Devils Trap reaction snippet
Dean was sitting in the car. In the back of the car.
There'd been... A truck. A truck, hit. Impact. And now he was sitting here, broken glass and crumpled metal around him, with nothing intervening. No memory of glass breaking, no metal crunching. Just, lost time.
He scanned his body mentally for injuries, awaiting feedback from his nervous system, and - nothing. Just numb. Curiously hollow, like a bell just rung, still resonating from impact, but no pain, no feeling, unable to move or feel at all, and, it was worse if anything.
Not knowing when the pain was going to come crashing down, fearing it, anticipating it, finding out what was broken, whether this was survivable.
Shit.
Don't think that.
Of course it's survivable.
He had to take care of... of Sammy. And Dad. They're... in the front seat, not moving.
Maybe they're frozen, like you.
Maybe they're not.
Focus on breathing Dean. Move your fingers. C'mon. Left hand. You know how. A twitch. That's it. Wiggle. Other hand now. Reach round.