Filled: ~Really~ Bad Day At Black Rock (1 / 7)gwendolyndMay 2 2011, 21:19:21 UTC
“Oh fuck…” Dean whispered, scrubbing a hand over his face before clearing his throat. “Okay, Sammy, it’s not that bad. We’ll just-“ Dean trailed off, unsure and staring at their surroundings, head spinning at just how they’d gotten into this situation. In only a few hours, they had gone from winning thousands of dollars on scratch tickets, to Bela foiling their ritual and shooting Sam in the shoulder. The impact force of the bullet had been strong enough (probably with the damned rabbit foots help) to create a blur of events that had put them here. A large red oak tree had fallen and was crushing Sam’s arm under its weight
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Filled: ~Really~ Bad Day At Black Rock (2 / 7)gwendolyndMay 2 2011, 21:20:38 UTC
“STOP!” Sam yelled, startling Dean into immobility. “Put it down...Dean, put it down or I’ll die..” he rasped, struggling to turn his head.
Dean stared down at him. Clearly he was nuts. He had to be, right? Put the tree that was crushing his arm....down? No way. “You’re going to be okay, we’ll get you to a hospital.”
Sam managed to roll onto his back, revealing the tears that streaked through the dirt on his face, face crumpled in pain. “No, Dean, put it down. I’m serio---ugh...” Sam rolled back over to clutch at his shoulder as if it would help. “If you lift...it off...” Sam panted, “there are toxins from the crushed-“ Sam trailed off, eyes squeezing shut as if the mere word caused him pain.
“We’ll tie your arm off then-“
“It’ll kill me.”
Dean groaned, letting the tree slowly set back into place even though he’d barely lifted it. He kneeled in front of Sam, chin quivering as he fought the tears and anger. He was going to fucking explode that rabbit’s foot. “Then what am I supposed to do, Sammy? I can’t just leave you here,”
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Filled: ~Really~ Bad Day At Black Rock (3 / 7)gwendolyndMay 2 2011, 21:22:20 UTC
Paling more each second that passed, Sam turned, eyes dark and painful to look at. There was his Sasquatch brother, weak, and now uncaring that his tears were mixing in with his sweat in plain view. “M’serious...” he breathed, eyes pleading. “Find Bela before you die too.”
“Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
Carefully putting Sam’s head back on the ground, Dean stood, his poker face sliding back into place, helping him mask the pain to himself as well. “I’ll be back Sammy, I’m getting help, just hang in there.”
Dean rushed to the Impala, mentally mapping out how far the nearest Hospital was and how long it would take them to get here. Not fast enough. They would rush, sure, but not fast enough. Sammy needed to leave for the Hospital now. With a moment of rest, Dean rested his hands on the edges of the trunk after tossing his duffel in there. But Sam can’t leave to get to the Hospital now...That was when he saw it. The horrible instrument that made Dean think the impossible, and he knew it was his only option. The knife
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Filled: ~Really~ Bad Day At Black Rock (4 / 7)gwendolyndMay 2 2011, 21:23:18 UTC
“Jesus, Sammy...” Dean quickly put his bag down by Sam’s side, fighting - and losing - the tears as he did what he could to get Sam to focus on him again. “I’m not going, Sam, I’m right here. I...” His throat clenched tight at the mere thought, let alone telling Sam, but he knew he had to push through. “I’m going to cut you free
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Filled: ~Really~ Bad Day At Black Rock (6 / 7)gwendolyndMay 2 2011, 21:25:59 UTC
Pursing his lips together, Dean nodded, and grabbed the blade, blinking in determination to get this done. He needed to be strong, he had to be strong for Sam, because he wasn’t the one losing an arm. But you’re the one cutting it off.
