So I haven't written in a really long time and this is only my second fan fiction! So if you want to support me that would be wonderful! So this is definitely a Hurting Dean kind of story wit a little hurt Sam and a lot of brotherly moments. (NO WINCEST). I hope you enjoy it!
Honey and Rain
Dean gasped as the thin blade pierced his side. His eyes turned toward the corner of the room where his brother's unconscious frame laid crumpled against the wall. He dropped down to his knees as the silver knife was pulled from his body in a slow smooth motion, the blade glinting in the yellowish light that lit up the large plush room where the goddess lived. His hand closed around the mirrored knife that had flown from Sam's fist as he made impact against the wall. The goddess hovered above Dean laughing gently as his blood quickly pooled around him but suddenly her flawless face froze and contorted into a look of confusion, pain and finally fury. The goddess's shrill scream made Dean cower, covering his ears with his hands; forcing him into a fetal position. He glanced up and saw the goddess disappear in a storm of ashes.
Dean groaned as he attempted to stand up, falling back toward the floor before he even got to his feet. "Sam!" Dean half yelled at his unconscious brother, he needed to know that he was okay. "Sam" Dean shouted gruffly. Sam still didn't answer. The older Winchester reached toward his brother with his right hand, catching the groove in the tile flooring, pulling himself through his own blood, in order to get six inches closer to the injured Sammy. Dean paused, attempting to keep the nausea that threatened to overwhelm him at bay. Then with his left hand attempting to staunch the flow of blood that continued to pore from his side, he once again reached his right arm toward his brother catching the groove of the flooring; affectively pulling himself another six inches closer to his goal.
"Sam!" Dean cried out once more as he reached his younger brother, lightly tapping his leg with his free arm. "Sam, it's going to be okay, I gotcha okay?" Dean stated in a low gravelly voice, before drifting into sweet unconsciousness.
Sam woke, blinking his eyes against the sudden lightness. His head throbbed and after a quick brush across the back of his head the reason was clear. The room was bright, the walls a honey yellow and the furniture a deep red. In the middle of the room a good sized fountain flowed gently. The floor was cream with deep groves but it was covered with something else; something red. Sam's eyes quickly took in a large puddle of blood, and hurriedly followed the trail that seemed to have been smeared across the room. Sam eyes fell upon his brother's pale face. "Dean! Dean!" Sam shouted, quickly taking in his brother's condition. Sam removed the hand the Dean had used to cover his wound and groaned as he saw the condition that his brother's side was in. There was no telling how deeply the stab wound went; and of almost equal precedence; where exactly were they?
Well what did you think? Please let me know but no flames. Hopefully I will be able to post again soon but I'm going to be really really busy...just keep bugging me if you want another chapter and I will try to write one! :D