Title: Waiting (SPN Fic)
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lostandalone22Title: Waiting
Prompt: Miles from Anywhere for [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Fandom/Pairing: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Sam's injured and alone in the middle of the woods
He had a test in Geography on Monday. Dean had left a pile of clothes for him to wash back at the hotel. Krystal, the girl who sat in front of him in Freshman Lit, smelled like coconuts and spring dew. Sam half-laid half-sat on the ground and tried to think of anything, pleasant or unpleasant, to get his mind off of his current predicament. It was even more pleasant to think back to the boys in Dean's class who had shoved him into a trash can in the boys locker room last week than it was to think about how the nearest hospital was at least a forty minute drive from these woods, that there was something in these woods that they were hunting, and neither his dad nor Dean had apparently heard him scream when he first fell.
“Dean?” Sam cried out again, starting to get scared as the air got cooler and the sun went behind the horizon. He knew he was hurt bad and he was pretty sure blood was coming from somewhere in his legs and at least one of his arms. Every time the wind blew, he could feel it move against his injuries, and he shuttered against it. He was pretty sure his leg was broken.
His first instinct after being thrown several yards down a sharp incline by something that he had tripped over was to try to stand up. Dean and his dad needed him to back them up and he couldn't do that laying there on the ground. When yelling hadn't gotten their attention, he had shifted towards the nearest tree, attempting to drag himself up with assistance from the tree. As soon as he put pressure on his leg, he realized his mistake. His leg gave out on him, making a loud snapping sound, and he fell back to the ground, his vision going gray and he heard himself screaming “DEAN!” through the haze.
Now, he was curling around the tree for protection and some small amount of comfort. It felt like he had been laying there for hours, although his rational mind reasoned that it had probably only been close to half an hour, and he was allowing the pain to lull him into a shock-induced daze.
It took him a few moments to realize that there were hands on him, checking over his legs and arms to see where he was injured. He screamed in pain as those hands brushed over the part of the leg that wouldn't support his weight. He moved to push the hands away, opening his eyes wide in discontent, when he felt another pair of hands grab onto his own and pull him onto a strong chest.
“It's okay, Sammy. Let Bobby look at your legs,” Dean soothed, but Sam couldn't keep himself from whining as his friend continued applying pressure.
“Is it both legs, Sam?” Bobby asked, trying to get him to stay with them.
Sam nodded, for the first time realizing that there was also a dull ache in the other leg. “It would help to see what's wrong if you take off his shoes,” Dean suggested, moving towards his brother's ankles as if to do it himself.
Bobby glared at him for a moment before saying, “No, you idjit! That'll do him a lot more damage than if we wait for someone who actually knows what they're doing to take his shoes off.”
“Where's Dad?” Sam asked into Dean's chest, wondering why it was taking so long for them to get him out of here.
“He's getting the truck, Sammy. He'll be here in a little bit,” Dean soothed, biting his lip and wondering if Sam had a head injury to add to his legs and the cut that Dean was covering with his arm over Sam's chest.
Dean looked at Bobby, worried. “How long do you think it's gonna take to get to a hospital, Bobby?”
Bobby scoffed and rolled his eyes. “The way your daddy drives? The nearest hospital is about fifty miles away. Should take us about twenty minutes.”
Dean nodded his head, kissed the top of his brother's head, and then curled his neck over Sammy's head, trying to block out the whining sounds that Sam wouldn't stop making. It was just there luck that they were way out here in the middle of nowhere when Sam got hurt this bad.
Prompt: Miles from Anywhere for [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Fandom/Pairing: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Sam's injured and alone in the middle of the woods
He had a test in Geography on Monday. Dean had left a pile of clothes for him to wash back at the hotel. Krystal, the girl who sat in front of him in Freshman Lit, smelled like coconuts and spring dew. Sam half-laid half-sat on the ground and tried to think of anything, pleasant or unpleasant, to get his mind off of his current predicament. It was even more pleasant to think back to the boys in Dean's class who had shoved him into a trash can in the boys locker room last week than it was to think about how the nearest hospital was at least a forty minute drive from these woods, that there was something in these woods that they were hunting, and neither his dad nor Dean had apparently heard him scream when he first fell.
“Dean?” Sam cried out again, starting to get scared as the air got cooler and the sun went behind the horizon. He knew he was hurt bad and he was pretty sure blood was coming from somewhere in his legs and at least one of his arms. Every time the wind blew, he could feel it move against his injuries, and he shuttered against it. He was pretty sure his leg was broken.
His first instinct after being thrown several yards down a sharp incline by something that he had tripped over was to try to stand up. Dean and his dad needed him to back them up and he couldn't do that laying there on the ground. When yelling hadn't gotten their attention, he had shifted towards the nearest tree, attempting to drag himself up with assistance from the tree. As soon as he put pressure on his leg, he realized his mistake. His leg gave out on him, making a loud snapping sound, and he fell back to the ground, his vision going gray and he heard himself screaming “DEAN!” through the haze.
Now, he was curling around the tree for protection and some small amount of comfort. It felt like he had been laying there for hours, although his rational mind reasoned that it had probably only been close to half an hour, and he was allowing the pain to lull him into a shock-induced daze.
It took him a few moments to realize that there were hands on him, checking over his legs and arms to see where he was injured. He screamed in pain as those hands brushed over the part of the leg that wouldn't support his weight. He moved to push the hands away, opening his eyes wide in discontent, when he felt another pair of hands grab onto his own and pull him onto a strong chest.
“It's okay, Sammy. Let Bobby look at your legs,” Dean soothed, but Sam couldn't keep himself from whining as his friend continued applying pressure.
“Is it both legs, Sam?” Bobby asked, trying to get him to stay with them.
Sam nodded, for the first time realizing that there was also a dull ache in the other leg. “It would help to see what's wrong if you take off his shoes,” Dean suggested, moving towards his brother's ankles as if to do it himself.
Bobby glared at him for a moment before saying, “No, you idjit! That'll do him a lot more damage than if we wait for someone who actually knows what they're doing to take his shoes off.”
“Where's Dad?” Sam asked into Dean's chest, wondering why it was taking so long for them to get him out of here.
“He's getting the truck, Sammy. He'll be here in a little bit,” Dean soothed, biting his lip and wondering if Sam had a head injury to add to his legs and the cut that Dean was covering with his arm over Sam's chest.
Dean looked at Bobby, worried. “How long do you think it's gonna take to get to a hospital, Bobby?”
Bobby scoffed and rolled his eyes. “The way your daddy drives? The nearest hospital is about fifty miles away. Should take us about twenty minutes.”
Dean nodded his head, kissed the top of his brother's head, and then curled his neck over Sammy's head, trying to block out the whining sounds that Sam wouldn't stop making. It was just there luck that they were way out here in the middle of nowhere when Sam got hurt this bad.
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Date: 2010-11-02 07:40 am (UTC)*Swallows hard*
And ouch! Poor Sam!
*hugs you tight*
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Date: 2010-11-07 12:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-02 11:01 pm (UTC)Poor Sammy all injured like that!
I love how Bobby is in this story! <3
Gosh I wish John was alive too!
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Date: 2010-11-07 12:03 am (UTC)Sammy's always best when he's injured.
Bobby's always like that.
So do I; in this story, they're teenagers, though, so he is.
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Date: 2010-11-11 02:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-12 02:47 am (UTC)Well, you know how much I love torturing him. And I needed to do this one.
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Date: 2010-11-15 10:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-21 02:49 am (UTC)Bobby and Dean are always awesome.