Another stand alone ficlet written for the 30 snapshots challenge community on LJ. This is #3 of 30 and the prompt was 'Touch'. Waiting on my request to be approved so I'll keep sharing them here in the meantime. Also worth mentioning that I had something entirely different in mind when I started writing this morning. Then the muses took over. I think it turned out okay in the end. lol

The usual disclaimer applies: I don't own the car, the boys or anything to do with the Supernatural show. Just taking them for a little joyride through my imagination.

Hope you enjoy the read!


Touch of Life

The explosion rocked three city blocks and left Dean lying motionless, flat on his back surrounded by the rubble of its wake. He was pretty sure he was dead. He was pretty sure Sam was too, his brother having been two steps behind when the blast sent them skidding across the pavement.

The world had gone silent at a time when his ears ought to have been ringing enough to make him insane. With a numb, weightless body his mind wandered as if they were no longer attached. Not that it mattered. Generally if you couldn't move not being able to feel was a good thing. He was convinced that any minute now a pretty reaper would pop in to say hello and offer him a choice. All he had to do was lie there and wait. No out-of-body experience for Dean Winchester this time, no sirree. He'd learned his lesson the first time.

The sky above was such a clear blue it hurt his eyes to look at it. Must be heaven bound this time. As if summoned by his thoughts the face of an angel suddenly blocked his view; the clear blue sky now in her eyes marred only by a dark shadow of concern. He watched her full lips as they made shapes, presumably forming words that he couldn't quite make out. Small, agile fingers pressed firmly into his neck to find the artery there. The sharp pain those fingers caused was enough to have Dean moaning his discontent. Something was severely messed up, here. People weren't supposed to feel pain when they were dead. "Thank God! You're still alive." Cal's soft lips just barely touched the skin of his forehead, lending to his skin an odd sensation of being sore and tingling at the same time. "What the hell were you thinking?"

One of her small, strong hands gripped his limp one, reminding Dean that he'd landed on that wrist just now. Funnily enough he didn't mind the pain as squeezed lightly to reassure her. "Sam! He's over here." There were sirens now, in the distance, and an odd crackling sound that reminded Dean of campfires and toasting hotdogs on sticks when he'd been a kid. "You scared the hell out of us, Dean." He wanted to tell them it was okay because he was breathing. His hearing was coming back, he could feel again and there was no sign of a reaper; Dean was alive. "…thought you were dead…" Words jumbling together, losing meaning as hands poked, prodded and felt his body, bringing it back to life even as they assessed the damage done. "You need a hospital, I'm going wave down the ambulance." Right. Practicality. Good. Only Dean wasn't letting go of her hand.

"I'm the luckiest guy in the world." He croaked out, relishing the warmth of the skin in the palm of his hand. He'd been brought back to life by a touch. "And don't you forget it Winchester."