Hello! It has been a loooooooong time since I have written anything and feel very out of practice. Let me know what you think of this if you wish. Thanks.
Missing scene from 11x17 Red Meat.
As always I own NOTHING!
The most he can manage is a smartass comment before he watches Sam's small smirk fade, his eyes close and his legs give out as he folds in on himself to come an rest in an awkward heap on the floor, the gun slipping from his lax fingers to join him at the end of his descent.
Dean sits motionless, knowing he should already be at Sam's side but unable to muster enough strength to disentangle himself; to be freed from the weight of the man whose hands he can still feel around his throat.
His eyes roam, they take in the brutality and carnage of the hunter's existence, the evidence splayed out in gruesome technicolour all around him. He follows the pattern of it across the ground; from Sam's collapsed form to the pool of crimson oozing out from beneath the officer, the crater in his back sporting a nasty tapestry of skin and flesh and bone. Nausea starts to creep along his throat from deep in his gut, the acid burning its way upward just as a frenzied voice bellows through the eerily silent hall.
"Help! Somebody! We need help!"
Dean swallows rapidly to stave off the sickness that threatens to join the mix of fluids on the floor while he slowly, too slowly, tracks his gaze to the owner of that voice; to the petite, soft spoken woman who just watched her husband die. She now hovers beside Sam, checking his pulse while fighting off the emotions she tries to keep at bay, the ones written on her features as her eyes stay transfixed on the body of the man she loves, who she had to watch turn into a monster.
The bile burns as it climbs towards the surface, the horror and unfettered pain in her face breaking the seal and all he can do is turn his face away from hers as sickness pours from his lips to mingle with the blood and gore already marring the tiled floor.
His ribs explode in unison with his head as he finally whittles his way from the confines of the man's body to come up to his hands and knees, sweat coming on in earnest when the heat engulfs him whole.
TBC?