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Caught In The Middle Of The Road
Title: Caught In The Middle Of The Road
Author: sagaluthien
Characters: Dean, Sam
Genre/pairing: Gen, but au
Rating: R
Word-count: 1210
Spoilers: all after season 4, episode 1
Warnings: disability:epilepsy, seizures
Notes: Written for hoodie_time’s Writing Between the Lines challenge, for this prompt by neonchica. I tried to use what you had written, but I made minor changes to fit my idea - I hope that was all right.
I know that I'm late with this, mod was notified about it because I have major problem with my computer and was never certain if I would get anything down and saved. Which also might have influenced to be a shorter story than I first counted on.
Notes 2: I’ve decided to write a sequel, or more like a second part of the story because I do know this became short.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Things aren’t the same after Dean came back.
The first time it happened, Dean hadn't paid much attention. He was so happy to be out from Hell and back to good ol' Earth. Actually he thought the bruise and small wound in his tongue came from Castiel's trying to speak to him. The next time he still hadn't give it much of a thought. He didn't exactly remember what happened, and he believed it had to do with his nightmares and reliving of the time down under. With luck, or unluck, he had been alone.
The first time he suspected that something wasn't right was when he woke up on the floor. He could feel he was wet and also, that he’d again bitten himself, again. Dean was humiliated, especially that he’d pissed himself. As soon he was able to stand up, he stumbled into the bathroom. After a shower and clean clothes, he threw his dirty clothes in his bag and went to get them laundered, trying to figure out what was happening.
Being a Winchester he didn't tell Sam, Bobby or even Castiel. Instead he wondered what could’ve triggered it. He knew that it had to be some seizures, and the only thing he could come up with was epilepsy. Reading though some pamphlets, he became more convinced that it could fit him, but he couldn't see going though the trouble get it checked.
So far he hadn't seen it that it was that big of a deal. Especially when there were so many other threats more important to take care of, not the least of which was what was going on with Sam. So Dean found out a few things that triggered the seizures and then he tried to avoid them. Not that he always succeeded.
It happened right when they were driving sixty down some lonely road in the middle of Wyoming. There wasn’t another car in sight, just sand and desert and empty road, which is all they can see for miles. It’s the beginnings of the spring, the sun was bright, reflecting from the asphalt and Dean had been behind the wheel a little too long.
Sam had his head buried in the local paper and he almost didn’t look up when Dean made that little whiney-moan in the back of his throat. But it was Dean, and Dean didn’t whine, and that was enough to get Sam’s attention.
He looked over just in time as the car jerked and veered, saw his brother go rigid in his seat as another gurgling sound came from his throat.
“Dean? What the fuck? Stop playing around.” Sam tried to be angry, but it came out more worried and desperate, and he realized almost immediately that Dean wasn’t messing with him, that whatever this was - was real. Scary real.
It all happened at once. Sam reacted by instinct grabbed the steering wheel and tried to keep the car on the road, snaking his boot into the foot well in search of the brake. Dean went from rigid to flailing, his head bouncing against the glass pane of the window, his whole body jerking in spasms, as a low keening sound pushed its way past lips covered in bloody saliva.
Sam's heart was in his mouth, and seemed to very slowly fall back into place when the car stopped and Dean fell still. Sam changed his position and started to feel over Dean. He grabbed a napkin to wipe away the bloody saliva, and noticed that Dean's lips are unbroken. Dean's eyes fluttered, but didn’t open. Sam was relieved that he was breathing, and loosened Dean’s shirt and jacket in case it was too tight around his neck.
At the same time he’s so damn worried about Dean, that he wanted to shout at him. Wanted answers, like what the hell was happening. Sam suspected that this might not be the first time, and if that was so, then he really wanted to know why Dean hadn't said anything.
It took about ten minutes before Dean seemed to wake up. Sam had calmed down some from the shock and he sat, door open, waiting.
"God damn, fuck, shit, mered, bullocks, hell… piss."
Sam’s head snapped up when Dean started sputtering out all profanity he seemed to have in his vocabulary. Sam decided Dean had better say something, because if he didn't, Sam would. He would also drag his stupid brother to a doctor.
Dean’s first words though, were, "Are you alright?"
