Author: J.A. Carlton PM
A string of grisly attacks lead Sam and Dean to Pennsylvania where an unexpected incident leaves one barely alive and the other missing. Hurt!Sam, Hurt!Dean, in almost every way.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Dean W. & Sam W. - Chapters: 10 - Words: 37,456 - Reviews: 124 - Favs: 31 - Follows: 47 - Updated: 10-30-08 - Published: 09-07-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4525364
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Madness – Chapter 1 – spn fic.
"B.P's 88 over 50 and falling... pulse is at 190 thready and fading fast. He lost a TON of blood."
Light stabbed him in the eyes one at a time sending shockwaves into his brain in spite of the fuzzy gray haze that looked like it was erasing the world. Some of that gray, the darker patches even seemed to be circling over head like vultures.
Sound rumbled somewhere in the distance, voices vibrating through him, maybe even through his very molecules. There was something sliding around behind the eraser marks in his vision and he thought maybe it was the world but for the moment he couldn't be sure.
Red suddenly spotted his vision and the rumbling noises took on tone. One of those tones was directed at him, kinda close.
Sam... please find my brother...
"What the hell did this? Did something escape from the zoo?" the ER attending demanded of the EMTs.
The eraser marks over the world grew darker and on his left a single constant note began to sound.
"Mmm, unnnnh... pl...s," he pushed tremulously at the gloves his brother's blood had made over his arms, "D... nuh..." he couldn't breathe. Air didn't seem to want to move into or out of his body. He shook his head violently, sweat and blood soaked hair slapping against his head, it couldn't be true, it just couldn't.
His heart felt like it was going to explode it was beating so fast, his vision swam and he would've sworn flames were licking his whole body. He could even see the piercing lances of light as if someone was shining them into his own eyes. They hurt his brain.
His head wanted to explode, the pressure was blinding and deafening, and he could have sworn he could feel the sutures of his skull moving, trying to give his brain room to breathe.
His chest quivered and the breath stopped in his throat as the world blinked out of existence.
DEAN!... what have I done?