Things to Bury - Chapter 2
Title: Things To Bury
Author: Winchickster
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance
Rating: PG-13 for now. Probably NC-17 in the coming updates
Pairing: Chloe/Dean later on
Summary: Sam has a vision of Chloe so he and Dean set out to find the mysterious blonde woman.
Legal: I don't own any of the characters. I just like to play with them.
Author's Note: Thanks for all of the awesome feedback guys. Here's chapter 2, hope you like it. We have a while to go, so enjoy the ride. Also, someone asked what seasons I am drawing from. I've only watched up the middle of season 2.
Previous Chapters: ( Chapter 1 )
Chapter 2
Sam groaned as he opened his eyes. His body ached and he felt a trickle of blood making its way down his forehead.
"Sammy?" Dean barely croaked out in a low grunt while slowly lifting his head from the steering wheel.
"Yeah Dean, I'm alright," he responded hoarsely.
Dean finally picked his head up completely and leaned it back against the seat keeping his eyes squeezed shut and tasting the metallic flavor of his injury, hoping it wasn't bleeding too badly. "That car came out of nowhere," he breathed out.
"Yeah, I know." Sam paused for a moment and took in their surroundings. "We're in the grass." He had no idea how they ended up there. Just assumed Dean had cut the wheel to the right to save them from some of the impact. Risking his life for him.
"Can you move?" Deans voice came low and gravelly.
Sam decided then to take a mental once over of his body by moving his various limbs. "Looks like."
"Good. My door's stuck. Get out, I'm going to have to slide over." He sounded fairly calm for a man who had just wrecked his baby.
"You sure you're all right? It's seems like your side of the car got the worst of it." He was seriously concerned that Dean was just playing hero and not letting on to how injured he really was.
"I'm fine Sammy. We need to make sure there wasn't anyone in the other car."
"Fine." Sam was irritated and fairly certain his brother was lying, but opened his door and cautiously stretched each leg outside of the car and onto the ground, then stood up slowly.
Dean started to slide over and winced with each movement toward the other side of the car. "Fuck!" he growled out.
"I knew it! You're hurt," his brother snapped at him.
"I'll be fine Sam. It's what happens when you get into a wreck. I'll heal."
"Oh, you mean like last time. You know, when you were in a coma and..." He cut himself short knowing better than to bring up their father and his death, but it was too late. His brother had a scowl on his face unlike any other. "I'm sorry Dean, I...."
Dean didn't bother with a response. Just kept inching his body across the leather seat. It fucking hurt like hell. His legs were screaming at him with each movement, he felt bruised from his shoulder all the way down his side, and damn it, it felt like he was choking with each breath he tried to take.
Sam leaned over into the car trying to help him out, but his brother was being stubborn and stopped to glare at him for even attempting to do it. "I don't need a hug Sammy. I've got it," he barked out.
Sam backed off, grit his teeth and put his hands in the air. "Fine, but if you stand up and stumble once, you'll get my help whether you want it or not."
Finally Dean reached the edge of the seat and apprehensively turned to settle his legs outside of the car. Grunting with the pain, he defiantly stood up and refused to accept his condition as anything but temporary pain. Pain he could deal with. Nearly every hunt they went on lead to some sort of pain or other. It would just take a moment to settle his mind back to ignoring it like usual.
"See, I'm up. Keep your hugs to yourself," he swaggered taking a few tentative steps while trying to get his body to quit attempting to betray him.
Sam caught his elbow when he saw his brothers legs threaten to give out. "I'm sorry if I'm a little concerned about you right now, considering you've got blood dripping from the side of your mouth, and frankly you look like shit."
Dean shrugged his arm away from him. "I told you, I'm fine. We need to check out what we hit."
Sam rolled his eyes and reconciled to letting his brother pretend he was fine.
It appeared that the other car had spun sideways across the highway. As they stepped back onto the pavement they could see the glass on the drivers side window spidered completely and a blood stain in the center of it. Not a good sign.
Sam reached for the handle before Dean could stop him, and as the door swung open slowly, a body slumped out of it and against him. Sam swallowed hard. At that point she'd already been moved, so he lifted her into his arms and carried her away from the car, then gently laid her down onto the pavement, brushing her blonde locks from her face.
Dean didn't say anything. Just stood staring at the limp girl in his brothers arms and then watched him lay her gently to the ground. This was a living and breathing girl about 10 minutes ago, and now all he could make out was a mass of blonde hair matted to her head with blood and various cuts and bruises covering her face and arms. Guilt was slowly consuming him and he needed to get it under control.
"It's her," Sam's eyes met his brothers.
Get it together Dean, get it together. He clamped his jaw together tightly and stepped closer to his brother and the girl. He watched Sam with knowing eyes as he checked for breathing and a pulse, then looked up at him and spoke what he already knew to be true. "She's gone."
