A/N: And here is my first foray into writing for the Supernaturalverse. I would like to offer a shy, humble thanks to all the players of the E/O challenge (either play it or read/review it cause it's marvelous stuff) whose amazing stories made me want to join the mad fun over here *sends large batch of virtual brownies* Anyway, enjoy some bloodloss!Dean on me. My master plan is to continue with three to four parts, with updates in very short order.
A/N 2: It is an epic tragedy, but alas, I do not own any of the brilliant characters you recognize...just borrowing so I can batter them a bit...
Almost there, almost there. Sam chanted desperately.
He tried to quicken his pace, impeded by Dean's unconscious dead weight. Ten paces away, the door suddenly flew open. Bobby appeared and immediately availed himself upon the bloody pair.
"Dammit! What happened, boy?"
"South corner," Sam answered breathlessly, "we were down planting the last bag when the thing sent stuff flying...It's bad."
He shifted to allow Bobby to help him carry his brother's limp form into the house. Sam's eyes flashed to the gravel underfoot, where, in the few moments they'd halted, a small pool of blood had already dripped down from Dean's form.
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