Hey guys!
Sorry it took me so long for an update. But you know, I just found out that it will be Christmas on the 24th... duh!!!
Well, I hope you're still with me - and the boys... and here's the next chapter. We're almost there... you maybe have to wait for only one update. So. That's the good news ;)
Here we go!
He'd heard the order. He'd recognized the voice immediately. He'd tried to comply, but he couldn't.
Something was wrong. He felt oddly. Everything was in cotton. His brain was shooting commands, he couldn't obey.
Then someone touched his shoulder. He tried to scream out, tried to scramble away, but there was no strength to fight left.
He could hear his heart now. DU-DUMM... DU-DUMM... was it supposed to beat this slow, while he seemed to be paralyzed by fear. DU-DUMM... wasn't he supposed...
He felt hands on his face and inside his mind he cried out in pain, as his head was tilted backwards.
And then he felt the oxygen that filled his lungs. Again... and again... and again... it seemed to go on forever. His senses came back to him slowly. He suddenly could understand some of the panted words that were spoken, while air was again forced into his lungs.
And two suddenly stood out, were repeated over, and over again. Right before another breath was breathed for him.
"Breathe, Dean!"
He had forgotten to breathe!!!
His eyes suddenly snapped open and he wheezed as he inhaled, starting to cough as the cold air tickled his throat. Again he drew in a breath, as he blinked to get his vision into focus.
He stared up into the brown eyes of his father who in return looked down at him.
...
John haunched beside his oldest, looking down into the slightly unfocused, foggy eyes, tears threatening to fall, as one hand lingered on Dean's chest, feeling the rapid up and down, as Dean breathed.
His other hand had moved into Dean's hair, keeping his head tilted a little.
"That's it, Dean. In and out. Slow down... deep breath... breathe Dean... that's it..."
It seemed to take forever, before he could feel the rising and falling to even out, to come more natural, and all this time, he knelt there, one hand entwined in Dean's hair, the other placed on his chest.
"Let's get you outta here, okay?" he asked, feeling the slight nod Dean managed, followed by a frown and the mouthed word John already had waited for: "Sam"
"Bobby? How's Sam doing?" John asked over his shoulder.
"He's okay for the moment." came the husky reply from the older hunter.
Before John could do as much as pass forward the information all hell broke loose.
Fed from a sudden burst of power Dean pushed out of his hands, coming staggering to his feet, and managed to stalk towards Bobby his eyes burning in a deadly rage.
...
It was frightening. Bobby scrambled to his feet, moving backwards, away from the younger man, but he wasn't fast enough.
He could almost sense the first blow, that hit him straight in the face. Followed by another, and another, and another. Then, finally he was able to block the next hit.
"Dean..." he managed to splutter, before all air left his body as Dean kneed him, sending his upper body forward. Another hit between the shoulder-blades send him face down to the ground, and in a haze he felt being turned to his back, a heavy weight hitting him, forcing him to exhale and he stared at the silver blade that shone in Dean's hand.
"It... was... him." The words were, panted, husky, tired but laced in barely contained fury.
And only then Bobby could see the hand that wound around Dean's wrist, keeping him from pushing the knife forward.
"What are you saying?" John's voice was calm and dangerous.
"He... the cross..." Dean's eyes flickered from the man underneath him to his dad.
"Dean..." it was only a breathed whisper, that turned Dean's attention back to Bobby.
"I've been influenced..."
Dean's eyes turned even darker: "Influenced my ass!" he growled.
"Sam..."
All eyes turned at Bobby's whispered word.
...
Everything was forgotten. The knife clattered to the ground, his wrist was released, as his dad and he started for Sam at the same time.
The youngest Winchester stood there, deathly pale, sweaty curls plastered on his forehead, his legs shaking under him.
John and Dean managed to catch him just in time.
SPNSPN
He was floating.
From far away he could hear someone barking orders. He couldn't tell whose voice it was. He couldn't understand the words.
The floating sensation grew and thinking began to get difficult. He wondered what was happening to him. And that brought another thought. What had happened to his brother? Dean. Was he alright? He could feel the change in him at the name of his brother, and he held onto that little spark.
Something hit his chest. Hard. And he inwardly cringed at the pain. But with the pain came more of his senses back. Pain was good.
Only seconds later he decided pain wasn't good. It hurt. Gawd, did it hurt. Make it stop. Please!
Again something hit into his chest and from one second to another his hearing set in. He heard the screeching sound of something near his head and his eyes snapped open, as life suddenly slammed completely back into his body.
He was dizzy and nauseated, his head lolling to his side as he gasped in and out lung-fulls of air. The screeching had turned into a much softer beeping sound.
A hand suddenly touched his forehead and he tried to focus his gaze on the person that was bent over him.
"Everything's good now. We gave you something against the pain, it will be better soon. You really scared us for a moment, beauty-eyes." She smiled down at him, her green eyes shining. And that let him remember what he needed to know.
He could feel the effect of the medication set in and warmth and a bone-weariness spread through him, numbing all pains he was in. He blinked hard and took a breath, trying to resist sleep as he whispered: "Dean..."
Her smile seemed to grow for a moment.
"Don't worry about him, honey. He's just fine. Sleep now..." and already he gave in to the pull of sleep.
TBC...
Sorry, that's it for this chapter. Hope you liked it??? Thanks for reading! And: "Keep the candles burning!" :D