Dean lay inert; temporarily stunned by the explosion, and thickly shrouded in debris.
Waking, he instinctively breathed in, but that just filled his lungs with stifling, choking dust and he lapsed into a paroxysm of coughing.
Not good. He thought.
He could see nothing. His watering eyes were filled with grit, painfully scratching his corneas every time he blinked, which was often.
Also not good.
He tried rolling onto his side but was stopped by sharp pain from a jagged splinter embedded in his thigh.
C'mon! Gimme a break!
"Dean!"
Okay better.
"Hey Sammy." He rasped before passing out cold.
