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Day 1

Nov 01, 2009 02:04

Sam honestly wasn't sure if he slept per se or if he just passed out. The last thing he remembered was giving Dean the gun and then it was pretty much lights out from there. He woke with a sharp pain in his knee, probably from being shoved into such a tight space all night, and it was only when he cracked open his eyes that he realized it was ( Read more... )

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roads_end November 1 2009, 14:05:42 UTC

Dean wasn’t sure how long he sat there with the gun feeling alien in his hand; minutes blurred into each other and it wasn’t that dead silence he was used to back home, even when he glanced over and Sam was all limp like he’d died, his eyes closed, and Dean had that split second of panic before common sense took over - that was a new one, being able to think something through without an iron rod jammed between his ribs to change his mind - and he realized Sam was still alive. Still could feel that burning heat, and if he stopped to look, he could see his chest rise and fall, hear his quiet breaths. Sleeping. His brother was just sleeping, which meant it was his job to hold the gun and sit here in the dark until Sam woke up ( ... )

allroadslead November 1 2009, 17:05:01 UTC

At first, Sam just had no idea what the hell Dean was talking about. He furrowed his brows at Dean for a good thirty seconds, glancing from Dean to where Dean was pointing and back again since Sam couldn't see anything, but he thought maybe Dean somehow had senses he didn't. It wasn't until he really focused on what Dean was looking at that he realized Dean was staring directly at the hazy beam of light filtering through the thick canopy overhead.

Dean wasn't-was he? He was.

OhSam barked out a laugh, startled ( ... )

roads_end November 1 2009, 18:51:59 UTC

Sam didn't look threatened at all by the - well, he knew what morning was, it was when the staff started coming in and he could hear them on the other side of the door. It was just that he'd never actually seen it happen like this, all gradual and with sunlight, and it was a lot slower than he'd expected, instead of all the light just flaring on at once in the room and blinding him each time, like it was supposed to in the first place. Dean couldn't help keeping an eye on it even as Sam disentangled his fingers from the gun. Yeah, it wasn't exactly what he'd thought morning would look like. A part of him still wanted to try to shoot the sunlight, just to make sure ( ... )

allroadslead November 2 2009, 06:51:28 UTC

How exactly Sam was meant to show Dean how to walk was a question in and of itself-there weren't usually instruction booklets for these things-but he figured what he could do was help Dean along and take it from there. Dean had made it this far, which he figured was pretty impressive in and of itself considering how long he'd been...there, how badly he'd been hurt.

Sam stood, brushing whatever leaves he could off his jeans. He'd barely gotten to his feet when Dean started trying to do the same.

"Hey." He caught Dean's unbroken arm, supporting him. "Take it easy."

The last thing he wanted was for Dean to get busted up even more because he tripped or something. Sam's eyes roamed over the canvas of cuts that still oozed a deep black-red blood. He didn't even want to take a look at Dean's feet given the terrain they've been walking over, though he knew he'd have to sooner or later. It was clear Dean didn't register the injuries, but that didn't mean Sam could just let him go around accumulating them like points ( ... )

roads_end November 2 2009, 07:46:49 UTC

It sounded easier said than done ( ... )