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characters. dean winchester and castiel
verse. bullets in a bible
summary. fearless leader is brought back from a raid injured.
Dean had ordered his second in command to stay behind for the most part. It was a quick in and out raid, nothing that was too important. Dean wanted to use it as a training mission for the new survivors they had brought in and were fit enough for going out into raiding parties. They needed field experience, it was the only way people were ever going to get better. Not...just sitting on their hands and going over what they would do if they were facing one of the infected or not. Training hand-to-hand with Dean was just too dangerous because while he was a good leader, he was an unforgiving one. If someone had slipped up during one of the training exercises, Dean was relentless. He would kill them without a second thought. Not because he was a bad leader, but because he just didn't know how to stop himself when it came to that. Surviving was second nature to him and he didn't feel right if he just let the people he was fighting against win. Even if they didn't know a bowie knife from a dagger. Where others were more in charge with ensuring that people knew how to handle a weapon -- he ensured that he could take them out and give them field experience.
And he did.
Scott and Al were promising. It was Gavin that was questionable, the kid seemingly always tripping over himself. Dean was the most anxious about him, but in the end. There was nothing he could really do when it came to making sure that he got back alive or not. If he died. He died. They would find someone new around there sooner or later. It became quick knowledge to the trio of newbies that their fearless leader wasn't a talker. They talked however while they were heading out. Not about what their lives were like now, but what they were like before. Gavin...Gavin was looking for his older brother. Army brats. Lost their parents relatively early. Had to rely on each other until they got separate. Something that Dean could easily relate to. Something he did relate too. Silently. He wasn't someone who was in the conversation of where they hailed from.
Al was the first wounded. Minor, nothing too serious. He had made sure that he was not infected before they moved onto the next raiding site. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Dean had gotten the back while the boys had been leading, the hunter knelt down out of sight as they continued moving before holding up his combat bow and arrows. Nothing that was too different. Dean was just feeling more of the silent attack rather than using a gun as he took out one of the infected that was heading towards the boys, yet remaining unseen. He figured they weren't that good yet as he watched them grab the supplies the camp needed before heading back in the direction of their fearless leader who looked just as smug as the trio who had taken down more than a few of their enemies.
"Don't get too smug, it was only five." He could really take care of them in his sleep if it came down to it as they started heading back to camp. It was really then that their luck began to fail them when it seemed like they were ambushed. Dean had done what he could to make sure that they all got out of the circled area safely but it was still too late. Al had become infected, Gavin was the one who took him out because while they had been escaping Dean had been impaled with a pipe. Or what Scott had said 'a plumber's worst nightmare'. Both Gavin and Scott betrayed the orders of their fearless leader of leaving him behind by using a tarp to drag him back to camp as quickly as they could. "Stupid...fuckin' idiots. You're..." Dean was in and out of it for the most part as he babbled mostly to himself. They still hadn't taken the pipe out of his abdomen, which wasn't much of a bad thing. They needed it to stay in place for as long as possible. They luckily had just gotten a field surgeon as a new survivor, they just didn't have a lot of the equipment as Dean groaned when they went over a large rock. Gavin was trying to be reassuring but both of them looked like they got hit by a car as they got to the gates and dragged the camp's leader in.
It nearly took the doctor three days to make sure that Dean was going to survive anything and he wasn't counting infection or muscle loss. The dwindling amount of pain medications they had in the camp, Dean had made sure that they would use that on something else other then him. They went back to the stone age to make sure he was unconscious. Their leader didn't even come to until a week later, but by then he was stricken with a fever that nearly had them dragging him out into the snow outside to make sure he didn't burn to death. "Cas...Castiel..." He muttered half the time. The other half was usually asking for someone to kill him. Not because the pain was intense, because it was. But because they were wasting useful antibiotics on him when it could be put to anyone else as he gritted his teeth together.
The fearless leader was out of the bad territory as he slowly got out of his haze, staring at the ceiling before he got to his feet. His body felt...heavier still. His wounds were still healing. Stitches on his leg had been done with an almost tweed string as he walked down onto the deck, slowly. Very slowly. "Cas...?"
verse. bullets in a bible
summary. fearless leader is brought back from a raid injured.
