Good Little Solider
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Supernatural doesn't belong to me.
Pre-series: Sam is 11, Dean is 15. Just a small story I came up with a while ago. It will only be two chapters long.
The explosion took them all by surprise. John's yelled warning was the only thing that allowed Dean to get his body in front of Sammy's to shield him from flying debris. Dean was quick enough to save Sam from the debris, but he could do nothing to stop the shock wave which slammed into him forcing him and Sam to the ground. Wood and metal rain down on them as blood rushed through Dean's ears drowning out sound. He could feel Sam shifting under him. They had landed awkwardly Dean's body was twisted, his legs facing upwards, but his chest downwards, his arms thrown over Sam protectively.
It was strange how the world went silent after such a destructive noise. A constant ringing was all Dean could hear as the ash settled around them. Tingling raced through his body as he slowly eased himself off Sam. Looking down at his tiny brother Dean notice his face was screwed up in pain. A muffle sound penetrated the constant ring in Dean's ears. Pushing himself further off his brother Dean noticed how Sam's left arm was twisted under his body. As his weight left Sam body his brother pulled his arm out and pressed it to his body. The muffle sounds were back louder this time, but still not clear. Shit, thought Dean, Sammy's arm looks broken. I did this.
"DEAN!" His Dad's voice broke through the ringing, but it was muted. Dean felt his father hands turning him. "Dean, are you okay?" Dean found himself facing his Dad and he could only think of one thing. "Sam."
Dean quickly moved out of the way allowing his Dad access to Sammy. As he did, he felt a flash of pain from his side. Pushing that to the side he focused on his Dad and Sam. "Hey Sammy, look at me." John was focus on Sam, running his hands over him looking for injuries. "Shit, his arm broken. Okay Sam we're going to have to get you up and into the car."
I did this. Dean thought. If I had got to him sooner or protected him better when we fell?
"DEAN! Are you with me? You need to get in the car now!"John jolted him back to the present and he realised he had sat on the ground while his Dad had got Sam up and moving toward the car.
"Yes sir, I'm coming." Dean felt shamed that he had zoned out while Sam was injured. His Dad and Sam continue slowly toward the car, John's arm around Sam supporting him. As Dean went to push himself off the ground white-hot pain erupted from his side. He only just managed to bite off a cry. Reaching down Dean's hand ghost over a large piece of metal sticking out of his side just above his hip. He couldn't worry about this now. Sam was hurt, he had to help Sam. Gritting his teeth, Dean lever himself off the ground. A nearby tree saved him from collapsing straight back to the ground. Counting to three, he prepared himself to follow his Dad and brother. It was slow at first. Every movement of his leg cause fresh pain to shoot through his side. Remarkably the metal shard was stopping the wound from gushing blood. So only a small blood stain had appeared which was easily hidden by the jacket. Dean wasn't trying to hide the wound from his Dad; he was just waiting until Sammy was treated. Sammy came first. Once, Sam had been to the hospital and had that arm set, than Dean would tell John so he could stitch him up.
When he reach the Impala John had already buckled Sam in to the front seat. Dean was silently grateful not to have to sit in the front with his father eyes on him. He also did not know how he was even going get into the car, walking over was hard enough and that was with him keeping his hip as straight as possible. Sucking in a deep Dean ready himself to get into the car before his Dad told him too. He decided to do it quick, like taking off a band-aid. In one motion he opened the back door and slid into the back. Even though he tried to keep his leg as straight as possible as soon he bent at the waist to get into the car the piece of metal dug deeper into him. Dean's vision faded black as a wave of pain hit him. The only thing that kept him up right was the fact that this wasn't the first time he had slid into this car injured. As his vision returned Dean found himself white knuckling the back seat. Somehow he hadn't made a sound so his Dad, who was still fusing over Sam in the front, hadn't noticed he was in pain. John finished off tying Sam broken arm to his body so it wouldn't get jolted too much in the car ride. Once done John quickly jumped into the car and sped off toward the hospital. Dean remained silent in the back just trying to focus on not passing out.
