A/N: Pre-Pilot, while Sam's away at Stanford. Dean cusses. A lot.

Word Count: 100

Summary: E/O CHALLENGE. Drabble Word: Sheet. Rampant period abuse. Hurt!Dean, with comfort provided by none other than Big John Winchester.

POV: Dean Winchester

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. This is for entertainment only, not for profit.


…last thing I remember…fugly looked at me…

…everything went white…

…can't see…I can't…

….fuck ... can't…can't move my legs…

…son of a bitch…get your damn hands off me…

"Dean?"

Dad…where's…

"Dean? Easy, kiddo. It's okay. Dean!"

"D-Dad?"

"Yeah. Fugly's dead. We're at Bobby's place."

Bed. Lying down. Dad pulls the sheet back over me.

Still can't see a fucking thing…

"Washed your eyes out with holy water. Get some rest, son. Effect's temporary."

Dad holds my hand in the whiteness like I'm some damn little emo kid. 'm too tired to bitch about it.

But I don't pull away.

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