Thanks again for the awesome feedback.
I guess this is where I should put the warning up. I'm a hardcore angst fan...and I'm writing this for my long time friend who is one as well. Seriously, this may make some of you gross out. Well, maybe not, if you can handle all the blood on Supernatural, you wouldn't be reading here, ah:) VERY short... I had to stop and breathe.
More Folsom Prison Blues
Continued
Hidden beneath Dean's undershirt directly over his heart was a grotesque display of massive burns and lesions. Some of the sores were draining yellowish-white pus, a sure sign of infection. Others leaked a brownish-red thick fluid. Scabs and charred flesh extended deep into tissue. Along the edges of the hand-shaped print were covered with blackened skin and clusters of blisters that had not yet drained. The clusters varied in shapes and colors, most likely due to the amount of fluids, and what fluids, were building up within.
"Whaaaattt did that bitch do- to- you!" Sam's voice broke, his mind jarred from the unexpected sight. His eyes took in the red streaks spreading from the sadistic hand print up into Dean's shoulders and neck.
Thump Thump Thump Whoosh...
Dean made another grab at his heart. Sam reached up and captured him gently by the wrist. "Stop it, Dean just stop it. Please? You're only hurting yourself more!" He didn't mean to sound demanding but he was panicking just as much as Dean was. He could feel Dean's heartbeat so fast and hard Dean's wrist pulsed hot within his fingertips.
Thump Thump Thump Whoosh...
Dean's head thrashed back against his pillow, his lower back arching off the bed. His neck extended out exposing protruding purplish veins. "SAM!" He cried out through labored breathing. "My heart! It hurts... fuck it hurts...Arrgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
He couldn't hear a word Sam was saying. He couldn't hear the pleading words or cry of agony that escaped his own lips. The only thing that registered was pain. His chest felt heavy and so wrong, as if a vise was squeezing it tighter and tighter with each passing second. He was suffering more than he had ever suffered before and he wanted it to stop. "Make- the- pounding- stop... Saaaaaaammmmm!"
Thump Thump Thump Whoosh...
"Okay okay okay," Sam tried to soothe him... reassure him... as much as possible. Who was he kidding? Think damn it think. Was he having a heart attack? That's what Glockner did to her victims and from the sight and feeling of Dean it was definitely the nurse that got his brother good. "Just keep breathing! You fucking hold on you hear me?"
Sam left his side, temporarily ignoring Dean's hand unsuccessfully trying to pull him back to him. Dean's painful attempts at breathing caused Sam to trip over a leg of a chair in his haste.
Thump Thump Thump Whoosh...
Dean felt his brother leave him. Why was he leaving? Was he dying? Sure felt like it. With his eyes closed tight he never seen Sam's lips moving. With no physical touch trying to comfort him, his hand slithered back to his chest, nails digging into rough surface, warm liquid coating his cold fingertips, skin and juice embedding underneath his fingernails.
Falling flat on his stomach Sam's face landed into the object he was in search for. At least the object holding what he was searching for. He scrambled up on all fours, grabbing the strap so tightly he ripped carpet from floor. He stood tall, turning, two strides he was back by his brother's side, dumping all contents by tipping it upside down and shaking it vigorously.
When a bottle of aspirin dropped out and rolled under the bed, he threw his backpack clear across the room and scrambled for the plastic container.
He flicked the cap off with so much force tiny pills sprayed out of the circular opening, sprinkling across Dean's bloodied body, the bloodied bedspread he lay gasping on, the filthy motel floor that was way worse than the prison they were held in that started this mess!
On his knees, his own heart pounding, he dropped the bottle and snatched two pills from the bedspread and forced Dean into a semi sitting position by cupping tightly behind his neck and forcing him upward.
"I need you to do this for me. Chew these Dean." There was no time for water. He used one finger to pry Dean's lips apart, then two to wedge his teeth apart. He managed to drop both tablets into his mouth before Dean bit down hard on reflex. "Chew Dean," he grunted ignoring his own physical pain.
Jessica once told him aspirin would significantly improve the chances of surviving a heart attack. He had no time to thank her. He had no time for prayer. He had no time to tell Dean he lied to him. He had no time for anything except saving Dean.
"CHEW!"
TBC...