A/N: Happy birthday Enkidu07! E/O challenge code word: Nausea or forms thereof. Also threw in some fave Hurt!Dean images for Enkidu07. Enjoy!
Also I own nothing save a peanut butter mill on Isola Tiberina. But if I did………
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Jagged tear in his shirt, in the tender flesh above his hip. Trickles blood. Stings.
Braces himself, one hand against the wall near a rack of baseball gloves.
The other holds bruised ribs. Hard to breathe. Hurts.
Wants to shout.
Barely whispers: "Sam?"
Stumbles over the shrapnel of their latest coup. Skis, skateboards, bats, rackets, balls. So many balls.
Lightheaded he crashes down jarring the climbing pick embedded in his shoulder. Blood pours, bones grind. Agony, exquisite and nauseating. It steals what little breath he has.
The floor shifts.
Noise from behind.
Fear inside.
Pain everywhere.
He turns.
"Dean!"
Darkness.
