Summary: A collection of snippets, depicting possible
scenes either never taking place in front of a camera, or
ideas/thoughts/emotions hard to relay via that media...
Warning:
The tense may vary from piece to piece, as will the length and POV.
Spoilers about for Season 2 of Supernatural.
Disclaimer: I just can't keep my grubby fingers away from
the lovely Winchesterverse that, alas, is the property of Eric
Kripke/CW/the mysterious 'them'. Apologies to all suffering parties.
COGITATIONS 2
201:
In My Time of Dying
by Sade Lyrate
He remembers enough to know he's lucky to be able to rise and walk on his own. There's a shadow of ache, hovering just at the edge of his senses, held at bay by, he supposes, a platoon of painkillers.
He can't remember how long it's been.
He can remember, however, with curious clarity, the crash, the cabin, the Demon. Its lies, his fears. Sam and Dad. Every little thing of the last two days is painted in sharper detail than he thought possible across the canvas of his memory. It's in the past now, though, and none of it matters as long as he's with his family.
They're not with him, and worry touches him, renewed. He can't remember how badly they were hurt.
But he's fine. Whatever the Demon did, besides hurting like hell, wasn't probably that bad. Papercuts could hurt worse than a knife in the gut, after all. Sam might probably know why. None of his bones feel broken, his movements remain unhindered, his senses perfectly fine.
The few people in the hallways of the hospital are busy, ignoring him, so he figures that's another proof for not exactly being in the line for 'Miraculous Healings'. A shadow of a suspicion flits at the outskirts of his sentience, but the light of his needs and fears demand all his attention.
They don't help him in finding either Sam or John, though, so he locates the stairs and a nurses' station. Someone there's bound to help him.