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SHARDS, SHREDS, SCRAPS
Umbrage

by Sade Lyrate

Sam leaned heavily against him, eyes shell-shocked, left arm pressed fervently against his chest, lips tight.
Still sentient, still stumbling, still silent.

They staggered in the undergrowth, avoided roots, dodged branches, made their way as fast as they could to the car.

Dean just wanted the hell out of the woods. Screw the job. With his little brother aware of his surroundings, but at the same time completely out of it, he chose to flee rather than to fight. Figure it all out in the relative peace and safety of their motel room, find out what the fuck had happened...

The Impala gleamed in the moonlight, a curious beacon of liquid shadow.

Once more, Dean asked Sam all the questions he'd asked before, and got the same answer as each time before. The only difference now being that instead of a treestump or Dean, the tall man leaned against the car, pale against the smooth blackness, closing his eyes under his brother's barrage of care, only to tear them open hardly a second afterwards, shock sharp anew.
Cautiously, arm never having left his chest, ignoring the elder man, he slid in without a word, without a gasp or a moan or a cry, eyes averted, hard and dry.

Dean let him, unable to forget the scream that had led him to the clearing, the terror and pain in the hazel eyes hardly acknowledging him so pure he never thought either one of them could feel anything alike. Not with what they knew, what they'd seen.
With a final glance at the trees behind them, silent curses behind his eyes, he entered the car, keys a cool confirmation of stability.