Happy birthday Supernaturalbuffy. Sorry it's late but I hope it fits the bill!
Blood trickled down the side of his face, cooling, and tickling his neck before soaking into his shirt collar. His vision was blurring and he couldn't seem to move. He wasn't worried though. He was totally confident that Sam would find him.
Pretty sure… about 98%....maybe 95…
When he woke, he was cold and it was dark.
No Sam then.
His eyes stung, and something that wasn't blood, trickled down his face.
A lamp switched on.
"Dean? You awake?"
"Sam?"
"How're you feeling?"
"P peachy."
"Uh huh. And really?"
"Cold. Head hurts."
Sam produced blankets and pills.
And Dean nearly cried…
