Dean woke up groggily, shaking his head and standing up. He stumbled a bit, and fell forwards with a gasp.
As soon as he did, he realised something was very, very wrong.
He stood up straight once more, and groaned out loud. Then he did it again. And again.
Panic began to seep into his veins, sweat beginning to break on his forehead and he once again groaned in what he thought was a loud fashion.
His panic levels went up to red alert when he came to a horrifying realisation.
He couldn't hear anything.
His eyes shot to the floor, and, spotting Sam laying spread eagled beside him, launched forwards and he shook him hard.
'WH-what? Dean...'Sam moaned as he sat up, rubbing the side of his head. He lifted his head up to look at his brother, but realised he couldn't open his eyes.
He put a shaking hand to his face, and gently ran a finger down his eye area. He deduced after a few seconds of nervous probing that his eyes were indeed open. But he couldn't see a thing.
'I can't see! Oh my god...' he muttered.
'Dean, what the hell happened?' he muttered, putting out a hand to feel for his brother, to know that he was actually there next to him.
'Dean? Answer me Dammit!' He snapped, his fingers finally hitting something soft.
'Dean...is that you?' Sam asked, putting the other hand on the soft thing, trying to work out whether it was his brother or not.
'Sam get off my face, your making me uncomfortable' came his brother's deep voice from somewhere in front of him.
Sam let out a breath of relief. 'What the hell man? What's happened?' He asked, trying to look his brother in the face, but not knowing whether he had succeeded or not.
Dean looked at his brother, could see the worry and panic in his face, but there was no way in hell he could understand what he was saying.
'Dean! Why aren't you answering? I need an answer dude!' Sam fretted, running his hands through his hair.
He couldn't see a thing, couldn't tell whether he was really standing or sitting, whether he was facing away from Dean or was right in his face. He just couldn't tell.
As Sam was speaking, Dean had a brainwave, and started to stare intently at his brother's moving lips.
He managed to get 'answer dude!' but had no idea what was said before that.
'What does "answer dude" mean?' he questioned.
Sam, realising what Dean was doing, started again. 'Read my lips-properly!' he muttered, and then cleared his throat to begin.
'We-need-to-get-help...we-need-Bobby!' He said, opening his mouth wide and enunciating his words, not knowing if he was even facing his brother.
'I agree-this has gone way off...but how do we get there?' asked Dean, looking around.
They had left the Impala just outside the warehouse, so it wouldn't be too difficult to get Sammy there-but how the hell were they going to get there?
'Sammy-where's your phone?' he asked, prodding Sam in the chest.
'Oh, in my pocket...?' Sam muttered, turning around, feeling down his own chest and into his back pocket of his Jeans, he pulled out his phone and held it straight in front of him.
'Here you go' he muttered.
'Sam, I'm behind you'
'Oh I'm sorry, it's just that I can't see and all...'
'Ok Sammy, we're gonna find someway to fix this, I promise! Now give me the damn phone' Dean said, reaching his hand out and gently taking the phone from his brother.
He looked down onto the screen and thumbed in Bobby's number.
He put the phone to his ear, and then gave a small chuckle.
'Sammy, you better do this, I can't hear a thing!' he said, holding his brother's hand and putting the phone in his palm.
'Am I good?' asked Sam, putting the phone to what he hoped was his ear.
'A little higher-feel for it!' Dean advised, and pretty soon the phone was in the right position.
'hey Bobby...we've got a little problem...yeah...it was a witch...yeah we did gank her, but she cursed us first...yeah I know we're idiots...ok...can you come get us?...what? Why...oh Bobby...yeah ok...we'll meet you there I guess...bye then'...he gave the phone back into his brother's awaiting hand, and Dean turned the connection off.
'So?' he asked.
'Well, Bobby say's he'll help us get rid of the curse, but he doesn't really know what's happened, but he can't come get us, he's too busy'
'What? How the hell are we supposed to get all the way to Bobby's house in our states?' Dean ranted.
