A/N 1 : This is for my other friend who had asked me for this kinda fiction . I'm not gonna say what this is really about . I just can say that I'm totally with her ! What can I say , I'm a hurtDean fan and well, Dean looks even cuter & hotter ._Is that even possible? -when he's hurt !
Anyway it may sound cruel & I'm sorry that I like it as Jensen had made it clear that he's not happy when Dean gets hurt , but then again , this is just a fiction , Jensen doesn't need to get torture for it!:D .. So I can feel as good as I like , since it's not even against Jensen's liking !:D Although I can't help feeling great to see hurt/Dean in any situation .Sorry Jensen , sometime things are out of our control and this is one of them! Hope you don't mind !PLEASE let Dean gets hurt more and more in the show!(Does this make me an evil?)
A/N 2 :This story takes place in season two ,seems like I got stuck in season 2 or getting more obsessed with it ! I just love the way Dean & Sam used to be in that season and so it makes me feel kinda great to write about them in that period of time !
You can suggest me anything , though . I'd be grateful to know if you have any idea about any story-line in other seasons .
And again I think I need to remind you that this fiction has been rated T , for Language and graphic violence !
hope you enjoy it and let me know what do you think of every chapter. :)
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Considering Our Disaster - 1
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A dull thud in the back of his head was the first thing that his mind registered after coming back from a total blackness and instantly he wished he could get back to that whole body was in fire . Even without assessing it , he knew how bad it was . A cough from the other side of , well ,wherever it was , made him open his eyes , though it seemed like the hardest thing to do right then . And there he was , his brother , tide to a chair , head down ,trying hard to control his coughs in order to keep his battered ribs as stable as possible .
"Hey ." He called out , but nothing left his mouth . He blinked several times and concentrated on his breath and tried again ."Hey .Sammy ."
"Dean . You're awake ."
Dean could hear the smile in Sam's voice ." What are you smiling at ?"
"I'm happy , man . Considering our disaster , things are pretty cool right now . You're awake . That bastard is gone for now . We're in a same room . At least we know how the other is ."Sam noted .
"Dude, I'm impressed . I wish I had a video recorder . You think Oprah would talk about us ?" Dean grinned .
"How are you feeling ?"
"Well , considering our disaster - "
"Shut up ."Sam cut him .
"What ? You ask a question and you don't even want the answer ?" Dean smiled ."How are you feeling ? How's your chest ?"
"Considering our disaster ? " Sam laughed , though it sounded like a cough ."I've been better . I probably have a broken rib , or six . But that's it . You on the other hand -"
"Look awesome . I know , but I don't really like to hear it from you . Where's Bryan ,anyway ?" Dean asked .
Sam shrugged ."No idea , but he didn't show up after you fainted last time ."
"You're trying your best , aren'cha ?" Dean mumbled ,smiling at Sam's effort .
"It takes too much energy , I think I'm gonna blow out ." Sam confessed ."Man you're a mess . I tried to wake you up , but you didn't stir . What should we do ? I mean.. I feel ..So ,that's it ?.. Dean ?"
"No , we'll find some way . I promise you . "
"I'm not a baby anymore , you know . "Sam sighed .
"Eww , I gotta say I'm glad . What would happen if you were going to grow up even more ?" Dean teased .
"At least nobody would dare to approach us ." Sam returned ."Really ? How are we supposed to get out of this ? We're both tied to these damn chairs , I have some cracked ribs . You're concussed , your right leg is broken and that gash on your chest is still oozing blood ."
"We still have our cell phones , all we need to do is get rid of this ropes and grab our jackets ." Dean asserted .
"Yeah , like it's easy ." Sam coughed again .
"Just shut up and focus on your breathing . We'll find some way . I should've known you couldn't stay optimist for too long . But , nice try anyway . Thanks ."
"Oh , don't mention it . You've earned it ."
"You keep impressing me , today ." Dean said and closed his eyes .
"If that's what makes you close your eyes, I'll stop it right now ." Sam taunted .
"I'm concentrating , man ." Dean explained .
"On blacking out ? Then don't . "
"On regaining my strength and opening my hand . Like you said , it ain't that easy ." Dean looked up .
"Whatever . Just don't blame me if I check on you every two minutes ."
"Be my guest , lil' Bro ." Dean said and closed his eyes again , not just for concentrating on his hands , but cuz he wanted to review every damn thing that happened to them since last day , damn it if it really was last day . He needed to know which step was the wrong one , so he would prevent it the next time .One torture experience was enough for a whole lifetime . Hell ,it was too much even for ten lifetimes . And he already was in the middle of his second experience , though the first one with the Benders was a total blessing compared to this new one .
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"Are you sure about this ?" he had asked Sam again , trying to change his mind .
"Dean, it's gonna be alright . Ellen wouldn't even notice that we're late . I mean we won't be late . We're just gonna check this one out ." And Sam reassured again .
It wasn't like Sam to reassure Dean , but Dean had promised Ellen to take care of a job ,and right in the middle of their way , Sam had found some other hunt , which was supposedly an easy one.
"Why can't this one wait , again ?" Dean asked .
"Because we don't know what would happen if we don't take care of it ."
"We can call Bobby . He'd send someone to look at this , and we can be at the place we're supposed to be . Man , that one is much more important . Do you have any idea what would happen there , if we don't get there in time ? We have to wait another month ."
"Dean , we won't be late . It's just Saturday . We'll be there by Thursday and I can even do the research from here . Just let's do this one first . Please , I feel we should really take this one ."
Dean rolled his eyes ."Poof .You and your feelings . Whatever . If we're not done with this before Monday night , we'll leave it for someone else . You got me ?"
"Yeah . OK . Fair enough . Thanks man ."
"I hope I won't regret ." Dean said as he pulled the car over in a motel parking lot .
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"Hey Dean ?" Sam's voice brought him back .
"Hmm?"
"Just checking ."
"Good . Can I go back to my work , now ?"
"Yeah , sure ."
With that Dean again closed his eyes and tried to open his hands , damn, it was too tight .
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"Sammy . Sam ." Dean shouted behind the locked door ."Dammit , answer me Sam."
"Dean Winchester . I wouldn't be so worried about him , if I were you ."
Dean turned around and just realized that Sam wasn't the one in danger . "Who the hell are you ?" he growled .
"Call me Bryan .I'm the one who you were looking for ."The man laughed ." You two idiots . Did you really think you could come here , read the spells , finish the job and leave the town so fast ?"
Dean reached for his gun , but then Bryan shook his hand and in an instant Dean was pinned to the wall , bells ringing in his ears as his head hit the wall hard .
"tsk , tsk . Not so fast ... Not like that thing would hurt me anyway ."
"What do you want ?" Dean poured all his rage in his eyes .
"I want you two , and I want some answers , which I'll find pretty soon ."Bryan shrugged ."You know the whole thing was a trap for you , right ?" he smirked .
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... TBC ...
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