Warnings: This story has adult content . Rated for swearing as well. It started as a angst Dean/ Sam story but developed into a love story then Wincest. If you don't like please, don't read. Not a death fiction.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Supernatural related. All towns and other people are made up any similarity is purely coincidental. Medical terms are researched but it's recommended that people learn first aid themselves.
Setting: Six months after John dies Season 2.
Ch 1 Batman
"Ah, You Bitch" yelled Dean as he jumped the pile of rubble on the third floor of the abandoned Children's home.
As his right leg came down to take force of his leap, he fired the sawn-off shotgun with his right hand, his left arm out wide for balance. Bulls-eye! The Harpy went down with an ear shattering screech. Then Dean landed heavily on his right foot and the floor gave out with a crack, his foot disappearing into the floor.
"Uh" he grunted as he fell forward with momentum and slammed his left foot down to stop him falling any faster.
His left foot however slid forward on the ancient slimy floor and pushed his right leg deeper into the hole, until his knee hyper flexed and he screamed as his knee banged painfully out of joint. Deans left leg finally stopped sliding and he pulled the shotgun up to put another round into yet another Harpy. Grateful for the full moon and a roof with holes as big as small cars, Dean kept the gun up ensuring the area was clear before pulling his Taurus Model 92 9mm out of the waistband of his jeans.
Still holding the 9mm in his left hand and a watchful lookout for more crazy Harpies, Dean grabbed shotgun shells from his jacket pocket and quickly had the weapon reloaded. Feeling his current position was tactically unsound, and must look bloody ridiculous as well, he leaned on the sawn offs stock with the muzzle on a part of the floor that hopefully wouldn't collapse on him and maneuvered his leg slowly out of the hole. It felt pretty weak and Dean saw the huge rip in his pants just under his knee that went almost to the back of his pants. Blood was already holding the fabric to his shin all the way down his leg to his foot.
'That's gonna hurt later,' he thought.
Dean slipped the 9mm back into his jeans waistband, still keeping his head up for oncoming trouble, swapped the sawn-off to his left and pulled his right hand into a tight fist, drew in a big breath then blew it out.
"Hell this might hurt a bit now," he said to himself, before he slammed the heel of his fist into his right patella.
"FUCK! "He yelled at the pain he had just caused himself. And the knee was still out; he could feel it, that and a load of bile at the back of his throat. Dean had never had a dislocated knee before, shoulder, fingers all sorts of things but never a knee. This could be bad in the middle of a hunt. He had to get back to Sam as quick as possible. He could hear the sound of weapon fire from the room behind him where he had chased the Harpy from. Dean reversed the shotgun holding it now by the barrel and the receiver and, without giving himself time to think, belted his poor patella with the end of the stock. Dean screamed as it banged back in and out came the waiting bile, Dean vomiting violently onto the floor.
"Ah god, that hurt you BITCH." He ground out and stood up fully to test his weight on the leg. Not to bad, probably should stay off it for a day or so but what the hell.
Dean limped painfully back the way he came, getting faster as he got closer to where he left Sam. As he entered the room he took in his brothers form, on his knees bent over his shotgun, but the weapon was breached and Sam was scrambling on the floor for lose shells. Dean's blood ran cold as a victorious scream assaulted the air. One of the Harpies was closing in on Sam, a large arm bent back and fist squeezed firmly closed. Deans protective instinct took over and he increased his pace to a dead run in only two seconds, trying to do the impossible, get between Sam and the Harpy .
His right leg screamed in protest and he was vaguely aware of fresh blood running down his shin, but he buried it deep grinding his teeth and leapt in front of Sam, leaving the ground just as the Harpy struck. The next couple of seconds were a blurring rush as he was pushed over Sam with a gush of wind and pain to his left side. Then the pain on his left was forgotten as his right side hit a sandstone column. He felt winded from both sides and was barley able to hold onto the weapon in his right hand. Then downward momentum took over, because he had been in the air when the Harpy had struck him, he was a few feet off the ground when he hit the column. Dean landed heavily in the rubble on the floor. His head had flopped forward from being winded and hit the ground first, smacking savagely high on his forehead on a brick before his chest hit hard. Dark sports danced in front of his eyes and he blinked them away rising from the ground as he did. Dean was grateful when his hunting instincts took over and he was firing on two Harpies as he was still struggling for breath.
Sam was now back in action and there were two guns firing for a few seconds then silence.
"You good?" wheezed Dean to his brother as they both scanned the room.
"Yeah, now, "said Sam evenly",that bitch just stunned me for a second that's all. But then I had friggin Superman leap in to save me "
"Ha Ha, funny, Sammy. And its Batman, you know that." Dean panted and shook his head to clear the fog that was now threatening to creep in the edges of his vision.
