Author's Note: And, this is the continuation of the Christmas special.
Other: And, a continuing thank you to my beta for this story, vrskaandrea - any remaining errors are solely my own.
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Blind
Chuck opened his eyes and instantly knew something wasn't right about his head, he wasn't in pain…that wasn't it, it was that looking outside the Impala, it looked like the snow was on the sky and the clouds were on the ground. He knew that snow started in the sky and that clouds technically could be on the ground but it was just…THIS was wrong. He looked over at Dean to ask what had happened when it finally dawned on him, he and Dean were both hanging by their seatbelts upside-down…that meant, Baby had flipped after hitting the guardrail. And, by the look of it…Dean was still unconscious and his head was bleeding.
Chuck knew it probably wasn't a good thing that he felt tired enough to fall asleep in mere moments if he allowed himself to. First, he needed to get Dean out of the car…no, first, he needed to get right-side/wrong-side up, then he needed to get Dean loose, THEN get himself and Dean out of Baby, then…call for help and hope that his phone worked better in South Dakota then the last two times he'd been. Or, something along those lines.
Chuck put his right hand on the roof of the Impala and his left on the buckle of the seatbelt. 'Do-don't…worry…We-we'll…get you…fixed up.' He whispered. Okay, so he wasn't above talking to Baby if…nobody else, even Dean…was around and an unconscious Dean didn't count. Chuck unbuckled his seatbelt and quickly put his left hand on the roof before tucking his knees up and used the leverage from that to land unceremoniously - he didn't end up falling over or just dropping to his neck, so he counted it as a good albeit unceremonious landing - on the roof.
Chuck considered just going ahead and getting Dean loose but taking in account that none of the door windows were busted so much as cracked and he wasn't naïve enough to think that the door would open - either due to the fact that Baby had landed on her roof or because she'd landed in AT LEAST four inches of snow - he was trying to figure out a quick way to get out of the car. He thought about the typical Dean way of cracking a window - at least, in Supernatural - but Dean had fractured his elbow more than once busting a window with his forearm for a stunt - not that he would tell the crew, that fact - so, no…THAT idea was out of the question. Deciding that kicking the passenger side window out was a much better and less physical injury inducing idea, Chuck laid on his back - the sudden and sharp pain in his middle lower back probably wasn't a good thing, but he would worry about that once he got Dean out of the car and had called for help. It took several attempts to bust the window out.
Chuck slipped out of his coat and laid it out across the glass before turning his attention to Dean. In hindsight, this was probably one of his lousier ideas…probably not far behind his mystery/crime solving cup of popcorn which while some of his prior stories pre-Supernatural might be able to be polished and released later on…THAT was probably never seeing the light of day. Of course, it had sounded like an absolute FANTASTIC idea when he was sixteen after his first-and-only fuck-up of thinking Jack and Coke meant Jack Daniels and cocaine. That was also his one and only use of cocaine. How he was planning to be able to MOVE Dean considering their differences in size - height and weight - was beyond him.
It takes a minute for Chuck to come up with an idea, which thankfully made more sense than that cup of popcorn. Maybe he had a concussion and that was why he'd become so fixated on that memory, he'd spent his adult life trying to bury that HORRIBLE story. Come to think of it, hadn't he actually burned his only copy of that story shortly before starting the very first Supernatural book? That didn't say much since he'd been in his thirties by then. Maybe that pun about the character based on him in the books/series wasn't that inaccurate, maybe he was just a hack writer. Maybe in reality he'd just gotten lucky with Supernatural and later Revolution - the latter of which if it actually made it to a Season 3 was going to honestly surprise him, but even if it didn't…he was still going to write what he'd planned as it's ending which for television would have spanned the theoretical Season 3. Now, that was an interesting idea…even if something happened to Supernatural prior to his planned finale - which he actually HADN'T planned out, yet - he could still write it. NOW, he knows why he likes writing books more than the shit he has to go through for converting them into TV series'…book series' CAN'T be canceled! Support/funding can be pulled, but if you know what you're doing, you can still publish them. He already knew what he planned to do after Revolution, but he was going to get done with it before he started THAT series.
Shaking his head quickly - the sudden dizziness probably wasn't a good sign, either - and pushing his books, planned series, and that damned earworm of a cup of popcorn story to the back of his mind, Chuck focused on his idea. Shifting around until he's in the right position, his left hand on Dean's seatbelt buckle, his right arm around/under the back of Dean's neck, his right hand gripping Dean's right shoulder through the coat, he presses the button for the seatbelt, and immediately tugs Dean back against him. THAT was the easy part and he knew it!
Chuck works on moving himself backwards out of the Impala - grateful that the only noticeable broken glass is from the window that HE kicked out to get out of the car - while dragging/pulling/tugging/jerking Dean along with him. He wanted to be gentle but he really wasn't strong enough to allow gentleness which made him feel lower than pond scum. And, why that thought made him want to go on a trip to the Great Barrier Reef…he wasn't too sure, at least it was better than - nope, not gonna think about the popcorn, again!