TBC
(Next Chapter - Chapter 3)
Author: Winchickster
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance
Rating: PG-13 for now. Probably NC-17 in the coming updates
Pairing: Chloe/Dean later on
Summary: Sam has a vision of Chloe so he and Dean set out to find the mysterious blonde woman.
Legal: I don't own any of the characters. I just like to play with them.
Author's Note: Thanks for all of the awesome feedback guys. Here's chapter 2, hope you like it. We have a while to go, so enjoy the ride. Also, someone asked what seasons I am drawing from. I've only watched up the middle of season 2.
Previous Chapters: ( Chapter 1 )
Chapter 2
Sam groaned as he opened his eyes. His body ached and he felt a trickle of blood making its way down his forehead.
"Sammy?" Dean barely croaked out in a low grunt while slowly lifting his head from the steering wheel.
"Yeah Dean, I'm alright," he responded hoarsely.
Dean finally picked his head up completely and leaned it back against the seat keeping his eyes squeezed shut and tasting the metallic flavor of his injury, hoping it wasn't bleeding too badly. "That car came out of nowhere," he breathed out.
"Yeah, I know." Sam paused for a moment and took in their surroundings. "We're in the grass." He had no idea how they ended up there. Just assumed Dean had cut the wheel to the right to save them from some of the impact. Risking his life for him.
"Can you move?" Deans voice came low and gravelly.
Sam decided then to take a mental once over of his body by moving his various limbs. "Looks like."
"Good. My door's stuck. Get out, I'm going to have to slide over." He sounded fairly calm for a man who had just wrecked his baby.
"You sure you're all right? It's seems like your side of the car got the worst of it." He was seriously concerned that Dean was just playing hero and not letting on to how injured he really was.
"I'm fine Sammy. We need to make sure there wasn't anyone in the other car."
"Fine." Sam was irritated and fairly certain his brother was lying, but opened his door and cautiously stretched each leg outside of the car and onto the ground, then stood up slowly.
Dean started to slide over and winced with each movement toward the other side of the car. "Fuck!" he growled out.
"I knew it! You're hurt," his brother snapped at him.
"I'll be fine Sam. It's what happens when you get into a wreck. I'll heal."
"Oh, you mean like last time. You know, when you were in a coma and..." He cut himself short knowing better than to bring up their father and his death, but it was too late. His brother had a scowl on his face unlike any other. "I'm sorry Dean, I...."
Dean didn't bother with a response. Just kept inching his body across the leather seat. It fucking hurt like hell. His legs were screaming at him with each movement, he felt bruised from his shoulder all the way down his side, and damn it, it felt like he was choking with each breath he tried to take.
Sam leaned over into the car trying to help him out, but his brother was being stubborn and stopped to glare at him for even attempting to do it. "I don't need a hug Sammy. I've got it," he barked out.
Sam backed off, grit his teeth and put his hands in the air. "Fine, but if you stand up and stumble once, you'll get my help whether you want it or not."
Finally Dean reached the edge of the seat and apprehensively turned to settle his legs outside of the car. Grunting with the pain, he defiantly stood up and refused to accept his condition as anything but temporary pain. Pain he could deal with. Nearly every hunt they went on lead to some sort of pain or other. It would just take a moment to settle his mind back to ignoring it like usual.
"See, I'm up. Keep your hugs to yourself," he swaggered taking a few tentative steps while trying to get his body to quit attempting to betray him.
Sam caught his elbow when he saw his brothers legs threaten to give out. "I'm sorry if I'm a little concerned about you right now, considering you've got blood dripping from the side of your mouth, and frankly you look like shit."
Dean shrugged his arm away from him. "I told you, I'm fine. We need to check out what we hit."
Sam rolled his eyes and reconciled to letting his brother pretend he was fine.
It appeared that the other car had spun sideways across the highway. As they stepped back onto the pavement they could see the glass on the drivers side window spidered completely and a blood stain in the center of it. Not a good sign.
Sam reached for the handle before Dean could stop him, and as the door swung open slowly, a body slumped out of it and against him. Sam swallowed hard. At that point she'd already been moved, so he lifted her into his arms and carried her away from the car, then gently laid her down onto the pavement, brushing her blonde locks from her face.
Dean didn't say anything. Just stood staring at the limp girl in his brothers arms and then watched him lay her gently to the ground. This was a living and breathing girl about 10 minutes ago, and now all he could make out was a mass of blonde hair matted to her head with blood and various cuts and bruises covering her face and arms. Guilt was slowly consuming him and he needed to get it under control.
"It's her," Sam's eyes met his brothers.
Get it together Dean, get it together. He clamped his jaw together tightly and stepped closer to his brother and the girl. He watched Sam with knowing eyes as he checked for breathing and a pulse, then looked up at him and spoke what he already knew to be true. "She's gone."
TBC
(Next Chapter - Chapter 3)