AN: Hey, this is my first time writing a fanfic so i'm sorry if its not very good. If you do enjoy this first chapter PLZ let me know. I would love a review. I know this chapter is a little short but I wanted to see how it was received before doing anything more. I don't have a beta or anything and I wrote this really late last night so plz llet me know how I can improve. Anyway, sit back, relax, and enjoy the fanfiction.
Never Let Go
Chapter 1
The pain in Dean's head was so intense he almost missed the way his brother seemed to favor his left leg throughout the fight, flinching when his weight was forced onto the right. Dean's vision was blurry and blackness was slowly creeping from the corners of his eyes. He blinked it away, but still it begged him to give in. He was sore and bleeding and oh so tired he almost relented and melted away into unconsciousness.
But then he heard Sam's small whimper as the werewolf's fist collided with his face. The werewolf was hurting Sammy. His Sammy. Dean's eyes shot open. He sat up so fast it took a second for the pain to catch up. When it did he was forced back onto the ground gritting his teeth through the searing pain. He sighed and let his body go limp.
Then he remembered that Sammy needed him. Dean allowed himself to roll over and slowly began crawling towards his brother gun in hand. The werewolf didn't notice the movement, too focused on squeezing the life out of Sammy with his bare hands. Dean raised the gun, his hands steady despite the concussion he was now sure he had, and shot, smiling at the werewolf's cry as the silver bullet ripped through his chest.
Sam sank to his knees gasping for air, hands flying to his throat. Dean chuckled to himself. That had been close. The closest they'd come to dying in a while. But they were ok, just like always. They'd pull through. Dean looked up to see Sam staring at him, concern etched on his face. Then he passed out.
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Dean woke enclosed in warmth and confused as all hell. He tried to sit up but a firm hand on his chest pushed him back down.
"Have to," he mumbled, "'ave to find S'mmy"
"I'm right here Dean." Sam's voice filled Dean with a sense of relief.
"You 'k?" he questioned worry replacing the previous calm.
"I'm okay Dean, I'm good, really, you got him just in time."
"I saved y'r ass," Dean mumbled
"Yeah, you did."
"Dean," Sam sighed, "I gotta check you for injuries okay. Just roll over for me." Dean obliged without much conplaint. He was tired. Really fucking tired. Too tired to protest. Whatever little Sammy wanted he'd do it.
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The next time Dean woke he was alone. His head throbbed and his arm ached. He sat up ignoring the increased pressure in his head. He needed to find Sam. Taking a deep breath he pushed himself out of the bed. Immediately he fell to the floor, white, hot, searing pain scorching through his head. Panting, he lay still for a few seconds.
"Sammy," Dean called, "Sammy, you here?"
He grit his teeth and slowly crawled his way to the door. Reaching up with a shaky hand Dean managed to pull open the door. The cold night air hit him like a brick wall and for a moment he just sat there shivering. Then he took a deep breath and used the doorway to pull himself to his feet.
"Shit," Dean muttered as the pain threatened to pull him back into unconsciousness. He focused his mind on the image of his brother and took one small step forwards. Then another, then another and before he knew it he was out of the parking lot and standing in the street. Dean looked back, squinting at the dingy hotel they'd been staying in for a couple of days. He took another step with a deep-seeded resolve to find his brother.
Had he been in his right mind, Dean might have realized Sam was probably fine and he was definitely not. He might have decided not to get out of bed and to just wait for Sam to return. He might have given up when he reached the door and realized how much it hurt to stand. He might have stopped and turned back when he reached the street, realizing he had no idea how to find Sam. And, had he been in his right mind, Dean definitely would have seen the large jeep barreling straight towards him before it was too late.
TBC
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