his neck. Hating himself for his cowardice, Sam paused for a brief second before touching his fingers to Dean’s cool skin.
A weak, but steady beat thrummed against his fingertips.
Sam sobbed viciously in relief and practically collapsed on top of his brother. His fingers immediately began to search through Dean’s blood-matted hair for the head wound. The instant he skimmed over the large bump Dean sucked in a gasping breath and started coughing.
“Dean! It’s okay! It’s okay!”
Squeezing his eyes tightly closed, Dean groaned and slowly rolled over onto his back.
“Sam?”
Sam hiccupped a little as he chuckled and tried to surreptitiously wipe the tear tracks from his face.
“Yeah. Yeah. I’m okay.”
Dean reached around slowly to tenderly touch at the goose egg on the back of his skull. He grimaced in pain while he checked the area.
“Damn face-munching jackass clocked me good.”
The vice grip that had been clenching Sam’s heart was slowly starting to release it’s hold. He ran a hand down his own face, ignoring the grit he could feel sticking to his skin, and let go a shuddering sigh.
“Sure did.”
Dean’s hand flopped back to his side and he opened his eyes to look at Sam.
“Did you get ‘em?”
Sam snorted and shifted to sit properly on the floor, legs stretched out before him.
“Yeah. Yeah, I got ‘em.”
His brother giggled a little deliriously and smacked Sam soundly on the thigh.
“That’s my boy!”
Sam closed his eyes … and just breathed.
~FIN~