A/N: Hey folks! So, now I'm back in the row! Yay! :P I don't know why and how my muse came up with this plot bunny. I think among all the hurt!Caleb-stuff I'm currently hooked with, I needed some nice little hurt!Dean again. *laughs madly*

100 Words on the dot! Yay!

And (as always) the hugest of huge thanks to my amazing beta Enkidu07. Honey, you're one of the sweetest people I've ever met! *smishes*

For the timeline – Pre-Stanford. Everything else is up to you.

WOTW: Lunge


Falling Slowly

A fierce shriek echoed through the growing darkness, mixed with the snapping of branches and Sammy's frightened outcry.


John raced back to the clearing, gun pointed, finger curled around the trigger.

His stomach dropped at the sight in front of him.

"Dad…" Dean said shakily, his eyes glassy and wide in his too pale face. Two arrows were deeply embedded in his side. His knees buckled.

John lunged forward, catching Dean before he could hit the ground, do more damage.

"I'm okay…" Dean mumbled breathlessly, his body trembling. Shock.

"Shit!" A breath. "Hang in there, Ace. I've gotcha."



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