Chapter 2
It didn't take long for Dean to feel something again. Although he couldn't open his eyes anymore. He felt the ground melting away from under his body. He was floating. And then again. He was not.
Limp and helpless Dean remained lying. He felt the cold hands around his throat finally disappear. And could vaguely hear a laughing voice disappear. With closed eyes he heard rattle on the tiles. Glass crackled under her soles. The demon laughed again, followed by a resounding scream. Dean, who was still semi-conscious listened to it. He knew what was happening. The demon left the dead body. In the sudden silence Dean heard a thud. The waitress dropped dead on the ground. Beside him. Panting Dean opened his eyes a moment. But everything was black. A terrible pain in his stomach made Dean closed his eyes again. His heart pounded in his throat and his head felt empty. Something burned in the back of his throat. His body struggled to breathe again. And when he failed at the attempt to take a deep inhale he passed out completely.
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"Dean? Can you hear me? Dean you're awake, thank God, man!" cried the familiar voice of his younger brother in relief. Some feeling came back into his body, slowly. He felt the oppressive cold ground beneath him. When Dean blinked against the dark everything changed into weird gray shapes. Slowly but surely he recognized the face of Sam.
"S'mmy ..." Dean whispered softly. He should not have done that. A severe pang drove through his whole body. A hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder.
"Hey, Whoa whoa whoa. Calm down, Dean. You have a big wound in your abdomen. I thought you were death a minute ago. What happened?" asked Sam. His anxious gaze darted from Dean to the space around him. Dean also made an effort to look around. The smells were terrible. He was still in the Diner. With one hand he searched the place where his pain came from. He bumped against Sam's hand. And his younger brother grabbed him soothingly.
"Careful, man. You don't wanna touch that. It's deep. But you're doing okay. I'm with you. But, Dean... I hate to say It. But I think I'm calling an ambulance. Your blood pressure is far too high." When he tried to breathe slowly his neck burned in pain. And when Dean wanted to nod his eyes closed almost automatically from exhaustion. But before he realized what had happened, and he heard Sam find his phone, Dean was startled awake.
"N-no," he cracked his weak voice. His eyes darted right off from the pain. But his hand squeezed Sam's hands as resistance. Sam sighed. Rather shocked at this reaction. What was he doing? Dean's sudden opposition could be some kind of infinite frustration from the fear of the hospital. But then again. Dean never acted this anxious. Sam felt a stone drop in his stomach from concern.
"Dean, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Tsk ... stupid of me... Of course you have pain," Sam muttered softly. Dean sighed and resisted equally. His gurgling breathing noise made Sam even more concerned. He looked into his big brother watery eyes.
'Demon Blood, Sam …" he said with all his strength. It was weak and he barely understood himself. But Sam had received it loud and clear. Dean moaned his most difficult pain away and gasped as he felt a hand under his neck. Sam held his head slightly up so Dean could look at him. His big brother looked shocked at him. "Demonblood, hah? Damned," muttered Sam. Dean gave him a nod and gasped in pain. His neck was swollen and sore from the demon's grasp.
"My God, Dean. I'm sorry." Dean blinked his eyes. The dark haze came back. And again his head was slowly deposited on the ground.
"It's okay, Dean. Calm down. I'm with you. We will solve this, man. Keep on breathing. I will leave your head on the ground, okay?" Dean nodded again softly because he couldn't speak. His body relaxed for a moment. But it did a number on his consciousness and he faded away shortly after that.
Dean knew what was going on with him. He was poisoned.
He felt the demonblood burn through his veins. He was so worked up. His pulse was palpable accelerated. Pain shoots chased throughout his body. It did something to him. He felt it. He felt fear. He felt hatred. It washed over him more and more with each heartbeat. And the worst part was that he could not stand up for this and fight this thing. It was in his own body. It scared him.
Dean was startled awake by a pain shot and saw Sam still crouched beside his side. He was still in the Diner. He hadn't been gone out long. Dean sighed. By now his brother were pressing his large hands on his abdomen wound to stop the bleeding.
"We need to go to Bobby, Dean. It is only fifteen minutes from here, "said Sam. He watched his older brother with concern. Thinking that Dean wasn't up for traveling, yet. They needed help.
In the meantime Dean felt some relieve in him. They were on their way through bobby's. They were just going to go to grab a bite.
"No. I call Bobby first to come to us. He has a bus. That is better for you wound. Dean? Dean! Everything is okay, man?" Sam's worried face watched him closely. There were tears in his eyes, but he didn't cry. Meanwhile Sam had already found his phone. Groaning by the strange feeling in his body, Dean still manages to give him a strong nod.
The hand which was pressed on his stomach gently rubbed over his unwounded skin surface. It was a soft soothing motion from Sam to let Dean know that he was there for him.
Dean knew. And he knew that if he wouldn't say anything about it, that it was too chickflick stuff, Sam was getting even more worried for him. So he opened his mouth. But the only thing that was out was: "Bitch." Sam looked surprised at him from the search work on his mobile phone and laughed.
"Glad you still in there somewhere Jerk." With one hand he rubbed Dean's shoulder as he pressed the phone to his ear.
Dean took a deep breath. Yet another twinge overpowered his body and it stiffened Dean equally. With his hands he hit flat against the dirty floor to respond to it and bit his lip to keep his scream inside. He lost consciousness again.
TBC