DISCLAIMER: - Last time we checked, no tree in our gardens produces money, so we still don't own Supernatural, Kripke does. We have just borrowed his lovely characters to play for a brief while. This is our first endeavor to write our very own fanfiction, so, folks, be gentle on us. Read and review. Constructive criticism is welcome.
Beep Beep…Beep Beep...Beep Beep...
Dean's heart monitor called out in a steady staccato rhythm.
I couldn't believe that Dean Winchester was consciously, voluntarily lying on the pristine white hospital bed without knocking away the jumble of machines around him, in a desperate attempt to escape the premises and hunt down the next evil thing he could get his hands on, bless its wicked soul.
Dean was a sore sight. With his sickly pallor and broken eyes, he was difficult to even look at. Tubes were hooked to his limp arms and throat. The heart monitor's recurrent report was the only thing that suggested that he was still alive. And, that he was staring into an unknown oblivion, his gaze transcending the barren whiteness of the room.
It was as if Dean was imprisoned in his shattered body and his helpless shrieks were manifested in the incessant, unchanging, mechanical call of the damned monitor.
I left the room.