So I've never done one of these before and this is probably to long or something. I hope you like it though, and I'm sorry for the errors lol.
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Dean suddenly stopped at the top of the stairs, a noise from below him catching his attention. Forgetting that Sam was behind him, he turned around a bit too quickly, flashlight and shotgun at the ready, slamming directly into his brother’s face.
The force and shock had Sam teetering dangerously on the steps and before Dean could even react, Sam was rolling backwards down the wooden stairs.
His feet seemed to be glued in place as he helplessly watched Sam’s head break the fall at the landing. It took him a few moments to snap out of his daze but within seconds of coming around he was down the stairs and at Sam’s side.
“Come on, Sammy,” His coached. “Wake up, buddy.”
Sam remained silent, his head resting limp in Dean’s shaking hands.
Without even a second thought, Dean wrapped his arms around Sam’s chest, letting his brother’s head fall backward against his shoulder as he dragged Sam out to the Impala. The hunt could wait another day or two, point driven home when Dean pushed Sam into the seat and noticed the blood now staining his shirt.
“You’re doing the laundry next, little brother.”
He carefully shut the passenger door and climbed into the driver’s side, peeling wheels out of the old driveway and breaking every speed limit back to their motel. If Sam didn’t wake up soon, he’d be rushing them to the nearest hospital but for now their motel would do.
“D’n?” Sam’s eyes weren’t open yet but he could see the moment behind Sam’s eyelids.
Easing the car up to the front of their room, Dean quickly shut the ignition off and rushed around to Sam’s side, carefully opening to door Sam was now resting against. He propped himself between the door and Sam, gently pulling Sam from the car and into their room before his brother completely woke up.
It was great that Sam was awake, but Dean would really prefer it if Sam didn’t get sick in the Impala or on him.
He gently lowered Sam onto the closest bed and pushed until his brother was lying on his back, head resting against the pillows. Sam’s eyes had finally opened and the confusion clouding them definitely worried him.
“You with me, Sammy?” He smiled.
Sam didn’t say anything as his eyes started drifting closed again but Dean quickly hopped up and barked at Sam to stay awake as he ran into the bathroom. He grabbed the bottle of aspirin, filled a glass of water, and grabbed the tiny trash can from beside the sink before heading back to Sam.
Re: Part 1/3rejenerationAugust 29 2009, 13:04:09 UTC
-grinning- For never doing one of these before, you did it _perfectly_, IMHO! Slurry Sam and a sweet and caring and ridiculously present Dean are FTW. Excellent job! ♥
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Dean suddenly stopped at the top of the stairs, a noise from below him catching his attention. Forgetting that Sam was behind him, he turned around a bit too quickly, flashlight and shotgun at the ready, slamming directly into his brother’s face.
The force and shock had Sam teetering dangerously on the steps and before Dean could even react, Sam was rolling backwards down the wooden stairs.
His feet seemed to be glued in place as he helplessly watched Sam’s head break the fall at the landing. It took him a few moments to snap out of his daze but within seconds of coming around he was down the stairs and at Sam’s side.
“Come on, Sammy,” His coached. “Wake up, buddy.”
Sam remained silent, his head resting limp in Dean’s shaking hands.
Without even a second thought, Dean wrapped his arms around Sam’s chest, letting his brother’s head fall backward against his shoulder as he dragged Sam out to the Impala. The hunt could wait another day or two, point driven home when Dean pushed Sam into the seat and noticed the blood now staining his shirt.
“You’re doing the laundry next, little brother.”
He carefully shut the passenger door and climbed into the driver’s side, peeling wheels out of the old driveway and breaking every speed limit back to their motel. If Sam didn’t wake up soon, he’d be rushing them to the nearest hospital but for now their motel would do.
“D’n?” Sam’s eyes weren’t open yet but he could see the moment behind Sam’s eyelids.
Easing the car up to the front of their room, Dean quickly shut the ignition off and rushed around to Sam’s side, carefully opening to door Sam was now resting against. He propped himself between the door and Sam, gently pulling Sam from the car and into their room before his brother completely woke up.
It was great that Sam was awake, but Dean would really prefer it if Sam didn’t get sick in the Impala or on him.
He gently lowered Sam onto the closest bed and pushed until his brother was lying on his back, head resting against the pillows. Sam’s eyes had finally opened and the confusion clouding them definitely worried him.
“You with me, Sammy?” He smiled.
Sam didn’t say anything as his eyes started drifting closed again but Dean quickly hopped up and barked at Sam to stay awake as he ran into the bathroom. He grabbed the bottle of aspirin, filled a glass of water, and grabbed the tiny trash can from beside the sink before heading back to Sam.
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