"Damn, bad move."
The Harpy must have spat something on him, because the right side of his face felt wet, like he was just out of the shower.
As Dean blinked his eyes to clear his vision he caught a flick of a wing pass the large broken window to his right and pulled his shotgun around fast, but the Harpy wasn't coming in she was flying past. Dean moved toward the window as fast as his still screaming head and chest would let him and saw the Harpy dive into a pile over overgrown shrubs and weeds at the rear of the dilapidated building.
"I think I just found the nest "he said as Sam joined him at the window.
Sam looked down just in time to see the moonlit brush murmur and the Harpies feet disappear in the shrubs."All right," he said ", lets finish this" he flicked his eyes to Deans face quickly then took a step away from Dean toward the duffle bags on the floor.
Dean moved to follow Sam but was stopped abruptly by Sam's large hand on his chest.
"Ow." said Dean. "What the hell Sam?' he looked up to his brother's face, who was looking at him intently.
"You're bleeding" said Sam softly.
"I know. I'm fine." said Dean, looking down and seeing bloody boot tracks on the floor leading to where he now stood.
He bent his neck slightly to see blood dripping lazily off his right boot, his shin now completely dark with blood. Then he started as he felt Sam's hand grab him by the right jaw and tilt his head into the moonlight spiling from the window. Dean quickly looked up to see Sam's eyes wide and assessing his forehead. "How can you see?" said Sam with concern.
"What?" said Dean confused.
"Your eye has blood in it."
"Oh, I thought it was Harpy spit or somethin,' "he said trying to put Sam's mind at ease.
"No, Dean, it's from a huge gash in your head." Sam was now sounding worried and refusing to let go of Dean's face.
"Its okay. I can barely feel it." Dean said shrugging Sam's hand off.
It was not a lie, he could barely feel it, what with the now splitting headache, the tight, bruised chest and the screaming knee it felt like a tiny cut.
Dean moved away from Sam toward the duffle bags as he heard Sam mumble something about macho shit. They covered each other as they slung the bags over their shoulders and stood together to reload the weapons.
"Did we get the Queen, do you think?" said Dean as they finished reloading.
"I hope so, but knowing our luckā¦.." said Sam "how many did you get?"
"Eleven," said Dean without pause knowing his count was accurate, it was something he had learned a long time ago - always count the kills.
"Well I hit six, so we should be just about done."
"Wow eighteen is a bit nest, dude." Said Dean. "You think Bobby could have tracked a nest that big on his own."
They moved towards a rotting stairwell at the back of the building covering each other with the shotguns as they moved with military like precision.
"Yeah, but with so many they confused the trail by attacking so many different towns making them harder to track."
"Yeah well, never known a harpy I couldn't track, "said Dean, feeling slightly better now that he had some of his wind back.
"Come on ,Dean. Even we took three days to track them down."
"Well, they're toast now," said Dean.
The boys headed slowly down the stairwell, taking care on the rotting wood on the stairs and when they passed under holes in the roof.
They were a third of the way down the second flight when a loud screech came from above Sam who was higher up the stairs behind Dean. Both boys spun and brought their weapons up to see the biggest Harpy they had seen that night. She was much taller and muscular than the others. Sam and Dean both fired at the Harpy who had flown very fast straight at Sam. Sam's shot seemed to miss and Deans shot seemed to bounce off one of the large silvery wings. The Harpy grabbed at Sam's left arm but Dean couldn't fire again knowing he could hit his brother.
'Damn, I think we just pissed her off.' Thought Dean wildly, scrambling up the rotten stairs toward his brother.
Suddenly Sam was being lifted back up the stairs then his feet coming off the ground as the Harpies claws dug into his left arm.
Deans heart leaped into his throat and he yelled."Let go of my brother." Before grabbing Sam by the waistband of his jeans with one hand as he was being lifted up.
The sudden extra weight and Sam hitting at the Harpy with his shotgun made the Harpy struggle and her grip slipped. Sam went crashing backwards into Dean who in turn fell backwards onto his right leg. The leg now taking Sam's weight and his own found it too much and clunked painfully back out of joint. Dean grunted with pain and tried to regain his balance with his left foot but it was too late they were going down. They fell down the rest of the stairs, crashing into an untidy puddle at the bottom. Dean got the wind knocked out of him again but this time because his brother had landed on top of him. The back of Dean's head hit the floor with a bone shattering crunch. He saw stars but stayed conscious long enough to hear Sam fire again at the Harpy. He tried to raise his own weapon but couldn't seem to locate it then the fog took him and he was out.
TBC
