Re: FILLED "The First Scars" (2/3)captainlonOctober 10 2011, 08:32:41 UTC
(Arrrg why can't I ever post this right??)
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"Sammy!" Dean's voice was unmistakable. Sam opened his eyes in time to see his big brother brush past his dad and ran over to him,
"What the hell? What are you doing here?" Dean was fretting, but hands steady as he carefully moved Sam's hand from his neck,
"Son of a bitch!" the big brother felt sick as soon as he saw the blood covering his little brother's skin and clothing. It was exactly this day he had feared would one day come. His little brother getting seriously hurt. And he wasn't even supposed to be on this hunt!
"Sam," John knelt down beside his two sons,
"What are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay to research."
"Dad. Can't this wait?" Dean hissed, placing his bigger hand against Sam's neck.
"She's dead," Sam pointed over at the dead woman on the floor,
"Problem solved," he shrugged, avoiding John's stern look and met Dean's instead,
"She wanted to... eat me," Sam sluggishly pointed to where Dean's hand was pressing against him,
"Obviously."
"Sam, shut up," Dean's voice was soft despite the harsh order. He didn't need his brother's snarky comments pissing off dad now. Dean gathered Sam closer to him while John checked the corpse. It wasn't until Sam slumped against Dean completely that Dean decided it was time to go. Whether dad wanted to or not.
"Dad, we need to go. Sam's really hurt," Dean said, swallowing hard and gathered his brother in his arms and stood up.
"Ah yeah you're getting heavy, Sammy," Dean grimaced at the weight. Once he felt he had a secure hold under Sam's knees and shoulders, tucking his head to his chest. He didn't wait for his dad to go first and hurried out to the car and got into the passenger's seat with Sam still in his arms.
Re: FILLED "The First Scars" (3/3)captainlonOctober 11 2011, 18:47:04 UTC
I have no idea whether you like this or not, but here's the last part anyway.
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The worse part of it all was to watch dad stitch up Sam back at the motel. That was going to leave scars. Probably the first scars on his little brother's skin out of many. Sure the kid had some minor scars like any other kid. Like after a nasty fall while running when even younger. Or burning his hand on a stove. But this was the first ones resulted from a hunt.
"Dean, he'll be fine," John reassured his oldest son with a sad smile, hand steady as he finished the last stitch. He was thankful his youngest son was still out. It was hard enough to have to puncture his kid's skin with a needle as it was. Even for a though hunter like John it would've been hard for him to see his boy in pain caused by him.
"We knew this day would come. It always does," John told Dean. Dean quietly nodded and sat down beside Sam on their shared bed, running a hand through his brother's dark hair. He remembered the first time he got hurt on a hunt. In fact it had been on one of Sam's first hunts. Well of the very few ones he was allowed to come along on. A damn poltergeist had tried to get a hold of Sam so Dean distracted it by allowing it to throw him around.
Once John finished stitching and bandaged the wounds, in a rare case of affection he stroked his youngest son's cheek. He stood up and vanished into the little kitchen while Dean stayed with his brother, waiting impatiently for him to wake up. Sam showed first signs of waking about thirty minutes later and Dean was hovering over him with a cheeky smile - covering the worry he was feeling.
"Hey there, Sammy," Dean carefully took hold of Sam's hand when he tried to touch the gauze over his wounds.
"Hey don't touch that," Dean put Sam's hand down, but Sam wasn't staying and sat up a little unsteady,
"Want to tell me what happened?"
Sam was looking around the room, as if looking for something. "Eh, I think she figured out I was a hunter," Sam lied,
"Got the upper hand. I'm sorry. I should have tried to call you when I found out it was her, but I didn't get the chance."
Dean looked suspicious, but sighed and let it go, "Well, you did good that what's matters. And chicks digs scars," he snickered and Sam lightly on the gauze. Sam had that typical deadpan look on his face and Dean had to laugh, carefully pushing Sam back down onto the bed.
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"Sammy!" Dean's voice was unmistakable. Sam opened his eyes in time to see his big brother brush past his dad and ran over to him,
"What the hell? What are you doing here?" Dean was fretting, but hands steady as he carefully moved Sam's hand from his neck,
"Son of a bitch!" the big brother felt sick as soon as he saw the blood covering his little brother's skin and clothing. It was exactly this day he had feared would one day come. His little brother getting seriously hurt. And he wasn't even supposed to be on this hunt!
"Sam," John knelt down beside his two sons,
"What are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay to research."
"Dad. Can't this wait?" Dean hissed, placing his bigger hand against Sam's neck.
"She's dead," Sam pointed over at the dead woman on the floor,
"Problem solved," he shrugged, avoiding John's stern look and met Dean's instead,
"She wanted to... eat me," Sam sluggishly pointed to where Dean's hand was pressing against him,
"Obviously."
"Sam, shut up," Dean's voice was soft despite the harsh order. He didn't need his brother's snarky comments pissing off dad now. Dean gathered Sam closer to him while John checked the corpse. It wasn't until Sam slumped against Dean completely that Dean decided it was time to go. Whether dad wanted to or not.
"Dad, we need to go. Sam's really hurt," Dean said, swallowing hard and gathered his brother in his arms and stood up.
"Ah yeah you're getting heavy, Sammy," Dean grimaced at the weight. Once he felt he had a secure hold under Sam's knees and shoulders, tucking his head to his chest. He didn't wait for his dad to go first and hurried out to the car and got into the passenger's seat with Sam still in his arms.
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The worse part of it all was to watch dad stitch up Sam back at the motel. That was going to leave scars. Probably the first scars on his little brother's skin out of many. Sure the kid had some minor scars like any other kid. Like after a nasty fall while running when even younger. Or burning his hand on a stove. But this was the first ones resulted from a hunt.
"Dean, he'll be fine," John reassured his oldest son with a sad smile, hand steady as he finished the last stitch. He was thankful his youngest son was still out. It was hard enough to have to puncture his kid's skin with a needle as it was. Even for a though hunter like John it would've been hard for him to see his boy in pain caused by him.
"We knew this day would come. It always does," John told Dean. Dean quietly nodded and sat down beside Sam on their shared bed, running a hand through his brother's dark hair. He remembered the first time he got hurt on a hunt. In fact it had been on one of Sam's first hunts. Well of the very few ones he was allowed to come along on. A damn poltergeist had tried to get a hold of Sam so Dean distracted it by allowing it to throw him around.
Once John finished stitching and bandaged the wounds, in a rare case of affection he stroked his youngest son's cheek. He stood up and vanished into the little kitchen while Dean stayed with his brother, waiting impatiently for him to wake up. Sam showed first signs of waking about thirty minutes later and Dean was hovering over him with a cheeky smile - covering the worry he was feeling.
"Hey there, Sammy," Dean carefully took hold of Sam's hand when he tried to touch the gauze over his wounds.
"Hey don't touch that," Dean put Sam's hand down, but Sam wasn't staying and sat up a little unsteady,
"Want to tell me what happened?"
Sam was looking around the room, as if looking for something.
"Eh, I think she figured out I was a hunter," Sam lied,
"Got the upper hand. I'm sorry. I should have tried to call you when I found out it was her, but I didn't get the chance."
Dean looked suspicious, but sighed and let it go,
"Well, you did good that what's matters. And chicks digs scars," he snickered and Sam lightly on the gauze. Sam had that typical deadpan look on his face and Dean had to laugh, carefully pushing Sam back down onto the bed.
"Now get some real sleep. I'll be right here."
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