Title: Reader's Special: Second Edition - One Shot Reward Fic Collection
Author: Disasteriffic Kaz
Info: A collection of 1 Shot Reward Fics for Prompters of my Reader's Special: Second Edition. Features many seasons, hurt/limp/awesome/caring!Sam/Dean/John/Bobby See each chapter for specific info for each 1 shot reward fic.
Author's Note: The Reader's Special: Second Edition went as brilliantly as the first! Prompters of the story were offered a One Shot Reward story of their choice. These are they. None of the chapters contained in this Fic are connected. Each one is a stand-alone one shot per the Prompters request. Thank you to all of you who prompted the Reader's Special! You were fantastic as always!
Chapter Info: For Sparkiebunny - My request is a story with some drowned Sammy and to-the-rescue, panicked Dean. Preferably in a public place...maybe with a good old CPR/AED scene?
A/N: Ok I lied. I said the last chapter would be the last one before ANCon but…it's Bunny. I have to write it. :D It's short but I hope powerful. lol
Do please Review once you've read. :D Every comment and vote of support helps keep me writing. Not to mention if I've pooched anything, someone can always tell me. :P
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Dean stood on the prow of the boat and tried to breathe. He had to remember to breath. Sam needed him. He turned around whiplike.
"I SAID STOP THE DAMN BOAT!" Dean roared in a voice that made the Pilot's face pale as he fumbled to cut the engine.
Dean ran to the back of the boat, scanning every inch of the open water with desperate eyes. We never should have come on this hunt, he told himself. "Friggin sea monsters." He muttered angrily, fearfully. It had seemed simple enough; Grab a boat, one of Bobby's friends to drive the damn thing and go fishing for little Nessie. "Do you see him?" Dean called.
"N-no." Gary fumbled out, suddenly worried the guy might take it out on him. The look on Dean's face was nothing short of murderous.
Dean ran to the other side of the little sloop. The seconds ticked away in his head, the minutes that his brother stayed under water. It flashed through his mind again. They had the heavy rods off the back of the boat trolling for it. The locals called it Little Nessie. It had been chewing on the local fisherman. Sam had gone to get them a couple more beers. He'd stood at the side of the boat, shading his eyes. Dean had watched him and had stood himself to see what had Sam's interest when it happened; when the whip like tail erupted from the water and swept Sam over the side. He had watched in horror as Sam bobbed up struggling in its wide mouth. It had pulled Sam under and sped off ahead of the boat. Dean had chased around to the prow of the boat and watched, helpless. Then Sam had come up flailing and gone under again…he had not come back up yet.
"SAM!" Dean screamed it. Each moment with no sight of him was straining his heart in his chest. Any second it would burst out of him and then he saw him. He didn't think. In honesty he didn't care. Dean dove over the side. He cut through the water with strong, sure strokes and his eyes never left the dark spot that he knew was his brother. Dean crashed into him and rolled Sam over. He was boneless, his mouth gaping and his eyes staring.
"Sammy? SAM!" Dean snaked an arm around his head and pulled for the boat. He shouted at Gary as he neared. "GET THE DAMN KIT!" He didn't look to see if Gary followed his order. He pulled Sam's lifeless body to the back of the boat and pushed him up on the diver platform. Dean crawled up after him and dragged him onto the deck. "Hurry up!" He tried not to notice the rubbery feeling of Sam's skin or the blue tint to his lips. "Don't you do this, Sam. Don't you dare." Dean swept his mouth and finding it clear he started compressions on his chest. "I…won't…let you." He counted in his head and bent, forcing air down into Sam's lungs before he jerked upright and tried to make his heart beat again.
"Not…gonna…die…on me, Sammy." Dean bent and breathed for him again. He was lightheaded. He didn't know how many times he had pressed on his still chest, how many times he had breathed into cold lips before Gary was suddenly there sliding in on the other side of Sam and ripping the Emergency Kit apart on the deck. "Bag him. NOW!" Dean ordered.
