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[belligerency]

[Dean looks freaked. He looks very, very freaked. Because his /father/ just walked down the road ahead of him, and that's impossible. It's more than impossible. Dad's dead, or he's supposed to be dead, and Dean doesn't know what to do. It could be a spirit or a shapeshifter or a demon, but he /knows/ dad, and he knows that that was him. It had to

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[zombie_pen]

[is out for a jog when he sees Dean running towards a unstable building, looking on the verge of breaking down]

Dean? Oh God, Dean!

[runs after his brother, his hand reaching out desperately]

[belligerency]

[Magical plothole! Dean is staring straight ahead, apparently transfixed. He's intent on getting to dad.]

[zombie_pen]

[grabs Dean's arm, squeezing hard, trying to drag him away from the building, the floor groaning under their feet from their combined weight]

Dean!

[belligerency]

Get off! Sam, we've gotta find him. He's here.

[zombie_pen]

Dean... Dad's not here. No one walked in here before you.

[takes a step closer to his brother, trying to drag him out before it's too late. The floor is creaking louder, shifting under their feet]

[belligerency]

[He barely notices the creaking floor, though he should. Dean is desperate. He knows he saw dad.]

[zombie_pen]

[bites his lip, knowing he should yank them out of the way before the floor collapses, but there's no way he can move Dean if he's not willing]

Dean, please...

[can hear the supports snapping beneath them, & feels the floor begin to give. The best he can do is wrap his arms around his brother, pulling him close to his chest, & praying that they survive the fall]

[belligerency]

[Oh -- fuck. He notices too late, so caught up in the illusion, and all he knows is blackness and Sam's arms wrapped around him.]

[zombie_pen]

[lands heavily on splintered wood & concrete, his left arm taking most of the impact & promptly breaking. A nail sinks into his side, pressing deeper as Dean's full weight settles against his chest]

Still alive, man?

[belligerency]

[Dean doesn't suffer the same amount of damage -- just cuts from the splintered wood and nails, since he ... landed on Sam. He coughs out the dust he's inhaled]

Yeah. [cough, groan] Fuck.

[zombie_pen]

[winces from the pain in his arm, but ignores it in favor of getting Dean upright. He struggles into a sitting position, the nail craving itself a new path into his side as he succeeds, his arms still wrapped around his brother]

Anything broken?

[belligerency]

[Pushes at Sam's arms a little, trying to sit up]

Nnngh -- don't think so. You?

[zombie_pen]

[bites his lip, trying unsuccessfully to muffle the pained cry when Dean pushes on his left arm]

Just my arm, I think. There's something in my back too, but it wasn't originally a part of me, so I'm not that worried.

[belligerency]

[-- shit, getting off that arm]

Shit. Sit up.

[zombie_pen]

[smiles wanly at his brother as he does as he's told, pushing himself up with his right hand, carefully not to stick it on any of the wreckage with the rusty nails]

How's it look? Am I going to make it, Doctor Dean?

[belligerency]

[... what. blood and one nasty looking cut with a nail sticking out of it. diagnosis: Not Good.]

Crap. ... Yeah, Sam. You're gonna be fine. I just gotta ...