By Magicsunbeam
Email: Hurt Dean
Rated: K+
Disclaimer: Supernatural isn't mine. It and everything in it belongs to lucky old WB.
Summary: Missing scene for Born Under a Bad Sign. My take on what was going through Dean's head after Demon/Sam shoots him.
"Idiot."
Dean barely had time to register the self-reprimand before Sam – or the demon in Sam's clothing – raised the gun, took aim and popped off a single shot. The force of the shot spun Dean, throwing him off balance and over the edge of the dock into the dark.
The pain Dean's brain registered during his fall was nothing compared to what he felt as he hit the icy depths below. As he sank into the water the force of impact flayed his arms out and above him. As they did, white-hot agony engulfed him completely and he cried out only to be silenced as water filled his mouth.
For a few precious of seconds the pain became too much and consciousness began to wane as Dean felt himself being pulled down. As his awareness began to float away, it occurred to him that there could be worse ways of going. Like dying in a fire like his mother had. To have his eyeballs scratched out by Bloody Mary. To have the life sucked out of him by a Striga. Or to be shot, like Sam had begged.
Sam.
Why had Sam asked Dean to shot him? Didn't he know what he was asking of his brother?
Why would he do that?
Suddenly, in a moment of clarity, Dean's confused mind remembered.
The black-eyed demon had Sam.
Blind panic kicked started his need for self-preservation as Dean began to claw his way back up through the murky waters. As he resurfaced, he threw back his head gasping as air burned its way into his lungs making him cough violently. He was alarmed when he felt his senses trying to abandon him once more, however, a moment later he managed to pull his thoughts back into order when he felt his fist connect solidly with wood.
A landing stage.
With all that remained of his strength, Dean kicked and pulled himself clear of the waters icy clutches. Aware that he was about to pass out soon, he struggled and fought until all that remained in the water were the tips of his toes.
Chest heaving, lungs burning and head spinning he finally allowed himself to fold. Almost immediately he felt his body begin to shake. Cold, and no doubt shock was setting in. He knew he should move; knew that if he were to stay there on the boards hypothermia would get him. Hypothermia and blood loss.
Another moment of clarity hit him as he remembered the moment his brother shot him.
Dean shook his head unconsciously, denying the thought.
"Not Sam." He mumbled to himself as his shoulder began to throb mercilessly, reminding him of the bullets position.
Jumbled pictures crowded Dean's head as blackness began to encroach his vision. Sam begging him to shoot him. The look of disbelief on Jo's face when she asked if Sam was possessed. Coal black eyes staring at him as the beast that would be Sam lifted the gun and fired.
"Shit shot." Dean grunted as a shudder went through his body.
Still he hung on to consciousness.
Wait.
Somewhere in his mind he knew the demon would never have missed.
Unless Sam made him.
Dean's mouth curled into an exhausted grin. "Yay, Sammy." He mumbled.
Finally Dean allowed his eyes to close. Decision made by proxy, he would rest here for a little while then he had a brother to find and a demon ass to kick. As he slipped away into the darkness, his head held one comforting thought.
No matter what that demonic son of a bitch did, his Sam was still in there – fighting like a lion.
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