[backdated]: closed to dean
The whole night is a blur. A messy, painful, bloody blur. Or not even the whole night; Sam remembers clearly enough going running, the first wolf coming at him and gutting it with the knife. It's a good knife, he still has it.
There were a lot more wolves than knives, though.
His rescuer, though - her he's still trying to make out. He's been put back together, though the chunk taken out of his shoulder is going to take a while to heal. Really, he's aware, he should be flat on his back. But it didn't take him too terribly long to realize that he hasn't seen Dean.
And if Dean were in the Mansion he would have come back to their rooms. But as he put together the first time he was conscious and coherent, Dean knew he went for a run. When the attack started he wasn't back. And Sam somehow doesn't think Dean would have stayed meekly inside. And if he didn't find Sam and Sam didn't see him, and he's not back...
The panic is deep, gut-churning, awful. He's on his feet and making for the door in a hurry, but doesn't quite get there before he has to stop and lean against something, breathing hard. And by now it's been a couple days.
He's fine. He's got to be fine, he has to be...
Sam isn't stupid, though.
For Dean! Reunite the worried Winchesters. Worried, wounded Winchesters. How's that for alliteration...
There were a lot more wolves than knives, though.
His rescuer, though - her he's still trying to make out. He's been put back together, though the chunk taken out of his shoulder is going to take a while to heal. Really, he's aware, he should be flat on his back. But it didn't take him too terribly long to realize that he hasn't seen Dean.
And if Dean were in the Mansion he would have come back to their rooms. But as he put together the first time he was conscious and coherent, Dean knew he went for a run. When the attack started he wasn't back. And Sam somehow doesn't think Dean would have stayed meekly inside. And if he didn't find Sam and Sam didn't see him, and he's not back...
The panic is deep, gut-churning, awful. He's on his feet and making for the door in a hurry, but doesn't quite get there before he has to stop and lean against something, breathing hard. And by now it's been a couple days.
He's fine. He's got to be fine, he has to be...
Sam isn't stupid, though.
For Dean! Reunite the worried Winchesters. Worried, wounded Winchesters. How's that for alliteration...