I Will Rescue You
E/O Challenge – Over
Disclaimer: Just for fun, not mine, just playing
Happy Birthday bhoney !!
"Du..dude…m..… o..o..over." Dean chattered.
Sam smiled at the back of his brother's head, his arms wrapped tightly around Dean. "Those are your first understandable words in an hour. What were you thinking running out on the ice like that?"
"Lil'….girl….on the..ice." The violent shivering seemed to be lessening.
"It was a spirit, you moron." Sam rubbed his hands up and down Dean's bare arms, trying to create a little friction heat.
"You're….a…..moron." Dean coughed.
Sam closed his eyes and could see the image of his brother jumping out of the barely stopped Impala and racing onto the ice, then breaking through and sinking like a stone. Sam grabbed a rope and ax from the trunk, all the while counting the seconds and knowing the river's current probably had pulled his brother downstream. Upon reaching the river's edge there was a great explosion of ice and water. Dean's body emerged from the water, floating through the air as if being carried by an invisible rescuer. After Dean was gently placed on the snow covered ground, a little girl materialized before Sam. "He tried to rescue me. For that he was saved." Then she disappeared.
Sam honestly couldn't remember exactly what happened next. He moved on adrenaline and instinct, somehow managing to get his unconscious and frozen brother back to the dingy motel. He had cranked the heat, stripped Dean of his frozen clothes and covered him with every blanket in the room. Knowing Dean needed every bit of warmth possible Sam stripped and crawled under the covers, wrapping himself around his brother like a giant electric blanket. That had been over an hour ago.
"Sam?" Dean was now only slightly trembling.
Sam slid out from under the covers and walked around the bed to face his brother. Dean's lips still had a slight blue tinge and Sam could have counted every freckle on Dean's pale skin. "Yeah, bro?"
"You could of…at least…bought me dinner…before getting me in the sack."
"Right," Sam smiled while rummaging around in the first aid bag for the thermometer and some cold medication, "because nothing turns me on like a girl with five o'clock shadow."
Dean leaned on his elbow long enough to swallow the meds. Before drifting back off to unconsciousness Sam heard a quiet "thanks…bitch."
Sam settled on the bed still next to his brother and flipped open his laptop to research the little girl ghost of the river. He gently placed his hand on his brother's blanket covered shoulder, "No problem, jerk."
The end.