"I'm alright, nothing happened.” Sam answered, making sure Dean knew how worried he was. “Lucky, we were the only car on the road."
"Goo….d. Have to take a leak." Dean opened the door and get out, then bent over, "Do you have a bottle of water?"
Sam grabbed a bottle from his bag on the floor and then threw it to Dean. He continued to watch, following Dean with his eyes. Worried if he would fall again. Dean looked like he had things under control, although he was maybe walking slower than usual.
There wasn't much to hide behind, still no other cars in sight so Dean didn't need to worry about modesty. All he did was turn his back towards the car and Sam. Not that there’s much, most of its already on jeans and underwear. Just for appearance sake he took a few swallows of water, spit out the remains of blood and then too another swallow. He felt with his tongue the inside of his cheek where he bit himself this time.
Dean stopped at the trunk, changed his underwear and jeans. He did it slowly, to drawing out the inevitable talk with Sam. He had hoped he could continue to hide the seizures from Sam, or anyone. Dean’s heart beat harder, and he was scared of what had just happened. He’d never thought that he would ever put Sam in jeopardy, but he obvious did.
He also knew that one of the main reasons he hadn't sought a doctor about his suspicions was because he probably wouldn’t be allowed to drive. And yeah what had happened proved that, but he knew he would not be able to handle to losing that. He couldn’t lose that.
He didn't go to the driver side, instead he went to passenger side, looked down at Sam. Waited for what he had to say.
"Feeling better?" Sam asked.
It wasn’t what Dean expected, but he could continue to play along like it was nothing. "Yeah. Some what. I'm tired. Could you continue to drive?"
Sam really looked at him, and then scooted over to get behind the wheel. Dean took shotgun, closed the door and then settled against the door to take a nap. He knew it was too much to ask for, but some part of him hoped that maybe Sam would forget what happened.
Sam started the car, glanced at his brother who seemed to fall asleep instantly. So much for talking about it. He pulled off the shoulder, pointing her nose towards the next town. He’ll wake Dean there have a talk and get some food. Hopefully he can get Dean to talk about this, at least talk more than he is willing to talk about what he lived through down in Hell.
Title: Caught In The Middle Of The Road
Author: sagaluthien
Characters: Dean, Sam
Genre/pairing: Gen, but au
Rating: R
Word-count: 1210
Spoilers: all after season 4, episode 1
Warnings: disability:epilepsy, seizures
Notes: Written for hoodie_time’s Writing Between the Lines challenge, for this prompt by neonchica. I tried to use what you had written, but I made minor changes to fit my idea - I hope that was all right.
I know that I'm late with this, mod was notified about it because I have major problem with my computer and was never certain if I would get anything down and saved. Which also might have influenced to be a shorter story than I first counted on.
Notes 2: I’ve decided to write a sequel, or more like a second part of the story because I do know this became short.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Things aren’t the same after Dean came back.
The first time it happened, Dean hadn't paid much attention. He was so happy to be out from Hell and back to good ol' Earth. Actually he thought the bruise and small wound in his tongue came from Castiel's trying to speak to him. The next time he still hadn't give it much of a thought. He didn't exactly remember what happened, and he believed it had to do with his nightmares and reliving of the time down under. With luck, or unluck, he had been alone.
The first time he suspected that something wasn't right was when he woke up on the floor. He could feel he was wet and also, that he’d again bitten himself, again. Dean was humiliated, especially that he’d pissed himself. As soon he was able to stand up, he stumbled into the bathroom. After a shower and clean clothes, he threw his dirty clothes in his bag and went to get them laundered, trying to figure out what was happening.
Being a Winchester he didn't tell Sam, Bobby or even Castiel. Instead he wondered what could’ve triggered it. He knew that it had to be some seizures, and the only thing he could come up with was epilepsy. Reading though some pamphlets, he became more convinced that it could fit him, but he couldn't see going though the trouble get it checked.
So far he hadn't seen it that it was that big of a deal. Especially when there were so many other threats more important to take care of, not the least of which was what was going on with Sam. So Dean found out a few things that triggered the seizures and then he tried to avoid them. Not that he always succeeded.
