AN: This is for Bhoney! Happy birthday! Many wishes sent out to you and Sam and Dean as well...if I owned them...but I don't. You wanted some hypothermic!Dean with caring and protective Sam. Well your wish is my command. It went kinda long though but eh...the word of the week was OVER. 3 drabbles that all meet 100 words. And a bonus drabble because...you'll see why.
THREE STAGES
Stage 1
Freaking lost in the woods...that's great Dean, so freaking great! I am so over woods!
Dean walked forwards rubbing his hands together as his body shivered. His breathing quickened as the cold entered his chest; he had decided to only wear a t-shirt and not his infamous leather jacket.
Finally reaching the top of the rocky outcrop he flung his backpack down onto the rough terrain. Bending down, he put his fingers on the zip, wanting to grab his cell phone. Unbelievably he found that his hand would not obey him.
"Holy crap!"
Stage 2
"Dean! Dean where are you, this isn't funny anymore!"
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Shivering more violently than before and wild with panic, Dean grabbed the pack with both hands and tried to stand up. His head started to spin and as he looked down at his fingers, they were blue. He shivered again and crawled forwards on his hands and knees. The world was spinning heavily around him and the more he tried to concentrate the more he became confused.
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"Dean! C'mon! Where are you?" Sam frantically called out. The search team pointed, motioning for him to move over the ridge.
Stage 3
"C—cold..." Dean whispered to himself.
Hidden in the tiny nook of the rock entrance Dean sat curled up in a tiny little ball. His lips and ears were bright blue and not far was the rest of his body.
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"Bobby, I can't find him!" Sam yelled into the phone. He followed behind the team looking for anything that they might've missed.
"Well try harder; I'm still trying to work the locater spell!" Bobby snapped.
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Breathing sluggishly Dean closed his eyes.
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Sam walked, barrelling to the front and looking for any signs of Dean. He found slight track marks and followed them to a small cavern. "Dean?" Shaking his head he began to walk away.
"C-c-cold," Dean whispered again.
Saved
Sam spun around and ran into the small space. Dean was huddled in the corner; head on his chest hands sluggishly around his knees.
"Dean! I found him!" Sam yelled. He ran to Dean and tried to wake him up. Throwing off his jacket he wrapped it around his brothers shoulders and kissed the top of his head...
Beep, beep, beep...
Where am I? Sam!
Coughing, Dean's eyes flew open immediately travelling to his throat, trying to pull the pipe out. Sam, whose head rested on Dean's arm, threw his hands up to Dean's wrists, begging him to calm down.
"Breathe the with me Dean, in and out. Okay?"
Green eyes meeting hazel ones, Dean slowly calmed down. The nurse finally removing the tube and giving them a few moments before the doctor came.
"How-"
"3 days," Sam said.
Trying to sit up Dean asked, "What-"
"Hypothermia."
"I nearly-"
"Yeah, but the main thing is that your fine now." Sam replied.
AN: I couldn't let Dean die! So many birthday greeting go out to you! Hope you all enjoyed this and yeah. Leave reviews. Scare4irony.