Biting his lip, Dean cut through a nerve, then another and another until the’d all been cut and Sam’s screams were deafening. “Shh...it’s okay! It’s okay, Sammy!” Dean yelled desperately, throwing his body sideways to hold Sam’s legs down as he thrashed in agony. It was nothing but okay, and Dean wanted to shove the blade into his own gut for the pain he was causing to Sam, but he clung to one thought, repeating it over and over. This is to save Sam. Save Sammy. He was unsure how long it took Sam to still, and Dean wished more than anything that this was over, but surely that had to be the worst part, the rest was just more muscle and tendon and
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Filled: ~Really~ Bad Day At Black Rock (7 / 7)gwendolyndMay 2 2011, 21:27:26 UTC
The sound echoed around them-or maybe it was only in his own ears-and he cursed whoever had decided that the arm needed two bones to function. Panic settled on his chest when Sam didn’t lash out in pain, but only let a yell out. Either it was a testament to Sam’s will to avoid hurting Dean, or it showed just how painful everything else had been when he acted like he only whacked his funny bone.
Sam’s head lolled forward, and Dean scrambled to grab the blade, and in a bought of fury at the tree (at Bela, at the rabbit for letting his foot get taken, at anything) he swung the blade with all his strength at the wound and the bones (that had thankfully broken in a useful place
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Re: Filled: ~Really~ Bad Day At Black Rock (7 / 7)gwendolyndMay 3 2011, 21:41:00 UTC
=) Thanks. I haven't seen 127 Hours, but I did watch a video where the guy was describing what it was like so I could make it more realistic. ^_^ Glad you liked!
And Anna gets the tourniquet.
Because I was reading Misery, that's why.
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“STOP!” Sam yelled, startling Dean into immobility. “Put it down...Dean, put it down or I’ll die..” he rasped, struggling to turn his head.
Dean stared down at him. Clearly he was nuts. He had to be, right? Put the tree that was crushing his arm....down? No way. “You’re going to be okay, we’ll get you to a hospital.”
Sam managed to roll onto his back, revealing the tears that streaked through the dirt on his face, face crumpled in pain. “No, Dean, put it down. I’m serio---ugh...” Sam rolled back over to clutch at his shoulder as if it would help. “If you lift...it off...” Sam panted, “there are toxins from the crushed-“ Sam trailed off, eyes squeezing shut as if the mere word caused him pain.
“We’ll tie your arm off then-“
“It’ll kill me.”
Dean groaned, letting the tree slowly set back into place even though he’d barely lifted it. He kneeled in front of Sam, chin quivering as he fought the tears and anger. He was going to fucking explode that rabbit’s foot. “Then what am I supposed to do, Sammy? I can’t just leave you here,” ( ... )
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“Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
Carefully putting Sam’s head back on the ground, Dean stood, his poker face sliding back into place, helping him mask the pain to himself as well. “I’ll be back Sammy, I’m getting help, just hang in there.”
Dean rushed to the Impala, mentally mapping out how far the nearest Hospital was and how long it would take them to get here. Not fast enough. They would rush, sure, but not fast enough. Sammy needed to leave for the Hospital now. With a moment of rest, Dean rested his hands on the edges of the trunk after tossing his duffel in there. But Sam can’t leave to get to the Hospital now...That was when he saw it. The horrible instrument that made Dean think the impossible, and he knew it was his only option. The knife ( ... )
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Biting his lip, Dean cut through a nerve, then another and another until the’d all been cut and Sam’s screams were deafening. “Shh...it’s okay! It’s okay, Sammy!” Dean yelled desperately, throwing his body sideways to hold Sam’s legs down as he thrashed in agony. It was nothing but okay, and Dean wanted to shove the blade into his own gut for the pain he was causing to Sam, but he clung to one thought, repeating it over and over. This is to save Sam. Save Sammy. He was unsure how long it took Sam to still, and Dean wished more than anything that this was over, but surely that had to be the worst part, the rest was just more muscle and tendon and ( ... )
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The sound echoed around them-or maybe it was only in his own ears-and he cursed whoever had decided that the arm needed two bones to function. Panic settled on his chest when Sam didn’t lash out in pain, but only let a yell out. Either it was a testament to Sam’s will to avoid hurting Dean, or it showed just how painful everything else had been when he acted like he only whacked his funny bone.
Sam’s head lolled forward, and Dean scrambled to grab the blade, and in a bought of fury at the tree (at Bela, at the rabbit for letting his foot get taken, at anything) he swung the blade with all his strength at the wound and the bones (that had thankfully broken in a useful place ( ... )
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Well-done!
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