Sam sighed and rubbed his head. 'I guess we have to drive' he stated.
'This is stupid' Dean muttered as he started the engine of the Impala.
'You turned it on'
'yeah thank you very much, I could tell that by the vibrations' Dean answered, once again staring at his brother's face to 'hear' what he was saying-he was getting pretty good at lip-reading.
'I'm only trying to help' Sam pouted, sitting back in his seat.
'Well don't' his brother snapped.
Dean turned the steering wheel and put his foot on the gas, sliding the Impala into the road. He felt kinda scared about this. He couldn't hear anything, so he had know way of knowing if anything was coming behind him. He only hoped Sam would do a good job as his ears.
If anything happened to his baby, he would never ever forgive himself.
'Ok...we'll take this nice and slow...' he muttered, more to his beloved car than his brother.
He started driving along the highway, making sure he used all his mirrors to see if anything was going to hit them.
'Is it night time?' Sam asked abruptly beside him. Dean kept on looking forward, unaware that his brother had even said anything.
'Hey!' Sam wacked his brother on the arm, before holding tightly onto the dashboard as the car swerved and careered dangerously.
'SAM! DON'T DO THAT!' Dean yelled, smacking his brother around the back of the head.
'Ow! I was trying to get your attention!' Sam growled, rubbing his head.
There was silence, and Sam sighed. Dean hadn't heard him that time either.
He resolved to sitting in silence, just thinking. After all, he couldn't stare into space, or watch the scenery pass by.
Dean chanced a look beside him, and saw his brother just sitting there. His eyes were open, but he could see through his side mirror that they weren't focused anywhere, they were just sort of...there.
'What's it like being blind?' he asked offhandedly, looking in the mirror, determined to see his brother's response.
'Terrific.' Came his reply. Dean snorted.
'Well, being deaf isn't exactly a bundle of laughs neither!' he smiled, not really knowing why he was smiling.
He guessed it was because he was so panicky and afraid; he just had to find the lightness in the darkness.
He considered sharing his wisdom, but didn't really think that his "lightness and darkness" speech would help the fact that he was blind.
'Uh Sammy-you ok?' he asked, once again looking in the mirror for his reaction.
'No. I'm scared Dean-are we gonna stay like this?' he asked, looking to his left, knowing that was where his brother was. In a weird way, he missed the sight of his brother; even in the short time he had become blind.
'Not if I have anything to do with it!' Dean replied fiercely, patting his brother's leg.
Sam jumped a mile in the air. 'Relax Sammy it's me! I just tapped your leg-sorry dude!' he said, before chuckling.'
Sam huffed and folded his arms. He guessed Dean just needed to find some good in this situation, but he was really pressed to find any good at all, himself.
Hours passed, and soon Dean was pulling up in Bobby's drive.
He turned the engine off, and even though he felt the vibration disappear, he still turned to his brother.
'Engine off?' he asked.
'Dean you know it is! Come on, I wanna see if Bobby can help' Sam asked, before feeling for the handle of the door and pushing it open.
'Whoa Sammy! I'll help you...' Dean yelped, before dashing out the Impala and heading round to Sam's side.
'I don't-need any help...' Sam muttered, knowing his brother couldn't hear him.
He put his hands out and walked forwards a few steps, before he was pulled backwards and held to a firm chest.
'Dean! What are you doing?' He asked, trying to get away from his brother.
'Sammy, listen-you where just about to walk into Bobby's front porch! I've gotta help you, otherwise you'll hurt yourself!' Dean scolded, before he gently let his brother go, keeping a tight hand on his arm. He started to walk Sam up to Bobby's front door, and he rapped on it twice.
Bobby opened the door, and, upon seeing two dishevelled, panic stricken boys on his doorstep, said the first thing that popped into his head.
'What the hell have you idjits gone and done now?'
How is Bobby going to help them, can he even help them?
Find out in the next chapter!
Don't worry, the humour will start in the next chapter, I just needed something to set the story up, so I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well!
Thank you and please review, I would love to know what you thought of it!