Filled: ~Really~ Bad Day At Black Rock (6 / 7)gwendolyndMay 2 2011, 21:25:59 UTC
Pursing his lips together, Dean nodded, and grabbed the blade, blinking in determination to get this done. He needed to be strong, he had to be strong for Sam, because he wasn’t the one losing an arm. But you’re the one cutting it off.
Biting his lip, Dean cut through a nerve, then another and another until the’d all been cut and Sam’s screams were deafening. “Shh...it’s okay! It’s okay, Sammy!” Dean yelled desperately, throwing his body sideways to hold Sam’s legs down as he thrashed in agony. It was nothing but okay, and Dean wanted to shove the blade into his own gut for the pain he was causing to Sam, but he clung to one thought, repeating it over and over. This is to save Sam. Save Sammy.
He was unsure how long it took Sam to still, and Dean wished more than anything that this was over, but surely that had to be the worst part, the rest was just more muscle and tendon and-
“Sonovabitch!” The bone. He needed to get through the bone. “Sam...Sam stay with me. This is all gonna be over soon, I promise-but I...” Dean ran a hand through his own hair again, taking a moment to breathe and try to calm his own racing heart. “I gotta break your arm dude.”
Sam laid there, glassy eyed and staring at the trees above them, struggling to get regular breaths in but it wasn’t screams, so Dean took it as the go-ahead he needed and carefully untied Sam’s one arm. He winced as he saw the burns the soft shirt had made with all of Sam’s struggles and continued on to wedge his knees under Sam’s head again, easing him into a more sitting position. “On three, okay? One-“
Filled: ~Really~ Bad Day At Black Rock (7 / 7)gwendolyndMay 2 2011, 21:27:26 UTC
The sound echoed around them-or maybe it was only in his own ears-and he cursed whoever had decided that the arm needed two bones to function. Panic settled on his chest when Sam didn’t lash out in pain, but only let a yell out. Either it was a testament to Sam’s will to avoid hurting Dean, or it showed just how painful everything else had been when he acted like he only whacked his funny bone.
Sam’s head lolled forward, and Dean scrambled to grab the blade, and in a bought of fury at the tree (at Bela, at the rabbit for letting his foot get taken, at anything) he swung the blade with all his strength at the wound and the bones (that had thankfully broken in a useful place).
Sam jerked back into consciousness as the release of the other muscle connecting him to his arm was sliced through, yelling and tossing his head back against Dean’s shoulder behind him. Dean wasted no time in grabbing the shirt and wrapping it around what was now a stump of Sam’s arm, soaking the blood that was bleeding through with all other clothes he had stuffed in his bag.
Duffel bag looped on one arm, Dean picked his barely conscious brother up and weaved through the trees back to the Impala to plop him in the back seat. “Hang on Sam, you did good. Just a little more...there’s a Hospital a few hours away...I’ll get us there in half an hour. Just hold on.”
Making sure the giant’s legs were tucked completely inside the doors, Dean was peeling out of the road before his door was even closed, glancing back at Sam every few seconds.
“Dean...”
“Yeah, Sammy?” Dean glanced back to see Sam cradling his bleeding....non-arm, looking pale and half out of it, yet still trying to crack a smile.
“I guess I’m doing all the research now, eh?”
He wasn’t sure why, but Dean laughed. “You kidding me? We’ll attach a blade to that stump and you’ll be the best hunter alive.”
Re: Filled: ~Really~ Bad Day At Black Rock (7 / 7)gwendolyndMay 3 2011, 21:41:00 UTC
=) Thanks. I haven't seen 127 Hours, but I did watch a video where the guy was describing what it was like so I could make it more realistic. ^_^ Glad you liked!
Biting his lip, Dean cut through a nerve, then another and another until the’d all been cut and Sam’s screams were deafening. “Shh...it’s okay! It’s okay, Sammy!” Dean yelled desperately, throwing his body sideways to hold Sam’s legs down as he thrashed in agony. It was nothing but okay, and Dean wanted to shove the blade into his own gut for the pain he was causing to Sam, but he clung to one thought, repeating it over and over. This is to save Sam. Save Sammy.
He was unsure how long it took Sam to still, and Dean wished more than anything that this was over, but surely that had to be the worst part, the rest was just more muscle and tendon and-
“Sonovabitch!” The bone. He needed to get through the bone. “Sam...Sam stay with me. This is all gonna be over soon, I promise-but I...” Dean ran a hand through his own hair again, taking a moment to breathe and try to calm his own racing heart. “I gotta break your arm dude.”
Sam laid there, glassy eyed and staring at the trees above them, struggling to get regular breaths in but it wasn’t screams, so Dean took it as the go-ahead he needed and carefully untied Sam’s one arm. He winced as he saw the burns the soft shirt had made with all of Sam’s struggles and continued on to wedge his knees under Sam’s head again, easing him into a more sitting position. “On three, okay? One-“
CRACK!
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The sound echoed around them-or maybe it was only in his own ears-and he cursed whoever had decided that the arm needed two bones to function. Panic settled on his chest when Sam didn’t lash out in pain, but only let a yell out. Either it was a testament to Sam’s will to avoid hurting Dean, or it showed just how painful everything else had been when he acted like he only whacked his funny bone.
Sam’s head lolled forward, and Dean scrambled to grab the blade, and in a bought of fury at the tree (at Bela, at the rabbit for letting his foot get taken, at anything) he swung the blade with all his strength at the wound and the bones (that had thankfully broken in a useful place).
Sam jerked back into consciousness as the release of the other muscle connecting him to his arm was sliced through, yelling and tossing his head back against Dean’s shoulder behind him. Dean wasted no time in grabbing the shirt and wrapping it around what was now a stump of Sam’s arm, soaking the blood that was bleeding through with all other clothes he had stuffed in his bag.
Duffel bag looped on one arm, Dean picked his barely conscious brother up and weaved through the trees back to the Impala to plop him in the back seat. “Hang on Sam, you did good. Just a little more...there’s a Hospital a few hours away...I’ll get us there in half an hour. Just hold on.”
Making sure the giant’s legs were tucked completely inside the doors, Dean was peeling out of the road before his door was even closed, glancing back at Sam every few seconds.
“Dean...”
“Yeah, Sammy?” Dean glanced back to see Sam cradling his bleeding....non-arm, looking pale and half out of it, yet still trying to crack a smile.
“I guess I’m doing all the research now, eh?”
He wasn’t sure why, but Dean laughed. “You kidding me? We’ll attach a blade to that stump and you’ll be the best hunter alive.”
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Well-done!
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