Just One More thing 1/4
SUMMARY: Written for a prompt on "ohsam". The prompt was that Sam is injured in the car crash in "Devil's Trap" worse than was shown. This is actually the first story in the "Life On Mute" verse.
Gunshots were loud.
Dean's mullet rock was loud.
But the sound of ripping, buckling metal and screeching tyres as the possessed semi crumpled the Impala like a piece of paper was the loudest sound Sam had ever heard.
So it was understandable that everything seemed a little muted after that.
Sam drove the demon away from the driver, and the driver called for help. When the helicopter and paramedics arrived, Sam demanded to know what was going on.
He thought the bandages that covered one eye and one ear had muted his voice. He couldn't seem to control the volume.
Nobody seemed to hear him.
His eye checked out fine. No internal injuries. No broken bones. He was cut up pretty badly -- but that was all.
Sam's focus was suddenly on his family. His father was closest to his room -- broken arm, cut up, head wound keeping him unconscious, and the bullet wound Sam had given him in the leg to drive the demon out of him.
But then he found Dean. Massive head wound. Internal injuries. Comatose and on a ventilator.
Sam looked over at the machines monitoring Dean. He could see them pulse, recording new information every half a second or so.
He didn't pay attention to the fact that he couldn't hear them beeping. He just assumed they had turned the sound down.
The next 24 hours passed in a blur. Dean woke -- gagging and coughing. Hearing his very soft voice was a relief to Sam -- even if he did mumble once and then resort to mouthing things. His throat must really have been hurting to do that.
But then Dad sent Sam for coffee. When Sam returned, he found their father lying on the floor. Unmoving.
Sam was still having problems with his own voice -- but he had absolutely no problem screaming for help.
But he only knew when they'd pronounced their father dead when he saw the look of utter devastation on Dean's face.
As he stood there, holding his trembling brother and watching the doctors work silently to disconnect all the leads from their father's body, something slammed into Sam's awareness like a fist to the face.
The voices weren't too soft.
The monitors hadn't been muted.
Sam just couldn't hear them.
Continue to part Two
Gunshots were loud.
Dean's mullet rock was loud.
But the sound of ripping, buckling metal and screeching tyres as the possessed semi crumpled the Impala like a piece of paper was the loudest sound Sam had ever heard.
So it was understandable that everything seemed a little muted after that.
Sam drove the demon away from the driver, and the driver called for help. When the helicopter and paramedics arrived, Sam demanded to know what was going on.
He thought the bandages that covered one eye and one ear had muted his voice. He couldn't seem to control the volume.
Nobody seemed to hear him.
His eye checked out fine. No internal injuries. No broken bones. He was cut up pretty badly -- but that was all.
Sam's focus was suddenly on his family. His father was closest to his room -- broken arm, cut up, head wound keeping him unconscious, and the bullet wound Sam had given him in the leg to drive the demon out of him.
But then he found Dean. Massive head wound. Internal injuries. Comatose and on a ventilator.
Sam looked over at the machines monitoring Dean. He could see them pulse, recording new information every half a second or so.
He didn't pay attention to the fact that he couldn't hear them beeping. He just assumed they had turned the sound down.
The next 24 hours passed in a blur. Dean woke -- gagging and coughing. Hearing his very soft voice was a relief to Sam -- even if he did mumble once and then resort to mouthing things. His throat must really have been hurting to do that.
But then Dad sent Sam for coffee. When Sam returned, he found their father lying on the floor. Unmoving.
Sam was still having problems with his own voice -- but he had absolutely no problem screaming for help.
But he only knew when they'd pronounced their father dead when he saw the look of utter devastation on Dean's face.
As he stood there, holding his trembling brother and watching the doctors work silently to disconnect all the leads from their father's body, something slammed into Sam's awareness like a fist to the face.
The voices weren't too soft.
The monitors hadn't been muted.
Sam just couldn't hear them.
Continue to part Two