Shatter Every Window

[on_silksheets]

Honestly, the oncoming storm was a bit much in terms of drama. As if stumbling through dark woods running for your life under a full moon wasn't enough, it had to threaten to rain as well

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[giveemhelldean]

[Dean pushes the door closed, pushing a chair against the door, and glancing around for more furniture to block the door, before pulling a shelf that looked like it had seen better days against the door. He took a few moments to catch his breath, wiping the sweat out of his eyes and doing a quick physical check. Fingers still intact? Check. Teeth still there? Check. Not missing heart? Yep.

After a beat, he moved to Bela, setting the on his shoulder down beside her.]

Let me check out that arm.

[giveemhelldean]

I've never been much of the praying type. [Dean gives a 'suit yourself' shrug, before taking a long swig of his flask, and holding it out to Bela.]

[on_silksheets]

"Nor I", she agreed, biting down the edge in her voice until the pain in her arm subsided to a dull throb. She paused, looking at the flask for a moment, and considering a sharp comment on not wanting whatever diseases he was assuredly carrying- but held back somehow. She sighed tired and accepted it, wincing after a sip and handing it back. She'd probably had more refined motor oil.

[giveemhelldean]

[Dean gave her a worried look, noticing the pain she was obviously trying to hide. He scooted closer to her, taking the flask back from her hands and taking another swig as well.]

It ain't the best, but it's cheap.

[Giving her a more serious face]

How you holdin' up?

[on_silksheets]

"Like I just got chased through the woods by a murderous imp on a, literally dark and stormy night and nearly lost a limb?...All and all...could be worse", she admitted, taking a deep breath to calm herself as her body floundered towards the panic that came with sudden and unexpected pain and injury.

She leaned back against the sofa.

[giveemhelldean]

Well.... [Dean pauses, trying to find a good answer, and comes up short.] At least we're still alive, right?

[on_silksheets]

"-cannot believe I let you drag me out here", she murmured, jumping sharply as a gust of wind whipped a branch against the side of the cabin.

[giveemhelldean]

Hey, I didn't drag you anywhere. If I recall, you willingly followed.

[Dean smirked at her jump, resisting the urge to chuckle. It was funny, seeing her so out of her element.]

You okay?

[on_silksheets]

"It's your goddamn case", Bela grumbled, feeling uncharacteristically vulgar, "Not my fault you can't read Old English". At his chuckle, she glared, standing up sharply to pace away from him. The movement jarred her arm and she winced, she really needed to get to a real medical facility.

"Don't enjoy this too much", she snapped, as he clearly reveled in her discomfort.

[giveemhelldean]

Hey, at least I'm not the one with bacon bits for an arm, okay?

[And Dean can't help himself. He starts laughing.]

[on_silksheets]

That's not funny, not at all. She's scared and hurting mind full of thoughts of rabies or infection, scarring she'll spend the rest of her life trying to hide. She doesn't know how to deal with having nothing between her and a bloody death but wooden walls and hope, or how to stay calm half covered in her own blood. This is not her world, not like this, and it's not funny.

"Shut up", she murmurs, low and dark, and a little hurt, turning away from him to watch the front door from a safe distance.

[giveemhelldean]

[Trying to stop chuckling.]

I'm... I'm sorry. It's just like... watching a horror movie and you're the hot female lead that keeps falling down. [He attempts to take a deep breath, still chuckling, but growing serious again.] Look. *touching her arm* I'm gonna keep you safe, alright? Not gonna let anything happen to you. You'll be fine. Understand?

[on_silksheets]

She pulled away from him angrily, "Don' you dare turn me into some damsel in distress", she snarled, "I'm not some wilting flower you need to protect." God, she did not want to be here, she wanted to be anywhere but here with him laughing as she cracked at the seams.

[giveemhelldean]

[Dean reached forward, grabbing her again, meeting her eyes.] You're not a damsel in distress. If you were, I'd have never let you come. You're a friend who needs help. And I'm gonna help you. Got it?

[on_silksheets]

"You didn't let me do anything, and we're not friends", Bela corrected, holding his gaze steadily, green on green, sliding her wrist out of his grasp with a small twist. She didn't like being grabbed. But despite her protestations...she understood. For tonight, at least, they backed away from each others' throats.

[giveemhelldean]

Fine. You know what. You're right. [Dean stands and moves over to the barricade.] Since you hate me oh so much, and are so fiercely independent, I guess you'd rather take your chances against that thing.