Lights flashed as the gurney was pushed down the hall fast as the batmobile down the streets of Gotham. After Dr. Peirce had called for an operating room Dean had been moved to a said gurney and rushed out as Sam struggled to reach his brother as he was taken away. Nurses on each side were taking notes on Dean's status and communicating with short, concise statements.
This can't be good. thought Dean as the overhead lights seemed to run over him like a train runs over tracks.
Ooh, that tickled. Who knew that bleeding out could tickle... Even the constant pain was accompanied by sharp stabbing pains causing his back to arch then buckle inwards towards his stomach. This constant tug of war over Deans body had caused something to move and now a stream of blood flowed from below his rib cage, down his side and pooled at his back.
Where's Sammy? Dad? Dad will know where Sam is. Dad? Dean struggled with unconsciousness as well as reality as his mind would fade out and back in again as he would worry about his main priority since he was four.
But if Dad won't answer...Bobby? I just need to know Sam's okay. Dad too but I can't lose Sam. Bobby was with us. Where is he? Did Baby get parked safe? How's the upholstery? How's Sam?
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"Dad, follow them; go after Dean!" Sam pleaded with his father. John glanced up to look at Bobby under eyelashes that were almost the only characteristic his first born had gotten from him.
"Go on John. I've got this one if anything happens you'll know. You've got my word on it."