Riding Out the Storm
Rated T: language, violence, possible graphic gore...
Summary: The Winchesters travel to eliminate a deadly apocalypse-freed entity. But will they be able to stop it before it stops them? Hurt/sick!Sam.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. But I'm grateful to have the freedom and opportunity to use them in my work
Dean was running...
All he could hear was the pounding of his heart and the heaviness of his breath in his ears.
All he could feel was the impact of each moment his boots met the earth.
All he could think was that he needed to get to Sam.
Sam...
"Sam!" he shouted out as he got closer to the clearing in the vast area of woods. "Sam, where are you?" he called out.
Then he saw him... He was lying on the ground on his back; the carcass that remained of the creature he'd finally managed to kill, lay burning just a few feet away.
Dean stopped for a moment; frozen in a bit of panic as he appraised his brother from across the field. He swallowed back down the bile that rose at the mere thought of the possibility...
Upon seeing Sam's chest rise and fall, Dean was suddenly thrown back into action, and he quickly closed the space between them, coming to land on his knees beside his fallen younger sibling.
"Sammy?" he reached his hands down, only able to let them hover just above Sam's tattered shirt. He moved, instead, to cup his brother's face, gripping it on either side. "Sammy, c'mon. Can you hear me? Need you to wake up, kiddo. Gotta get you outta here."
A crackling noise caused Dean to glance over at the burning corpse for a moment.
"Dea-?" Sam's whispered voice pulled Dean's attention back to his brother.
"Sam," he let out a breath. "You okay? Did she get you?" he asked with concern written clearly on his face.
"I...I dunno. I-" his eyes narrowed as his face scrunched up. His head twisted, tilting to the side in a bit of confusion. Then his face suddenly slackened completely; his eyes filling with a knowing fear.
"Sammy?" Dean's voice came only as a whisper.
And then, Sam's body tensed; his back arching violently off of the ground.
Sam screamed...
Chapter Two
Summary: The Winchesters travel to eliminate a deadly apocalypse-freed entity. But will they be able to stop it before it stops them? Hurt/sick!Sam.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. But I'm grateful to have the freedom and opportunity to use them in my work
Dean was running...
All he could hear was the pounding of his heart and the heaviness of his breath in his ears.
All he could feel was the impact of each moment his boots met the earth.
All he could think was that he needed to get to Sam.
Sam...
"Sam!" he shouted out as he got closer to the clearing in the vast area of woods. "Sam, where are you?" he called out.
Then he saw him... He was lying on the ground on his back; the carcass that remained of the creature he'd finally managed to kill, lay burning just a few feet away.
Dean stopped for a moment; frozen in a bit of panic as he appraised his brother from across the field. He swallowed back down the bile that rose at the mere thought of the possibility...
Upon seeing Sam's chest rise and fall, Dean was suddenly thrown back into action, and he quickly closed the space between them, coming to land on his knees beside his fallen younger sibling.
"Sammy?" he reached his hands down, only able to let them hover just above Sam's tattered shirt. He moved, instead, to cup his brother's face, gripping it on either side. "Sammy, c'mon. Can you hear me? Need you to wake up, kiddo. Gotta get you outta here."
A crackling noise caused Dean to glance over at the burning corpse for a moment.
"Dea-?" Sam's whispered voice pulled Dean's attention back to his brother.
"Sam," he let out a breath. "You okay? Did she get you?" he asked with concern written clearly on his face.
"I...I dunno. I-" his eyes narrowed as his face scrunched up. His head twisted, tilting to the side in a bit of confusion. Then his face suddenly slackened completely; his eyes filling with a knowing fear.
"Sammy?" Dean's voice came only as a whisper.
And then, Sam's body tensed; his back arching violently off of the ground.
Sam screamed...
Chapter Two