Honestly, the oncoming storm was a bit much in terms of drama. As if stumbling through dark woods running for your life under a full moon wasn't enough, it had to threaten to rain as well
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[Dean pushes the door closed, pushing a chair against the door, and glancing around for more furniture to block the door, before pulling a shelf that looked like it had seen better days against the door. He took a few moments to catch his breath, wiping the sweat out of his eyes and doing a quick physical check. Fingers still intact? Check. Teeth still there? Check. Not missing heart? Yep.
After a beat, he moved to Bela, setting the on his shoulder down beside her.]
It took her a few seconds to register that he'd spoken, darting her gaze over to him after a pause. Oh, her arm. She glanced at the spreading red, wet and glistening in the low light and something roiled violently in her stomach. She didn't even feel it really but that was her skin, just laid open and-other than the usual childhood bumps and scrapes she'd never really been...damaged before.
She looked away quickly, world spinning a little as she slowly pulled her arm away from where it was soaking her shirt, eyes a little glassy as she blinked up at the barrier between them and whatever was outside.
[Dean makes a low whistling noise before turning on his flashlight, looking closer at her wound. Claw marks, deep, but not too bad. It'll hurt like a mother once the adrenaline wears off, assuming that thing doesn't kill them first. Dean reaches into his duffle, fidgeting around for a moment before pulling out his flask, pouring whiskey onto the wound to sterilize it.]
Now that brought her right out of the shock. The pain flooded black tenfold, seemingly setting her arm on fire as the alcohol dripped over the open cut. Bela yelped, snatching the limb back to cradle against her chest again.
She swore vaguely, feeling that wave of dizzyness that seemed to be threatening fainting. Well she'd never swooned in her life and she didn't intend on starting now, but nevertheless she swayed in her seat a little, biting down hisses of pain.
"You don't even carry a real first aid kit?" She whimpered in accusation.
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After a beat, he moved to Bela, setting the on his shoulder down beside her.]
Let me check out that arm.
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She looked away quickly, world spinning a little as she slowly pulled her arm away from where it was soaking her shirt, eyes a little glassy as she blinked up at the barrier between them and whatever was outside.
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You'll live. It'll hurt, but you'll live.
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She swore vaguely, feeling that wave of dizzyness that seemed to be threatening fainting. Well she'd never swooned in her life and she didn't intend on starting now, but nevertheless she swayed in her seat a little, biting down hisses of pain.
"You don't even carry a real first aid kit?" She whimpered in accusation.
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