Who: Dante(
albinoidiot) & Dean Winchester(
100deaths_a_day) & later Sam Winchester(
hunter_returnsWhat: 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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Now that's the way you even a score... )
The slit wrist by his side was still dripping and oozing creating a nice puddle on the ground. He gave a small grunt, why couldn't it do that on the hunter.
"Listen Sam, this isn't what it looks." Okay, it might be a little from what details Dean bothered to disclose but that was the hard part of Dante's job: convincing people he wasn't trying to eat them.
"I didn't wanna meet you this way but I guess I have no choice. You probably all ready guessed it, I'm not a hundred-percent human. Just half. That bein' said, I'm not trying to hurt Dean, I'm trying to save him. My blood can heal him. I've actually done it before, the guy just can't think right now. So at least give me the consent to heal him. Shoot me afterward."
Wouldn't be the first time.
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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.
"s'mmy..." He turned his head to look at Dante. Hopefully Sam would get the message.
Dean... He'd deal with not dying on Sam now, and being a monster later, if it came to it.
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“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.
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