Two Fics, One Post!
Title: Paralysis
Author: heledren
Characters: Dean, Sam
Genre: Gen, Wee!chester
Spoilers: None
Rating: G
Words: 482
Summary: Shh. Keep quiet. Keep still. Don't move don't make noise don't be seen. Stay quiet, stay small, stay safe.
Disclaimer: Clearly not my toys.
Shh. Keep quiet. Keep still. Don't move don't make noise don't be seen. Stay quiet, stay small, stay safe.
Dean doesn't remember how he got here, wedged between the far motel bed and the wall. Last he knew, was at school, in the guidance counsellor's office. He remembers knocking, swaggering in, and seeing the guy's face and he'd really like the comforter off the bed to wrap himself in but he'd have to move and the missing comforter would be glaringly wrong, out of place, and so Dean can't risk it.
He doesn't know how he got home. He knows he's got to pick up Sammy at the elementary school down a few blocks, but he doesn't know what time it is and maybe... maybe he doesn't have to go just yet. Maybe he's got time and he can just stay here.
Dean loses track of things a while, and suddenly the motel room door is bursting open and someone's calling Dean's name. It's too much and too loud and all the movement is threatening to break open the protective little wall Dean's been imagining. It's Sammy, and Dean is horribly relieved, but isn't Sammy supposed to be at school? Not here in the room. Somehow, Dean can't reconcile the two. Something isn't right.
“Dean?”
Sam finally sees him, comes around the corner of the bed, and the kid is no dummy. The moment he sees Dean curled up, he draws his knife and scans the rest of the room. Dean breathes in a satisfied sigh as Sam moves around the perimeter. Sam's a smart kid, he knows how to check for monsters, and maybe Dean can relax and just sit this one out. He starts to hum tunelessly, but the sound is loud and startling in the quiet room, and so he stops quickly. Sam comes back to him, approaches him cautiously.
“You okay, Dean? What happened? It's gonna be okay. Everything's safe.” Sam's really scared, tongue racing and tripping under his pretend-calm.
Is Dean okay? He's undecided for a moment, and his eyes track uncertainly around the room. They glance off of Sam's shoulder, the bed, the door, and finally catch for a moment on Sam's concerned face. He doesn't want Sammy to worry. Sammy shouldn't have to worry about anything, so Dean nods jerkily, and then once he starts he can't seem to stop.
He's fine. He is. He really is. He's fine. He opens his mouth to say so to Sam, but after a moment of tense silence, Sammy touches his arm, and what comes out instead is a scream. Dean's wall is broken and he's exposed and still he's screaming and he swings at Sam with the knife he didn't even know he was holding.
His paralysis is gone; he's thrust back into the world of movement and sound, and Dean's never felt so exposed.
Title: Choke
Author: heledren
Characters: Dean
Genre: Gen
Spoilers: 4.01
Rating: G
Words: 137
Summary: It's just rats. It's just rats. It's just rats
Disclaimer: Clearly not my toys.
Scritch, scritch. The sound brings Dean up sharply from his light doze, lax senses sharpening so that any slight sound seems magnified beyond recognition.
The scratches and scrabblings echo in Dean's head. He thinks that it's just rats, knows it's just rats, not the desperate scratching of fingernails against dirt that's had four months to solidify.
Dean wants so badly to call Sam's name, to wake him up for some kind of reality check, but he can't force his mouth open. He tries, gets as far as peeling his stiff lips apart and unlocking his jaw, but as soon as he inhales, he chokes against the sudden influx of dirt and grit into his mouth and lungs. He gasps and spits and coughs, a grave's-worth of dirt and panic pinning him to the motel bed.
Author: heledren
Characters: Dean, Sam
Genre: Gen, Wee!chester
Spoilers: None
Rating: G
Words: 482
Summary: Shh. Keep quiet. Keep still. Don't move don't make noise don't be seen. Stay quiet, stay small, stay safe.
Disclaimer: Clearly not my toys.
Shh. Keep quiet. Keep still. Don't move don't make noise don't be seen. Stay quiet, stay small, stay safe.
Dean doesn't remember how he got here, wedged between the far motel bed and the wall. Last he knew, was at school, in the guidance counsellor's office. He remembers knocking, swaggering in, and seeing the guy's face and he'd really like the comforter off the bed to wrap himself in but he'd have to move and the missing comforter would be glaringly wrong, out of place, and so Dean can't risk it.
He doesn't know how he got home. He knows he's got to pick up Sammy at the elementary school down a few blocks, but he doesn't know what time it is and maybe... maybe he doesn't have to go just yet. Maybe he's got time and he can just stay here.
Dean loses track of things a while, and suddenly the motel room door is bursting open and someone's calling Dean's name. It's too much and too loud and all the movement is threatening to break open the protective little wall Dean's been imagining. It's Sammy, and Dean is horribly relieved, but isn't Sammy supposed to be at school? Not here in the room. Somehow, Dean can't reconcile the two. Something isn't right.
“Dean?”
Sam finally sees him, comes around the corner of the bed, and the kid is no dummy. The moment he sees Dean curled up, he draws his knife and scans the rest of the room. Dean breathes in a satisfied sigh as Sam moves around the perimeter. Sam's a smart kid, he knows how to check for monsters, and maybe Dean can relax and just sit this one out. He starts to hum tunelessly, but the sound is loud and startling in the quiet room, and so he stops quickly. Sam comes back to him, approaches him cautiously.
“You okay, Dean? What happened? It's gonna be okay. Everything's safe.” Sam's really scared, tongue racing and tripping under his pretend-calm.
Is Dean okay? He's undecided for a moment, and his eyes track uncertainly around the room. They glance off of Sam's shoulder, the bed, the door, and finally catch for a moment on Sam's concerned face. He doesn't want Sammy to worry. Sammy shouldn't have to worry about anything, so Dean nods jerkily, and then once he starts he can't seem to stop.
He's fine. He is. He really is. He's fine. He opens his mouth to say so to Sam, but after a moment of tense silence, Sammy touches his arm, and what comes out instead is a scream. Dean's wall is broken and he's exposed and still he's screaming and he swings at Sam with the knife he didn't even know he was holding.
His paralysis is gone; he's thrust back into the world of movement and sound, and Dean's never felt so exposed.
Title: Choke
Author: heledren
Characters: Dean
Genre: Gen
Spoilers: 4.01
Rating: G
Words: 137
Summary: It's just rats. It's just rats. It's just rats
Disclaimer: Clearly not my toys.
Scritch, scritch. The sound brings Dean up sharply from his light doze, lax senses sharpening so that any slight sound seems magnified beyond recognition.
The scratches and scrabblings echo in Dean's head. He thinks that it's just rats, knows it's just rats, not the desperate scratching of fingernails against dirt that's had four months to solidify.
Dean wants so badly to call Sam's name, to wake him up for some kind of reality check, but he can't force his mouth open. He tries, gets as far as peeling his stiff lips apart and unlocking his jaw, but as soon as he inhales, he chokes against the sudden influx of dirt and grit into his mouth and lungs. He gasps and spits and coughs, a grave's-worth of dirt and panic pinning him to the motel bed.