a Dean-focused hurt/comfort comment meme (#6)
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This wasn’t supposed to happen for a few more weeks, but then we realized there's a mini-hiatus right now. Let's fill it with h/c goodness!
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This wasn’t supposed to happen for a few more weeks, but then we realized there's a mini-hiatus right now. Let's fill it with h/c goodness!
( Read more... )
“Hey, you’re gonna be okay. Press right here. Yea like that. No, no. Don’t you sleep on me. Wake up. WAKE UP.” Dean slapped the girl’s cheek, her head snapped back, and for a second she was wide awake. She breathed in short jerks and gasped.
“I can’t...”
“NO! You can. We’ll get to the hospital soon. Soon, you hear me? Dad.”
No answer from the front seat but a pumped up accelerator and tires squealing as John sped up the car.
Blood. Blood was everywhere. The claws had ripped a healthy chunk of the girl’s front and now she was dying. Dean squeezed his eyes shut. Layers of blankets he used to press into the wound - they didn’t work. Just didn’t.
The Impala screeched into a halt right before a hospital’s emergency entrance and John jumped out, shouting for help, pulling the girl out with Dean supporting her shoulders.
“Dad, she - she’s...” he stammered, shut up by a look from his dad.
They knew. They both knew she didn’t make it.
~~~
In front of their motel room. Dean took off and slammed the passenger door shut, running into their room. He had a lot to do. The blood needed to be washed down but he wasn’t sure how long its tangy smell would stay. He strode back out with a wet cloth. His dad stopped him, tilting his head up with a finger on his chin.
“You okay, son?”
They locked eyes for a second and Dean turned away, letting out a muffled, “I’m fine,” before he strayed to the Impala.
He just lost the chance to save someone for the first time. No big deal.
~~~
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