"Rescue is taking its Sweet Time Coming"
Author: Beautiful Alice
Summary: Dean's thoughts as he's tied up and waiting for rescue because he's too beat up to help himself.
Word Count: 350
Rated: T (just to be on the safe side)
Fandom: Supernatural
Notes: No spoilers, promise! ;)
He breaths and knows that his time is limited if help doesn't get here soon.
His wrists are tied, his eyes are blindfolded, and he feels cold and angry and hurt running across his body. He knows that there is little time to think thoughts, when he should be trying to break free from the binds that keep him still.
He thinks for a bit that rescue is certainly taking its sweet time coming, and quickly changes his thoughts to something else that seems more important. He can't afford hope right now, after all. Not when things look so bleak.
He swallows, but his mouth is dry, and he wishes desperately for some water. He wants, more than anything, to be able to get help out of this mess.
Shifting his position, he discovers that his legs have fallen asleep and he knows he will hate it when they "wake up" later and do their little tingly-all-over feeling.
He would kill for some food right now, as his stomach growls in protest.
He hasn't eaten in…three days? Four?
Trembling from exhaustion, pain, and probably shock from that head wound, he tries to hang on as he begins to fall back into the land of darkness.
He needs to hang on…
There is a sudden, loud, bang and then-
"Hang on, Dean, I've got you. You're safe," Sam's voice. Warm, welcoming, friend, and more than he could have ever hoped to have heard in those last miserable hours.
Struggling to hold back tears of relief, he simply keeps his eyes open as the blindfold is removed.
His last image before he passes out again is Castiel holding him and Sam looking anxiously down at him.
End.