AN: I've been trying to write this story for ages now, had a lot written on it but I just couldn't keep it moving so I thought what if I do it as a series of shorts, would that make it any easier. I think it will, so here's the first part. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural

Through the Darkness

All he could see was a sheet of glaring white, it burned even after Dean had clamped his eyes shut. He was hardly aware of anything beyond the pain in the roar in his ears, he couldn't tell if he was sitting, standing, or lying down. Dean thought he had been standing in the basement of an abandoned warehouse, but all he knew was darkness.

"Dean!" Sam's voice broke through the haze, and he could feel his brother's hand pressed tightly to his forehead.

"What the hell happened?" the older Winchester coughed, realizing now that he was lying down on the cold concrete.

"Umm...It exploded," Sam said, sounding incredulous.

"It exploded," Dean repeated blinking his eyes, trying to clear the darkness, "I didn't know they could do that, are you alright?"

He heard Sam chuckle, "I'm fine, you shielded me. As always," he added sarcastically.

Dean smirked, but winced when he made to sit up his head pounding, "Did the explosion kill the lights?" he asked trying to look through the darkness.

"No," Sam spoke tone concerned.

The hunter pushed himself up to a sitting position, his sudden movement pushing Sam away; and as he strained to see the room Dean could feel warm blood begin trailing down the side of his face. "I can't see..." he said stunned.

Sam didn't waist a second, "C'mon we need to get you to the hospital," his arm snaked around Dean's back reading to help his brother up.

"What's the point?" Dean barked angrily, making no effort to help his brother.

"Dean you have a concussion," Sam attempted to reason.

"I'm blind," he stated again angrily, his mind unwilling to truly process what that meant; but he was more than willing to get angry about it.

"It might not be permanent, have you considered that?"

No he hadn't, he'd only just realized that he couldn't see, and sight was a sense he'd always made the most of.

"Hold this to your head," Sam said pressing a piece of material into Dean's right hand, before guiding his hand to what felt like a gash running along his temple.

Dean tried to get to his feet with as little help from Sam as possible, but he couldn't seem to find his balance. And before long Dean's left arm was over Sam's shoulder, his brother helping to guide him to the exit.

He didn't want the silence, didn't want to consider just how fucked up his life would be now that he was blind. But at the same time he didn't want the conversation, didn't want to hear hollow reassurances from his younger brother that everything would be fine. It was a no win situation, the only thing he could do, for the ride to the hospital was loose himself in his music, despite his pounding head.

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Morganeth Taren'drel