Use Your Illusion
By Carol M.
E/O Drabble challenge…pull and grate double drabble…Dean wakes up badly injured in the hospital and wants Sam to get him the hell out…hurt!Dean
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Don't own them, only love them
Spoilers: none…can take place any time
Note: So I had an incident last week that landed me in the E.R. and resulted in emergency surgery and a five day hospital stay. All is fine now and I will be fully recovered in a few weeks. Kind of gave me a new respect for Dean and how much I and other author's put him through with our hurt!Dean fan fiction antics. Poor guy. Kinda made me feel bad about it. For like a day. I'm over it now. Here's a double drabble combining this week's and last week's word, which I missed due to being hurt!Carol. Great to be back! Missed participating and reading everyone's offerings!
Enjoy!
Dean's eyes fluttered open and for one heart stopping moment, he had no idea where he was or what the hell was going on. Then he felt the stinging pull of the I.V. stuck in his hand and heard the grating beeps and whirs of the machines tracking his vitals and pumping fluids, antibiotics and pain medicine into him. He could smell the pungent sanitization of the room and a whiff of the pizza Sam had snuck in for him earlier, even though he couldn't really eat it. He saw the blink of light from the computer in Sam's lap, continually illuminating his little brother's face where he slept in a tiny chair next to his bed. Like he had the last four nights. Ever since the Wendigo attack.
"Sammy!"
Sam jumped awake, nearly falling to the floor. "Dean!"
"Dude, get me out of here," Dean pleaded, shifting impossibly against the pain and bandages and machines that restrained him. "I gotta get outta here."
"Whoa, whoa, calm down, man," Sam soothed. "Go back to sleep."
"Wanna get out, Sam," Dean murmured, tuckering out. "Gotta bust me out."
"Alright Dean, let's go. Let's bust you out."
Dean's eyes drifted shut. "M'ready."
That's All Folks!