So, because I'm on Tumblr now, I decided that I would attempt to do Whumptober this year, and though I got to the game a little late, I'm still doing the first prompts I missed as well. Those will be posted here when I finish them, and the current day's posts will be posted directly to my Tumblr if you want to read them on the day (and will soon be posted here as well)
I have the first three posts going up periodically today to keep everyone busy while waiting for the Season 14 premier so I hope you enjoy the whump (and the h/c too, of course ;)
1. Stabbed
It was a dark night, a desperate chase through the woods. Sam's breaths heaved in his chest as his feet pounded against the ground. Dean was somewhere to his left, trying to cut off the vampire before it could get away.
He saw a flash between two trees in front of him, and veered in that direction, his machete held at the ready.
He saw the vampire. He swung, but at the last minute, it dodged. There was the flash of steel in the night and then a fiery pain went through his core.
Sam gasped, jolting to a halt with faltering steps. He looked down, confused at seeing the blade sticking from his middle. The moonlight illuminated it and the red stain spreading over his shirt.
Sam's knees gave out and a cold chuckle sounded above him as he slumped against the trunk of a tree.
"Your blood smells delicious, Winchester," the vampire sneered, encroaching upon him. "It will be a pleasure to suck you dry."
Another flash of steel, and more blood, but this time the vampire's. It's head fell to one side, as it's body toppled in the other direction, revealing Dean.
"Sam, Sammy." Dean's features were desperate, his hands cradling Sam's head as he fought through the shock. Dean had seen the knife, and was looking for a way to fix this. His brother could fix this, Sam was sure.
"You're okay, it's gonna be fine," Dean rambled, with that familiar false smile on his face.
"D'n," Sam tried, but his tongue was heavy. He reached out a clumsy hand to Dean, trying to clutch at his shirt, but he couldn't make his fingers work. Dean took his hand instead, squeezing it as he eased Sam back.
"You're good, don't talk, you're gonna be okay," Dean assured him, hands suddenly searching his wound and Sam felt a stabbing pain rip through his stomach. He cried out, the pain finally showing up, the shock gone.
"I know, I know, but we gotta keep pressure on this," Dean murmured, free hand fumbling in his pocket for his phone. "Bobby? Yeah, Sammy's hurt, I need help."
His face just barely broke, showing the cracks that were threatening to break through, and then he was back in big brother mode, his face reassuring as he reached out and stroked Sam's hair from his face. "Hey, stay with me, okay? Bobby's gonna be here soon, and we're gonna get you to a hospital. You hear me? Sammy! Stay with me. Come on, little brother."
Sam wanted to, he really did, but every breath he drew made pain rip through him and he could feel his blood seeping out, taking his strength with it. He couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. As much as he didn't want to disappoint Dean, he just couldn't.
"Sammy!" he heard Dean cry as if from far away as he let himself slip into the darkness.
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The next time he woke he was comfortable, and there was no longer moonlight, only the harsh florescent bulbs above him. Sam cringed and shifted on the bed as he tried to take in his surroundings.
Definitely a hospital. It was not uncommon for hunts to end here. It was almost comforting in a way; it meant that they had defeated the monster and they could have a few days of rest.
The other constant was Dean, sitting in the chair by his side, currently slumped so that his head was resting next to Sam's shoulder on the bed, obviously too exhausted to stay awake, but too stubborn to leave. Sam was glad he hadn't, he hated waking up in hospitals alone, and Dean knew that well enough.
"D'n," he tried, but his mouth was dry. He shifted on the bed and winced, letting out a small gasp, as one hand fluttered clumsily to his stomach.
But that was enough for his big brother. Dean's head shot up, eyes wide with worry first, before he saw that Sam was awake, and then the worry began to fade a little from his features.
"Sammy," he sighed in relief, squeezing his shoulder firmly. "God it's good to see you awake."
"How long?" Sam asked groggily.
"You've been out for almost thirty-six hours now." Dean said, that pinch of worry back on his face. "You lost a lot of blood and you had internal injuries. They uh…they said you almost crashed on the table."
Sam swallowed hard, hating to see the worry come back to Dean's eyes, but he would be okay now.
"Didn't really expect a vamp to stab me," Sam said, trying to put a little wry humor into his voice. "More worried about it's teeth."
Dean huffed. "Yeah, well, that's why you can't always trust them to follow the rules." He reached over to the table beside Sam and took up a cup. "Ice chips?"
Sam nodded and allowed Dean to feed him several until his mouth was a little less dry, then he was exhausted, eyes heavy.
Dean squeezed his shoulder again. "Go to sleep, Sammy. I'm not going anywhere."
Sam let out a breath of relief and allowed himself to close his eyes and fall asleep under the protection of his big brother. Eventually, they would have to get back to work, but for now, he would enjoy the rest.