Being able to stand up straight after dragging Dean out of the Impala - and into the snow which in hindsight might not have been his smartest idea, after all - should have been a relief for Chuck, but it really wasn't. As soon as he stood up, there was another shooting pain in the same place in his back, this time making his knees buckle in pain. Using his left hand to reach his back, he withdrew his hand quickly when his hand came into contact with something jagged and sharp not far from his spine. Looking down at his left hand, he immediately noticed the blood, but he could also tell that his hand wasn't bleeding…so, that meant...had he just not noticed any other glass?
Coming to a new conclusion, Chuck wasn't about to try to pull the glass - and he was pretty sure it was glass - out of his back, but he did need to call someone for help. 911 sounded like a good option. Taking his phone out of his pocket and pulling up the on-screen keypad, Chuck realized that he couldn't read the numbers…and not in that kind of blurry, should be wearing his reading glasses sort of way…but in a blurry, his vision is fucked sort of way. Exiting off the on-screen keypad, he opened the contacts, and clicked on a number that he HOPED was one that wasn't someone he really didn't need to be calling.
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Cas took his phone out of his pocket and tilted his head curiously at the name that was calling 'Chuck'. There was no hesitation as he hit the answer button. 'Hello?' He asked curiously, why that name - that call - wasn't actually bringing him any sort comfort was beyond him.
'Angel?' Chuck asked relieved. Okay, he would've preferred Dean's brother, BUT with as many numbers as are in his phone…he'll take what he can get.
'Chuck, where are you?' Cas asked concerned.
Chuck looked up at the guardrail and then back over his left shoulder. 'Halfway…down a hill. Dean…hit…black ice. A guardrail, too. Baby-Baby's…on her roof. I-I'm okay. Dean-Dean's…un-un-unconscious. I got him…out of…Baby. I do-don't...know where…we are.' He said slowly.
'Are either of you bleeding?' Cas asked urgently. 'Sam get my damn laptop!' He ordered.
Chuck wasn't to certain about what Cas had just said, but he knew he could answer the question. 'Dean-Dean's…head is…bleeding. Uh, my…I have a…piece of…glass in my…back. I think…my head is…bleed…bleeding. I know…I keep…getting blood…in my eye…my right eye.' He explained.
'Alright, just stay on the line, okay?' Cas asked carefully.
'Uh huh.' Chuck said drowsily.
Cas took the laptop from Sam, opened it, logged in, and then opened a tracking program - honestly, it was similar to the program that he's seen the tech division use, but…well okay, so the program he had wasn't actually one he legally had, but that was his least concern, at the moment. 'Whatever you do, don't hang up, okay? Cas asked urgently. 'I'm tracing your phone but this program only works as long as you're on the line, okay?' He added.
'Uh huh.' Chuck said sleepily before hitting what he hoped was the speaker on the phone.
'Chuck, are you okay?' Cas asked concerned, there was something about Chuck's voice beyond the tiredness that was concerning to him.
'Cold. I-I'm cold.' Chuck said tiredly.
'Chuck?' Cas asked, concern growing.
'Tired.' Chuck added.
'You need to stay awake! If you have a concussion, you NEED to stay awake!' Cas said rushed.
'Got Dean help.' Chuck added, finally allowing himself to collapse.
'Yes, you did.' Cas said, worried. 'Okay, your phone's showing you're actually not to far outside of Sioux Falls. I'll call and get you some help, since I doubt that you called 911 before calling me, did you?' He asked curiously.
There was no response.
'Chuck, you there?' Cas asked concerned.
Still no response.
'Chuck?' Cas asked worried.
Still nothing.
'Fuck!' Cas said a mix of angry and concerned as he hung up.
'Okay, what's going on? Chuck calls, you get MORE concerned as you're talking to him, you then turn around and snap at me to get your laptop, open a program I've only rarely seen you use…one you'd REFUSED to use when Dean was gone when he went to Carencro for the first time, and now…you're talking about calling emergency services? So, what the hell happened?' Sam asked, his concern growing as he spoke.
Benny and Eli looked at each other, they'd both been able to overhear Chuck's side of the call, but they both kept silent.
'Dean hit black ice just outside Sioux Falls, proceeded to hit a guardrail, and the Impala flipped. Chuck was still conscious but Dean wasn't. Chuck managed to get Dean out of the car. While Dean's the unconscious one, I honestly think Chuck's probably injured worse than he is.' Cas explained.
'Merde!' Benny said concerned.
'Alright, ya idjits! Don't just stand around like a bunch of statues! Castiel, this is Sioux Falls NOT San Francisco, you have no jurisdiction here, BUT Jody's the sheriff, so she can make sure things appear above board without it having to be, AND she can keep it enough below board to keep it from drawing the press.' Bobby said, taking control of the situation. 'And Sam, get my tow truck and take Castiel with you, he knows where the crash happened.' He added.
Jody just shook her head, knowing that arguing with Bobby that THAT wasn't how her job worked wasn't going to work…she'd known that since the incident with Rufus when she was still getting the hang of being the sheriff.
'I'm going to!' Benny said determined.
'Fine! Now, move!' Bobby ordered.
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Author's Note: So, ya hate me yet for leaving you with another cliffhanger of sorts?
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