SPN/SV Fic: Broken (1/1)
Title: Broken
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Rated: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Chloe
Prompt: I’m Broken in the un_love_you community.
Word Count: 371
Author's Note: This follows one I posted back in March called Fix Me.
She wakes up as the world is spinning violently around her. The walls, the floor, the ceiling--all of it twirling like a horrible carousel.
"Oh God," she whispers, slamming her eyes shut.
"And sleeping beauty wakes up." The voice from the door is low, familiar and she wonders how much a person has to drink to have such a wonderfully vivid hallucination.
Because apparently that's exactly what she did.
A whimper escapes her involuntarily and she raises her hand to her head in an effort to keep it from falling right off.
"Here. Aspirin." The bed shifts and Chloe wonders if she actually died because no way was it possible that Dean Winchester is actually there with her.
But an arm wraps around her torso, helps her sit up a little, and she is afraid to open her eyes and realize it is just a dream.
She feels fingers at her mouth and reluctantly opens up as dream-Dean places two aspirin on her tongue and tilts a glass of cool water to her lips.
She is glad the water isn't too cold and decides maybe living in a dream is actually better than real life anyway, because it isn't as harsh. She swallows the pills and sighs softly as he helps her lie down once again.
Before he can move away, she reaches out and catches his arm. She feels him hesitate for the briefest of moments, then carefully slide down so he was lying beside her, one arm draped around her. His hand rubs her back gently, absently.
"Are you really here?" she can't help but ask. Her voice is rough, her mouth feels like a dirty, dried up sock even after drinking the water.
"I am," he says, his voice quiet.
"How'd you find me?"
Dean pauses. "You called me, remember? You asked me to come."
Her eyebrows furrow briefly because she has absolutely no recollection of that whatsoever.
"Think you already had a few too many when you called," he tells her.
Well that explains that, she thinks, curling up against him.
"What happened, Chloe?" he whispers, unable to hide the worry in his voice.
It takes her a moment to respond.
"I'm broken," she whispers finally.
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Rated: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Chloe
Prompt: I’m Broken in the un_love_you community.
Word Count: 371
Author's Note: This follows one I posted back in March called Fix Me.
She wakes up as the world is spinning violently around her. The walls, the floor, the ceiling--all of it twirling like a horrible carousel.
"Oh God," she whispers, slamming her eyes shut.
"And sleeping beauty wakes up." The voice from the door is low, familiar and she wonders how much a person has to drink to have such a wonderfully vivid hallucination.
Because apparently that's exactly what she did.
A whimper escapes her involuntarily and she raises her hand to her head in an effort to keep it from falling right off.
"Here. Aspirin." The bed shifts and Chloe wonders if she actually died because no way was it possible that Dean Winchester is actually there with her.
But an arm wraps around her torso, helps her sit up a little, and she is afraid to open her eyes and realize it is just a dream.
She feels fingers at her mouth and reluctantly opens up as dream-Dean places two aspirin on her tongue and tilts a glass of cool water to her lips.
She is glad the water isn't too cold and decides maybe living in a dream is actually better than real life anyway, because it isn't as harsh. She swallows the pills and sighs softly as he helps her lie down once again.
Before he can move away, she reaches out and catches his arm. She feels him hesitate for the briefest of moments, then carefully slide down so he was lying beside her, one arm draped around her. His hand rubs her back gently, absently.
"Are you really here?" she can't help but ask. Her voice is rough, her mouth feels like a dirty, dried up sock even after drinking the water.
"I am," he says, his voice quiet.
"How'd you find me?"
Dean pauses. "You called me, remember? You asked me to come."
Her eyebrows furrow briefly because she has absolutely no recollection of that whatsoever.
"Think you already had a few too many when you called," he tells her.
Well that explains that, she thinks, curling up against him.
"What happened, Chloe?" he whispers, unable to hide the worry in his voice.
It takes her a moment to respond.
"I'm broken," she whispers finally.