Warning: Heavy whumpage of our dear little Sammy...and worried/protective big brother Dean.
Disclaimer: Neither the boys nor Supernatural are mine...Kripke owns all my favorite playthings, Damn him...
While the Lights Were Out…
Prologue
He heard the porch door swing open, then slam home against the frame. The wind howled, the coming storm making its presence known…
He tried to ignore the sound…after all…he'd heard worse…so much worse…his meandering thoughts snapped off when the door slammed home against the wood again…He picked up a pillow and tossed it blindly in the general direction of his brother's sleeping form…
"Sammy…fix the door, would yah…" he grumbled as he rolled over and shoved his head under the remaining pillow. The door slammed shut again…He growled out in anger as he snapped up in bed and blindly attacked the lamp. At last he found the switch and turned it on, all the while bellowing grumpily at his little brother…
"Dammit Sam!!! Why couldn't you do as I asked!!!" he turned to face his brother's bed…it was soaked in blood and Sam was nowhere to be seen…
"Sammy!!!!!!! Sam!!!! Where are you!!!!" Dean bellowed, as he grabbed the demon-slaying knife…As he rounded the edge of his brother's bed, he saw a trail of bloody smears crossing the carpet and leading out into the brooding darkness…2 blood-drenched handprints shown clearly on the dirty, formerly white trim of the door…They appeared to be gripping the edge, then, there was a harsh splatter of blood splayed across the screen…
The crimson trail of vital fluid continued out into the howling, moonless night… "Sammy!!!!!!!!!!" he rasped harshly into the chill night air, but there was no one to answer his anguished cry…