Disclaimer: If this is on Fanfiction, then I obviously do not own the Winchester boys. Hence the Fan and Fiction. Durh.
A/N: This randomly came to me like... at three in the morning last night and took like half an hour. Yup. Why do some of us feel the need to see Dean in pain?
He staggered.
Damn it, he's should be running! But he can't. It's one of those days where it hurts too much.
Too much. Too much. Too much.
A name croaks from his dry throat: "Sammy…!"
Just a day where it's too quiet to hear. It just bounced back into his ears.
Hell, where was he? The hunt went somewhat wrong, sure, but did Sam really leave like he said? It was out of their league, at least a little. Sam gave up. He didn't. He kept going, even though his brother left.
It was just one of those days where there was a damn freakin' horde of vampires. No biggie, right? He managed to take care of them, albeit the help of this one female hunter who disappeared when the last was slain.
Regardless of the help, he was still stuck between the ribs with a knife, still poisoned by the substance on the blade. He was still alone.
Alone.
The word bit into him, slowly muddling his thoughts even more. Alone. His partner, brother, had left him. It was one of those days where they had fought, where he didn't care. He was stubborn. But now he wishes it never happened.
It was one of those days where he was flippin' poisoned and alone in the middle of a forest with a knife wound in his side.
Damn this sucks.
Crack.
He tripped over the tree root, fell, rolled. Pain pierced him everywhere, like little thunder strikes hitting him again and again mixed with a longing, slow draining feeling. His energy being sapped.
He landed with a heavy thump against a jutting rock – luckily on the blunt side. His eyes snapped shut as he subconsciously curled around himself, pressing his hands into his bloodied side, cursing amongst groaning in agony. Just one of those days where you want to die.
His head was killing him. His side hurt like a bitch. And he felt weak… and so damn cold.
"S'mmy…" he panted, almost silently, "M'sorry…"
Everything pulsed in a haze. He heard a crunch of leaves from afar. He tensed, hazel eyes flashing open slightly before squeezing shut again. Just a day when poison muffled everything.
More vampires? Damn. It was one of the days where he was in no shape to fight a squirrel, much less another freakin' vampire.
Just as he was about to fade into that calming, pitch darkness, he heard a frantic voice.
"…Dean!"
And through all that frantic, desperate ache, he smiled ever-so-slightly, just before giving in.
His brother hadn't really left.
He wasn't alone.
It was one of those days where Dean Winchester was glad his baby brother didn't abandon him.
A/N: Should I continue? I dunno. There's probably tons of mistakes in this, but I don't care... Review? Please?
(10/25/12) Ok, well... I know people want me to continue this, but I've been busy lately and well... kinda out of it. Don't worry, someday I will continue this. I swear it by the Winchester boys that someday I will pick this up when Inspiration returns from her coffee break!