"God, god." Gary moaned and pulled the Ambu bag out, fitting it over Sam's mouth and started squeezing precious air into him. Dean lunged over Sam and pulled the defibrillator out of the bag. He ripped open the zipper and yanked the adhesive paddles out. "Where? Dammit!" He scrambled through the scattered contents of the kit and finally came up with the scissors. He quickly sliced up Sam's shirt and ripped it apart before he frantically placed the pads atop Sam's sternum and to the side of his heart. He turned it on and rolled the dial up, waiting in terror as the damn thing beeped to let him know it was charging. Finally the tone evened out.
"Clear!" Dean shouted and hit the button. Sam arched up from the deck and dropped back, still lifeless. "Come on, kid. Come on, gimme something."
"He's gone." Gary moaned, tears in his eyes.
"Don't you say that!" Dean said furiously. "Bag him dammit!"
The look on Dean's face dried Gary's tears and he replaced the bag. Dean warned him and shocked Sam again. Again his back arched, his limbs twitched but still his heart didn't catch that all important beat.
"Sam you come back!" Dean yelled. He set the automatic rhythm setting on the defibrillator and let it go, delivering a series of smaller, timed shocks to his heart while Gary continued to breathe for him with the bag. Dean leaned over his little brother and watched his eyes, begging him to come back. "Don't you leave me."
Dean froze. He thought he'd seen a flicker in Sam's eyes. He looked over to the defibrillator and held his breath as the monitor in the pads tripped a beat. "That's it, kid. Come on." Dean leaned back over his face. "You can do this, Sammy. Come on." The monitor tripped again and then again and then Dean was turning it off, pushing Gary's hands out of the way as he gathered Sam up in his arms. Sam gagged and heaved, his eyes finally blinked and water gushed out of him as Dean held him in tight trembling arms.
"That's my boy." Dean said breathlessly and for once didn't give a crap he was crying or that Gary was there to see it. "That's it, Sammy. Breathe. Get a blanket." He barely registered Gary scrambling up off the deck as he held Sam while he gasped and gasped.
"Dean." Sam finally said and it was the sweetest sound Dean had ever heard.
"You're ok. I've got you." Dean held him close, chick flicks be damned and cradled Sam's head as he weakly collapsed into his big brother. Gary returned and there was suddenly a blanket being draped over Sam and another over Dean.
Gary tucked the blankets around them both and walked on wobbly legs back to the wheel. He fired up the engine and turned the boat for the distant shore. Somehow he figured they were done for the day. He looked over his shoulder at them and thought maybe they weren't coming back. He wouldn't blame them.
"Slow it down, Sam." Dean coached as he held Sam against him. He wasn't sure if it was Sam shaking like a leaf or him…or both of them.
"Couldn't breathe." Sam gasped and clamped his hands around Dean's bicep, holding on like a lifeline. "Couldn't get up…to the surface."
"You're ok. Breathe now. Come on. Slow it down." Dean rubbed his back and pulled the blankets more securely around them.
"Monster?" Sam asked.
"Screw the job." Dean said viciously. "Bobby can find someone else for this one."
Sam finally turned his head to look up at him and smirked. "You never…walk away…from a job."
"I do when I have to pull my dead brother out of the water." Dean said softly and this time the tremor came solely from him, rocking his entire body. Sam's hands tightened on his arm and his head dropped into Dean's shoulder.
"No argument…from me." Sam closed his eyes. His lungs burned. His chest burned. He decided he didn't want to look too hard just then at how close he'd come. Dean shaking against him and holding on to him like they were kids again was all the information he needed.
Dean held him close as the boat screamed toward shore and the dock. He glanced out at the ocean and saw a massive tail break the surface and vanish again. This one time he didn't mind walking away. He threaded his fingers in Sam's wet hair; stilled the other hand on his back where he could feel Sam's heart beating and finally took a real breath.
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The End.
Ok THIS is the last one until Tuesday. Fooled you! XD Author's Note Convention here I come!