It happened right when they were driving sixty down some lonely road in the middle of Wyoming. There wasn’t another car in sight, just sand and desert and empty road, which is all they can see for miles. It’s the beginnings of the spring, the sun was bright, reflecting from the asphalt and Dean had been behind the wheel a little too long.
Sam had his head buried in the local paper and he almost didn’t look up when Dean made that little whiney-moan in the back of his throat. But it was Dean, and Dean didn’t whine, and that was enough to get Sam’s attention.
He looked over just in time as the car jerked and veered, saw his brother go rigid in his seat as another gurgling sound came from his throat.
“Dean? What the fuck? Stop playing around.” Sam tried to be angry, but it came out more worried and desperate, and he realized almost immediately that Dean wasn’t messing with him, that whatever this was - was real. Scary real.
It all happened at once. Sam reacted by instinct grabbed the steering wheel and tried to keep the car on the road, snaking his boot into the foot well in search of the brake. Dean went from rigid to flailing, his head bouncing against the glass pane of the window, his whole body jerking in spasms, as a low keening sound pushed its way past lips covered in bloody saliva.
Sam's heart was in his mouth, and seemed to very slowly fall back into place when the car stopped and Dean fell still. Sam changed his position and started to feel over Dean. He grabbed a napkin to wipe away the bloody saliva, and noticed that Dean's lips are unbroken. Dean's eyes fluttered, but didn’t open. Sam was relieved that he was breathing, and loosened Dean’s shirt and jacket in case it was too tight around his neck.
At the same time he’s so damn worried about Dean, that he wanted to shout at him. Wanted answers, like what the hell was happening. Sam suspected that this might not be the first time, and if that was so, then he really wanted to know why Dean hadn't said anything.
It took about ten minutes before Dean seemed to wake up. Sam had calmed down some from the shock and he sat, door open, waiting.
"God damn, fuck, shit, mered, bullocks, hell… piss."
Sam’s head snapped up when Dean started sputtering out all profanity he seemed to have in his vocabulary. Sam decided Dean had better say something, because if he didn't, Sam would. He would also drag his stupid brother to a doctor.
Dean’s first words though, were, "Are you alright?"
"I'm alright, nothing happened.” Sam answered, making sure Dean knew how worried he was. “Lucky, we were the only car on the road."
"Goo….d. Have to take a leak." Dean opened the door and get out, then bent over, "Do you have a bottle of water?"
Sam grabbed a bottle from his bag on the floor and then threw it to Dean. He continued to watch, following Dean with his eyes. Worried if he would fall again. Dean looked like he had things under control, although he was maybe walking slower than usual.
There wasn't much to hide behind, still no other cars in sight so Dean didn't need to worry about modesty. All he did was turn his back towards the car and Sam. Not that there’s much, most of its already on jeans and underwear. Just for appearance sake he took a few swallows of water, spit out the remains of blood and then too another swallow. He felt with his tongue the inside of his cheek where he bit himself this time.
Dean stopped at the trunk, changed his underwear and jeans. He did it slowly, to drawing out the inevitable talk with Sam. He had hoped he could continue to hide the seizures from Sam, or anyone. Dean’s heart beat harder, and he was scared of what had just happened. He’d never thought that he would ever put Sam in jeopardy, but he obvious did.
He also knew that one of the main reasons he hadn't sought a doctor about his suspicions was because he probably wouldn’t be allowed to drive. And yeah what had happened proved that, but he knew he would not be able to handle to losing that. He couldn’t lose that.
He didn't go to the driver side, instead he went to passenger side, looked down at Sam. Waited for what he had to say.
"Feeling better?" Sam asked.
It wasn’t what Dean expected, but he could continue to play along like it was nothing. "Yeah. Some what. I'm tired. Could you continue to drive?"
Sam really looked at him, and then scooted over to get behind the wheel. Dean took shotgun, closed the door and then settled against the door to take a nap. He knew it was too much to ask for, but some part of him hoped that maybe Sam would forget what happened.
Sam started the car, glanced at his brother who seemed to fall asleep instantly. So much for talking about it. He pulled off the shoulder, pointing her nose towards the next town. He’ll wake Dean there have a talk and get some food. Hopefully he can get Dean to talk about this, at least talk more than he is willing to talk about what he lived through down in Hell.