Dean had ordered his second in command to stay behind for the most part. It was a quick in and out raid, nothing that was too important. Dean wanted to use it as a training mission for the new survivors they had brought in and were fit enough for going out into raiding parties. They needed field experience, it was the only way people were ever going to get better. Not...just sitting on their hands and going over what they would do if they were facing one of the infected or not. Training hand-to-hand with Dean was just too dangerous because while he was a good leader, he was an unforgiving one. If someone had slipped up during one of the training exercises, Dean was relentless. He would kill them without a second thought. Not because he was a bad leader, but because he just didn't know how to stop himself when it came to that. Surviving was second nature to him and he didn't feel right if he just let the people he was fighting against win. Even if they didn't know a bowie knife from a dagger. Where others were more in charge with ensuring that people knew how to handle a weapon -- he ensured that he could take them out and give them field experience.
And he did.
Scott and Al were promising. It was Gavin that was questionable, the kid seemingly always tripping over himself. Dean was the most anxious about him, but in the end. There was nothing he could really do when it came to making sure that he got back alive or not. If he died. He died. They would find someone new around there sooner or later. It became quick knowledge to the trio of newbies that their fearless leader wasn't a talker. They talked however while they were heading out. Not about what their lives were like now, but what they were like before. Gavin...Gavin was looking for his older brother. Army brats. Lost their parents relatively early. Had to rely on each other until they got separate. Something that Dean could easily relate to. Something he did relate too. Silently. He wasn't someone who was in the conversation of where they hailed from.
Al was the first wounded. Minor, nothing too serious. He had made sure that he was not infected before they moved onto the next raiding site. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Dean had gotten the back while the boys had been leading, the hunter knelt down out of sight as they continued moving before holding up his combat bow and arrows. Nothing that was too different. Dean was just feeling more of the silent attack rather than using a gun as he took out one of the infected that was heading towards the boys, yet remaining unseen. He figured they weren't that good yet as he watched them grab the supplies the camp needed before heading back in the direction of their fearless leader who looked just as smug as the trio who had taken down more than a few of their enemies.
"Don't get too smug, it was only five." He could really take care of them in his sleep if it came down to it as they started heading back to camp. It was really then that their luck began to fail them when it seemed like they were ambushed. Dean had done what he could to make sure that they all got out of the circled area safely but it was still too late. Al had become infected, Gavin was the one who took him out because while they had been escaping Dean had been impaled with a pipe. Or what Scott had said 'a plumber's worst nightmare'. Both Gavin and Scott betrayed the orders of their fearless leader of leaving him behind by using a tarp to drag him back to camp as quickly as they could. "Stupid...fuckin' idiots. You're..." Dean was in and out of it for the most part as he babbled mostly to himself. They still hadn't taken the pipe out of his abdomen, which wasn't much of a bad thing. They needed it to stay in place for as long as possible. They luckily had just gotten a field surgeon as a new survivor, they just didn't have a lot of the equipment as Dean groaned when they went over a large rock. Gavin was trying to be reassuring but both of them looked like they got hit by a car as they got to the gates and dragged the camp's leader in.
It nearly took the doctor three days to make sure that Dean was going to survive anything and he wasn't counting infection or muscle loss. The dwindling amount of pain medications they had in the camp, Dean had made sure that they would use that on something else other then him. They went back to the stone age to make sure he was unconscious. Their leader didn't even come to until a week later, but by then he was stricken with a fever that nearly had them dragging him out into the snow outside to make sure he didn't burn to death. "Cas...Castiel..." He muttered half the time. The other half was usually asking for someone to kill him. Not because the pain was intense, because it was. But because they were wasting useful antibiotics on him when it could be put to anyone else as he gritted his teeth together.
The fearless leader was out of the bad territory as he slowly got out of his haze, staring at the ceiling before he got to his feet. His body felt...heavier still. His wounds were still healing. Stitches on his leg had been done with an almost tweed string as he walked down onto the deck, slowly. Very slowly. "Cas...?"