FILL! - Dazed and Confused 2/2lauehimeAugust 25 2014, 06:29:05 UTC
Tidal waves arouse inside his body and turn his smile into a grimace. The feeling of impending disaster overwhelms him. The sound of the familiar affectionate nickname his brother gives him isn’t sufficient to ease him back down.
Seconds appear like hours before the vehicle comes to a halt. He stumbles out just as his stomach convulses and his knees give out. He’s on the ground heaving before he realizes what struck him. Through the acrid taste of bile and the burning ache of sickness, strong warm arms reach out to him.
“It’s okay, Sammy. Let it all out,” Dean coos into his ear while brushing damp bangs of hair away from his face. He unconsciously leans into the affectionate gesture.
When his stomach stops trying to run out of his chest and escape through his throat, he lets himself fall back into his brother. Dean keeps him close while he takes deep shuddering breaths. As his lungs settle in time with his stomach, he hears his brother’s snort.
“Told you you were concussed.”
He rolls his eyes and even that small motion hurts.
“Don’t feel good, D…”
He closes his eyes and leans deeper into his brother’s chest. He can feel it rise and fall in time with Dean’s breathing.
“I know you don’t. Let’s get you back to the car. We’re going home,” Dean prompts as he starts to pull on his armpits in an attempt to get him up and moving. A grunt of pain escapes his lips before he can stop it.
“What happened?”
Dean bites back a sigh and guides him towards the passenger seat.
“Bashed that geeky brain of yours,” his brother replies with a smile in his voice. He closes his eyes as the words die before they have time to meet each other and make sense of their common purpose in his recollection of the whole story.
Dean sees the absent look on his face and smiles. His brother seems to know something he doesn’t and he wants to ask before he finds himself wondering what it was that he wanted to ask about.
“My head hurts.”
He sees the sad smile on his big brother’s face. “I know it does, kiddo. Just hold on a bit longer.”
Dean’s eyes are shimmering but he doesn’t get why. The Impala speeds and he watches the trees disappear past his window.
“Hey, Dean?” he starts. His brother turns to face him.
“Where ‘re we going?”
Dean smiles again. His brother seems a little happier than before. “Home,” Dean replies clearly and without hesitating.
He nods and yawns; his eyes filling with salty pearls of water. “ ‘k. Gonna sleep now… But when I get up can you tell me what’ I miss? I can’t seem to remember”
He actually hears Dean’s smile before he sees it.
“Sure thing, kiddo. I’ll tell you all about it when you wake up,” Dean promises warmly. His brother’s words fill him with a security that has always been theirs and theirs only. He closes his eyes and the outlines of the car start to spider into his imagination. He can’t push away the feeling of home that is trying to wrap its way around the frontiers and make them whole, securing and warm. While he can’t see it clearly, he can feel peace wrap its inviting arms around him.
Whatever worry he had is gone; Dean is sitting next to him and whatever happens, he trusts that his brother will take care of it.
He’s never felt safer, yet he still can’t recall the reason why.
Seconds appear like hours before the vehicle comes to a halt. He stumbles out just as his stomach convulses and his knees give out. He’s on the ground heaving before he realizes what struck him. Through the acrid taste of bile and the burning ache of sickness, strong warm arms reach out to him.
“It’s okay, Sammy. Let it all out,” Dean coos into his ear while brushing damp bangs of hair away from his face. He unconsciously leans into the affectionate gesture.
When his stomach stops trying to run out of his chest and escape through his throat, he lets himself fall back into his brother. Dean keeps him close while he takes deep shuddering breaths. As his lungs settle in time with his stomach, he hears his brother’s snort.
“Told you you were concussed.”
He rolls his eyes and even that small motion hurts.
“Don’t feel good, D…”
He closes his eyes and leans deeper into his brother’s chest. He can feel it rise and fall in time with Dean’s breathing.
“I know you don’t. Let’s get you back to the car. We’re going home,” Dean prompts as he starts to pull on his armpits in an attempt to get him up and moving. A grunt of pain escapes his lips before he can stop it.
“What happened?”
Dean bites back a sigh and guides him towards the passenger seat.
“Bashed that geeky brain of yours,” his brother replies with a smile in his voice. He closes his eyes as the words die before they have time to meet each other and make sense of their common purpose in his recollection of the whole story.
Dean sees the absent look on his face and smiles. His brother seems to know something he doesn’t and he wants to ask before he finds himself wondering what it was that he wanted to ask about.
“My head hurts.”
He sees the sad smile on his big brother’s face. “I know it does, kiddo. Just hold on a bit longer.”
Dean’s eyes are shimmering but he doesn’t get why. The Impala speeds and he watches the trees disappear past his window.
“Hey, Dean?” he starts. His brother turns to face him.
“Where ‘re we going?”
Dean smiles again. His brother seems a little happier than before. “Home,” Dean replies clearly and without hesitating.
He nods and yawns; his eyes filling with salty pearls of water. “ ‘k. Gonna sleep now… But when I get up can you tell me what’ I miss? I can’t seem to remember”
He actually hears Dean’s smile before he sees it.
“Sure thing, kiddo. I’ll tell you all about it when you wake up,” Dean promises warmly. His brother’s words fill him with a security that has always been theirs and theirs only. He closes his eyes and the outlines of the car start to spider into his imagination. He can’t push away the feeling of home that is trying to wrap its way around the frontiers and make them whole, securing and warm. While he can’t see it clearly, he can feel peace wrap its inviting arms around him.
Whatever worry he had is gone; Dean is sitting next to him and whatever happens, he trusts that his brother will take care of it.
He’s never felt safer, yet he still can’t recall the reason why.
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