A scraping sound reached Sam's awareness before his mind began to sort things out. At first he just accepted the noise, his mind letting the repetitive sound float to the back of his consciousness for a few more seconds before his eyes decided to slide open, revealing a blur of colors he didn't bother trying to focus on. Slowly he started to organize his thoughts.
Seems to be bright outside, so not in a motel. Ok, why are we not in the motel?
The blurry shapes and colors started to sharpen and what had been a large brown smudge to his left formed into clumps of broken soil and rocks. The hazy brown and blue patches sharpened into the tops of bare trees and a clear sky to his right. He was lying on his stomach in the dirt, his left cheek indented with uneven pebbles making him want to reposition his face where it lay squished to the ground.
Blinking rapidly, Sam's memory began to catch up with the rest of his senses.
Hunt.
Landslide.
Dean.
… Dean… Dean!
TBC...
And so begins another fanfiction. Please review if you like it or if you feel like motivating me. I'll try to update quickly since these chapters are short.