748. it's always darkest before dawn

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HURT & COMFORT RP [EXPANDED 2.0]
Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.

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Dean Winchester | Supernatural | Open

[hunting_trip]

Prefer Dean to be the victim/injured party.

[hellunbounded]

[Sam feels his heart leap into his throat when Dean cries out, in such obvious distress, and fuck, how had he not seen that bastard had Clorox, what the fuck, Sam? He's mostly pissed, a lot scared for Dean, but before anything he picks up the machete and cuts off the motherfucker's head with one quick slice, it's head falling to the floor with a thud.]

[Sam doesn't have time to relish in it, though. He runs over to Dean kneeling on the floor, kneeling beside him, putting a hand on his face, panic evident in his every move.] Hey, hey, Dean, y'okay?

[hunting_trip]

[He hears the sound of metal, of wind, a thud, a thump, and distantly, Sam's cry of protest, but all of that really means jack squat right now because fuck, Jesus, god, his eyes-

Shit, they burn so bad, he can't open them, not even if he tried, they're squeezed closed by reflex or muscle memory, or something, he's not sure. At first, he jerks away from the grip, then settles when he realizes it's Sam. Arms come to swipe at his eyes, but the burning's not going anywhere.]

Ah- god- shit, I can't-- Sam--

[hellunbounded]

[Sam's hoisting Dean up, reacting instinctively, even though panic is screaming at him to freeze and break down. Sam manages to drag Dean over to the sink, and turns on the faucet.] Okay, Dean, we're gonna get this shit outta your eyes, yeah. [Sam keeps a tight hand on Dean's arm, making sure he knows where he is, before filling up a nearby cup.] Need you to open your eyes, Dean. [He leads his big brother down to the ground, so that they're both sitting, so Sam can get a better position over Dean's eyes. God, the Clorax is burning through Dean's eyes.] Just for a second, bro. Open your eyes.

[hunting_trip]

[He stumbles along, fingers hitting the industrial sized washing machine hard as he tries to find purchase- tries not to panic, because shit, he can't see- he can't-] I can't- Sam- I can't- [But Sam doesn't let up, so he forces them open- only really running on instinct now, and his instinct says listen to Sam, always. They peel open, and...

They're a mess. A serious, serious mess.] Fuck- shit- Sam- I can't see- I can't see- I can't see-

[hellunbounded]

[Sam really, really want to gag at the sight of them, but he stomachs it, and quickly pours small slivers of water into each eye. In the back of his mind, Sam knows it's already too late, he fucked up, Dean is - he's not going to say the word, not even consider it, because that's high up there on the list of things that Dean can't be]

I know, Dean, I know. [Sam leads them away and up the stairs as soon as he's done, one arm wrapped around Dean's back, gently but firmly guiding his brother to the car.] I got you, Dean, okay? I'm right here with you. [Sam opens the car door and leans Dean slowly into the seat, his heart pounding at a million beats per second. And oh of course Lucifer's in the back seat, of course, but fuck you Lucifer, Sam's not evening listening to what you have to say as he starts off the engine and goes careening down the road.]

[hunting_trip]

[The water is just the strangest sensation he's ever felt. It washes away some of the more active pain, flushes out chemicals that burn and bite, but the damage is already done, and it still hurts. Should it? He'd heard eyes didn't have never endings, but Jesus, this burn is like nothing he's ever experienced before.

Well, not nothing. They did stuff life like this in- in-

They're moving, Dean's got an arm over Sam's shoulders- no small miracle, the man's a hundred feet tall, he must be stooping- and they're moving. Emergency room, right? God, he hopes so, because it burns, and because he can't see, and he slams his jaw closed because if he opens it, what comes out is going to be very not manly, and very not Dean.

He can't help a sob. Just one. He just. He really can't help it, slumped in the passenger's seat of the Impala.]

M'so screwed.

[hellunbounded]

[Something stabs deep in the pit of his stomach, something sharp and unforgiving, when he hears Dean sob. Suddenly, Sam needs to be touching Dean, and with his right hand he tugs him over so that Dean's leaning on Sam's side.] You're gonna be fine. I'm gonna make you fine. [Maybe Sam's lying though his teeth, maybe he's not, Sam can't really think right now, but all he knows right now is fix Dean.]

[Sam parks the car in an almost-dangerous fashion - fuck that car, it's not the Impala, anyway, and Sam's leading Dean out of the car and towards the ER. Sam all but slams the door open with his free hand.] We need some help over here! [Sam's voice is bellowing a maybe a tad threatening.]

[hunting_trip]

[God, Sam, don't touch him right now, he just can't handle- shit, he was... He squeezed his eyes shut- tighter than they had been, didn't move away from Sam because he couldn't. Sam was insistent- Dean didn't believe a word of it. How- on what fucking planet could this turn out okay?

He didn't voice that, but it was apparent in the way he shook his head, low and slow and dejectedly, and just... without hope.

They were moving, again, but all Dean saw- all he experienced, rather, was darkness at first, and blinding light second. No shapes, no color, no depth, no anything but the flood of light that came with those bright, iridescent bulbs all hospital waiting rooms used. It hurt way more than the dark did, and he let out a pained grunt, ducking his head into his hands.]

Sam- Sammy-

[hellunbounded]

[Sam leads Dean over to the desk, yelling about Clorax in his eyes and needing a Doctor right the fuck now. The doctor and nurses come pretty quickly at the word Clorax, and the doctor's telling him that he needs to stay in the waiting room.] I'm not leaving him. [Sam basically growls at the woman, as prying hands try to take Dean out of his arms, and for a moment he's forced to let go of his brother, the nurses are taking him away and shit, shit no.] I'm going with him, okay, he can't fucking see and he needs - Dean!

[hunting_trip]

[Shit- what the hell's going on? Sam is yelling and his eyes are burning, people are moving and hands are tugging at him and he's so freaked out, he can't help but elbow whoever grabbed him right in the fucking face. Even blind, the hit is perfect, and someone recoils with a crunch. He probably just broke the doctor's nose.]

Sam- Sam!

[His blind panic can't really be helped. Thirty-odd years as a hunter and suddenly sight-deprived with hands coming out of every which direction, it's a wonder he hadn't already snapped. Someone's in the background telling him to please calm down, sir, sir, please calm down, we can't treat you if you're not--]

[hellunbounded]

[Sam sees Dean fighting, knowing how blind panic and instinct could be deadly, or at least wind up with a lot of people hurt, Dean included. He grabs a nurse by the arm, hard.] You have to let me go with him. Fuck, an hour ago he could see and now he can't. [The woman looks hesitant, and a bit intimidated, so Sam looses his grip, giving her an anxious, but determined, look. Finally, after what feels like eons, she nods.]

[Sam doesn't even wait to follow her, he runs up to Dean and grabs him, one hand on his shoulder, another on his arm in case he lashes out.] Dean, m'here. You gotta calm down, man, okay?

Howdy! would you like to spin? or should i?

[holy_hand_print]

You go right ahead, haha, I picked the above two, I'm good with whatever you get!

[hunting_trip]

I got 20. You sad you wanted Deano to be the suffering, right?

[holy_hand_print]

Yes! I'll get it started. If you're not good with the season/continuity, just let me know!

[hunting_trip]

[Something was wrong with him. Maybe it was too long on the job, maybe it was losing S-... maybe it was losing Sam. Whatever it was, he couldn't keep doing this to Lisa. Taking advantage of her, ruining her, ruining Ben. He showed up at her place, hollow. She was a saint- she took him in, she let him sob on her couch and shatter the glass of water she'd given him. She let him drink until he passed out, and then she put him to bed