Supernatural – Broken

Disclaimer: Nothing new, just the usual I love to hurt, torture, kiss and caress the guys before I send em back.

An Adaptation: from Sade Lyrate's Broken, Chapter 53 of Shards, Shreds, Scraps.

He tried to ignore the burn in his back, and-

don'tthinkaboutthat

His legs wouldn't cooperate, his whole body ached, his cell could have been on the Moon instead of mere feet away.

The afterimage of a supernova flared within his skull as he crawled, the gravel biting into the palm of his left hand. A move, another, the pain aggravated by each pull. Short bursts of breath, his head swimming, the siren song of sleep ever stronger.

The familiar form under his fingers sent a quick praise tumbling through his sluggish mind, past bruised lips.

He flopped against the wall on his side, teeth clenching at the spikes the tiles' roughness drove into his nerves, hand clutching the little device like the straw it was. A deep breath, sea urchins within his lungs, and he flipped open the cell, slick fingers slipping over the speed dial.

"This is Dean Winchester. If this is an emergency-"

No.

He sucked in a breath that felt too much like a sob, waited for the recorded message to play out. Prayed Dean'd pick up the damn phone!
Unmistakable beep, mocking him just like his body, lips unfamiliar as he sought to form words, eyes closing as he concentrated on what he knew, what he needed, what he had to do.

Somewhere along the line, he forgot to open them again

Just before or Just after --

Dean leant against the counter and smiled at the twenty-something young waitress giving her his most charming smile. She was cute that was for sure in a small town mid-American kind of way, with soft features and the prettiest smile he had ever seen. None of the pretentious looks of a looks and appearance obsessed girl from the larger cities across the country, well for that matter across the world. No Sherry is pretty with gentle curves and long legs that went on forever. With coppery red hair and bright sky-blue eyes and dimples to rival Sam's.

The thought of Sam brought Dean's attention back to the task at hand, what to get for dinner. 'So Sherry what do you suggest?' he drawled out the question enjoying the dainty blush staining her porcelain skin.

'Today's special is really nice, especially if you like a good chilli.' Sherry said her voice slightly breathy, this young stranger's sudden appearance at the café made her day. After a torturous break-up earlier that day, Sherry didn't even want to come to work but now she was so glad she did. She knew that he was a blow-in. Coming in to get a meal and then gone again, just passing through but his obvious charm and flirting helped to heal the long dark welts across her heart. Someone was actually paying her attention, the right kind of attention.

'Chilli?' Dean started to salivate at the thought; he hadn't had a good chilli for a helluva long time. 'You sold me Sherry, I'll get two chillies with all of the trimmings, and umm two serves of fries and eww one salad.' Dean added knowing Sam's preference for something remotely healthy.

'Two serves?' Sherry's smile faded slightly and she went back to her robotic waitress mode of existing at work. He must be married or the significant other, too good to be true.

'Yeah my brother is waiting for me back at the motel.' Dean grinned oblivious to the inner turmoil of his latest potential conquest.

'Oh you have a brother?' Sherry breathed her face reddening even more, 'older or younger?'

'Younger, though he is a bit of a sasquatch,' Dean grinned conspiratorially at Sherry, 'he's mucking around on his computer.'

'Ah I umm have a younger sister, maybe the four of us could hook up sometime?' Sherry asked startling herself; she had never been so forward with a man before. Especially one she had only just met.

'Sounds like a plan ... Sherry,' Dean gave her a wider grin; 'I'm Dean by the way.'

'Hey Dean, so what's your brother's name?'

'Sammy, but he prefers Sam dunno why but he seems to think Sammy sounds like a chubby twelve year old.'

'Sigh I know what it is like with younger siblings, Elizabeth my sister used to get Libby until she decided that Libby sounds like a chubby twelve year old too.'

The two older siblings laughed in a completely conspiratorial and relaxed way, Sherry wrote her number down on one of the napkins she placed in the bag with the rest of the food, 'it's been wonderful meeting you Dean.' She said with a genuine smile.

'Same here Sherry, I hope we'll be in town long enough to get to know you and your sister.' Dean replied replacing his usual lecherous smile with a warm one letting it spread to his sparkling olive-green eyes. 'Catch ya soon, very soon.' He said as he paid for their meals leaving Sherry a nice sized tip he grabbed the bags and headed to the local bottle shop thinking of a cool beer to have with their chilli.

Sherry watched Dean as he got into the impala before going to ring Libby; she had to tell her nerdy little sister about Dean and the possibility of her and Libby hooking up with Dean and his brother Sam.

As Dean put the key into the ignition he stopped fingers hovering, his inner Sam alert sounded. Turning the rumbling engine off again he sat behind the wheel and sighed, perhaps he was just overtired, his hand moved of its own volition to the ignition when he glanced down at his cell phone on the front seat. Chewing his lip, he tried to think of some inane reason of why he was ringing already without Sam thinking that he was being the great overprotective brother again. The last time he did that did not go down very well and another argument ensued. Then again, they were always arguing lately so what difference does it make?

'Dammit Sammy you should know by know to leave your phone on.' Dean growled aloud into the phone after listening to that mechanoid sounding recorded message stating that the cell phone was either out of range or turned off and then Sam's bright and cheery message clicked on. After hitting the end button Dean stared at the inanimate object in his hand, did he really leave that message for his brother? He hadn't realised that he spoke let alone left a message for Sam.

'Good one Dean, now you'll probably walk straight into a Sam diatribe.' Dean grinned then, 'dude you just said diatribe, shame Sam's not here to hear it coz he aint gonna believe ya.' Hitting the speed dial Dean waited for the recorded messages to finish and then left a message that one could vaguely describe as a thinly veiled attempt at an apology.

Turning the volume up on AC/DC's Thunder Struck Dean pulled out of the car park and headed towards the one and only bottle shop in town. His thoughts still drifting to his younger brother, lately Sam seemed to have a knack lately of finding the smallest thing to needle Dean with until he got a snapping response. Maybe he has been with Dean too long and starting to pick up his brother's nasty habits. Nah, that would never happen, he could never see Sam leaning against a counter chatting up a very pretty waitress without a body blush and induced stammer.

The image of Sam covered head to toe in a deep red embarrassed blush and stammering through a conversation with the delectable Sherry sent Dean off in a series of uncontrolled giggles.

Swearing suddenly he swerved to miss the idiot jumping in front of his car, his giggles all gone, swallowed by the curtness of his cussing. Wrenching the wheel to right the car again as the tyres hit gravel. He caught a glimpse of the laughing face in his rear vision mirror before the tree trunk loomed in front of him and he fought to prevent his baby from getting a nasty shiner.

The impala came to a shuddering halt jammed against the tree trunk, splintered wood and bark rained down on the vehicle, the tree listing with pain bent towards the offending man-made weapon but still stayed firm in the life-giving soil. Dean groaned and slowly became aware of a permeating scent of spilt chilli and beer flooding through the interior of his car. His fingers probed the split on his forehead and the warm stickiness dribbling from it.

'Damn it, Sammy?' he looked around expecting to see his lanky-framed brother sprawled across the bench seat. Frowning when he didn't see him Dean tried to remember where he was and where Sam ... no he's back at the motel doing whatever with the computer while Dean went on the food run. Fingers fumbled with the cell phone, it was still intact, but why was there two phones?

Breathe heavy in his bruised chest Dean climbed over the front seat and out of the passenger side door. The world span around him dizzily as he climbed out into the fresh evening air. 'Sammy!' he yelled as he tried to work out where he was, this was not the road to the motel. 'Sammy!'

TBC