A/N Hey there everyone! :) Well, surprise – I'm baaack! :P Though I hafta admit, this wasn't exactly the way I planned it.
I know this is probably so not satisfying but I promise you, there will be more of "Storm" and other stories soon. ;) And thank you all so so so much for the amazing reviews, PMs, ass-kicks, favorites and alerts! You gals rock my world! :)
I wrote this for a really good friend of mine - The Kritty. Honey, you know why! ;) Love ya! 3
Timeline: Stanford-Era
Not beta'ed or anything so all mistakes are mine. I hope it's not too bad. ^^°
Disclaimer: Sadly not mine. If they were, well….. *bfg*
Gimme Shelter
He leaned heavily against the doorframe of a rundown apartment house.
He really hoped his brother was home otherwise… Well, otherwise he'd be screwed.
He still wasn't sure if he'd made the right decision but every other person he knew and trusted was too far away. He'd barely made this one hour trip to Palo Alto, nearly collapsing as he got out of the car.
His right arm was hanging loosely at his side as he weakly pounded against the door. He felt blood seeping coolly through the gauze on his side, staining the waistband of his jeans. A wave of dizziness washed over him, making him lean more heavily against the hard wood.
He knew this building by heart; had spent many hours watching from the safety of the Impala, making sure his baby brother was alright.
The young man exhaled shakily, running his left hand through sweat drenched short brown hair.
He shouldn't have come but he needed help, not just a fucking voicemail answer.
"Who's there?" came a cautious, but oh, so familiar voice from behind the door.
Thank god.
"It's me, little brother." He shifted his weight, leaning more heavily against the doorframe; his left hand wiping sweat away from his brow.
"What the…?" The door got yanked open, revealing a tall figure against the warm light of the room.
"Surprise…" The older hunter tried to smirk but adrenaline was fading and his legs gave away.
He'd have collapsed to the floor if strong arms hadn't broken his fall.
"Jesus Christ, what happened?!" Worry and fear were bleeding into the words, each emotion fighting to get the upper hand. "Come on, man, you with me?"
Huge green-brown eyes were staring at him, too long bangs falling into his face, partly hiding the familiar puppy-dog-look.
"You seriously need a haircut, Florence."
Dimples flashed for a second as a smile briefly washed away the terrified look on the younger man's face. "Not gonna happen. Shit, man, you're bleeding."
Glassy green eyes blinked sluggishly, dizziness and exhaustion were eating away his strength, turning his legs into jell-o.
"Let's get you inside, away from the door."
He felt his brother taking most of his weight as he stumbled along into the room and to the couch.
He groaned when he was eased down onto the worn-down sofa, his face paling even further as waves of pain raced through him.
"What happened? Where is Dad?" The first tendrils of anger crawled into the younger hunter's voice. "Crap," he cursed when his fingers found the blood-stained bandage on the older man's left side; another bloody badge close to his right shoulder. "What did this to you?"