[LOG] Blood

[albinoidiot]

Who: Dante(albinoidiot) & Dean Winchester(100deaths_a_day) & later Sam Winchester(hunter_returns
What: Dean is badly injured and Dante does his best to save him. Sam walks in and... it just looks wrong.
Where: Winchester House
When: April 12th
Warning: Blood and people's mouths
Status: Incomplete. Closed.

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[100deaths_a_day]

Dean had been unconcious all the way from the store. His head had lolled in Dante's arms as the devil carried him, and his breathing hadn't deepened any. Luckily, it hadn't got any shallower, either. The bleeding had increased as he'd been carried though, and it had become a bit like a scene from a Quentin Tarentino flick

[albinoidiot]

The second Dean had made a reaction, Dante had put the bottle aside and moved over to look at the guy. He had really expected the guy to stay put, probably figured he'd be past out with that sort of wound. Dante had to start remembering that the people that ended up in this city weren't exactly human no matter what their blood smell said. The second those green eyes caught blue, Dante couldn't help but shoot the hunter a weak grin

[100deaths_a_day]

Every ounce of Dean's being screamed 'No'. He started to to struggle to sit up, and his body moved slowly, sluggishly. The bleeding got worse as he moved about, and his breaths came in sharp shallow jerks as he tried to take in oxygen to get the energy he was using to move.

No. He'd seen what the blood did to Sam, and healing powers or not, he still couldn't get over that in his brain. He didn't want that.

His heavy arms gave out from underneath him, and he fell back on the table with a flump. He opened his mouth to say no, refuse the offer, but the wetness that had been stuck in his throat had dislodged itself as he'd slumped back on the table. The refusals became a wet, hacking cough that had a metallic taste.

Oh great, coughing up blood. Yeah, Dean knows he's screwed, but hell - the 'no' is still screaming in his mind.

[albinoidiot]

Dante gave a slight wince when he saw Dean start moving again at the response offered to the hunter. His assumptions had been spot on: Dean didn't agree with the blood. Why had he expected anything else?

Unfortunately for the hunter, Dante wasn't a doctor. There was nothing he could possibly do that could help the guy out. He didn't know how to work with what he had and quite frankly, he wasn't going to try. There was only one solution to this problem and it was a very fast one. Before he could start to retort, however, Dean had started coughing and gagging. He lifted up the guys head to help him out before moving to grab at Rebellion.

"Okay, dying man on the table. That's a green light in my book." He muttered as he brought the sword slicing against his wrist and began to position his arm above the wound. And now, all he had to do was wait for the drops to fall.

[hunter_returns]

“Dean? Where the hell are you?” Sam rounded the corner, still dabbing at a long angry looking gash across his forehead. He could smell coppery blood in the air and froze at the sight. Sam didn’t even think, he acted, dropping his shoulder and charging bodily at Dante, throwing his full weight behind the tackle.

Sam got to his feet, gun drawn, standing protectively over his wounded brother. “You stay the hell away from him,” he ground out.

[100deaths_a_day]

Oh. oh great. As if this couldn't get anymore difficult. Sam had to show up.

Crap.

"S'mmy..." the croaky wass all he could get out before another bloody coughing fit. Godamn it hurt.

The blood loss was pretty heavy now, the blood had drained from his face as his blood pressure sunk lower due to the lack of blod in his syastem, and his body felt more sluggish than ever. Dean reached out a hand, and it refused to move very far, brushing Sam's leg. He wanted Sam to stay there, he didn't want the blood, had seen what it had done to Sam, and could only hope that Sam would get the message.

[hunter_returns]

When Dean barely croaked out his name and he felt the brush against his leg, Sam turned his focus back to his brother, tamping down on a surge of panic.

Jesus

There was blood everywhere, his skin was growing chilled. Sam pulled his jacket off, wadded it up and pressed it against the wound in his side in a desperate attempt to staunch the bleeding. "Hang on, Dean. Just hang on."

Then Dean rolled over, his body shaken with another bloody coughing fit and Sam felt a cold wave of fear. Whatever had hit his brother, it had damaged his lungs. He was having a hard time breathing.

In his frantic attempts to help his brother, he had completly forgotten about Dante.

[albinoidiot]

Unfortunately for Dante, he hadn't even gotten a chance to allow so much as a drop to fall on Dean's wounds. Sam had lunged forward and made him back off, missing Sam by mere seconds as he trickster'ed himself out of the way. His back hit the counter but because of Dean's little interjection, he actually managed to get free from Sam. Too bad Sammy's presence was going to make things even more difficult

Sorry guys ><;; /just gets notif ;;

[100deaths_a_day]

Dean flinched as Sam applied pressure to the wound. The blood was coming slower - The loss of blood was seriously affecting the blood pressure. And it sucked because he knew the clinic was out of action, robots having gone mad and all.

But he really didn't want the blood. He started quickly running through the options in his head. Ho- No, hope had left. Same with Willow. Dende... would still be a problem. He didn't know of anyone else that coould heal wounds of the top of his head. He cursed the fact it looked like his only option.

But, the look on Sam's face... it was all too much like his last year before Hell. He'd seen that look more and more. But, it was pretty much the look Sam had had when he was being ripped apart by Hell's puppies. He couldn't die in front of Sam. Not again. Especialy as last time it hadn't driven Sam off the deep, deep end. He would... He would lock himself away if he felt the sudden urge to bite Dante or something. He would have to. he had to do anything to get that look off his brother's face

[hunter_returns]

While Sam heard what Dante was saying, he kept frantic eyes on his brother. Dean couldn’t die now. He had just found him. For fuck’s sake, he had jumped into Hell to save him. Not Creation or Earth or anything so grand.

“Dean? Just blink, anything. If you don’t want this? I’ll find another way. I’ll get help.. I’ll..”

He’d do what? The city was a damned wreck. He knew no one and Cas was long gone.

“I can’t.. Dean..” His hand was tight on his brother. All he needed was some kind of sign. Anything. He wouldn’t force it on Dean. He knew how risky blood was, especially magical blood.