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Dean has one rule with hunts.
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24 Jul 2023
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All Dean knows is that Rowena got mad at him for asking her in a bad Scottish accent to “stop bitchin' and get witchin'”, felt her eyes fall on him like a hawk on a tundra rabbit, and then woke up lying in the snow in the middle of nowhere.
As hypothermia starts to gnaw away at his consciousness, Dean can only think about how pretty the world would be if the sky was the same shade of blue as Cas' eyes.
Wouldn't that be a beautiful world?
Castiel blue.Bookmarked by Deansraven
30 Nov 2019
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I was supposed to be sleeping when the image of unconscious!Sam being protected by badly hurt!Dean came into my mind and yeah. This is it.
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Dean held the machete up in his left hand, right arm still hanging uselessly by his side, trying to ignore the bright throbbing with every heartbeat. He stood protectively in front of Sam, who was out cold but not any more injured than that as best as Dean could tell. His strength was waning as quickly as the blood was steadily trickling out of his chest, and it was taking all of his willpower to stay standing. Almost all of his weight was on his good leg, knee tipping on the precipice of buckling from underneath him.This didn't look good.
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04 Nov 2019
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Tag to 5.16 “Dark Side Of The Moon”; pre-series. Spring/summer of 2001; Dean is 22; Sam turns 18 during the story.
“You ran away on my watch. I looked everywhere for you. I thought you were dead! And then when Dad came home….”
Leave, but don’t leave me….
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- Part 1 of Flagstaff To Stanford
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27 Sep 2019
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With a final creak, the car nose went down and he plummeted about 20 feet to the ground below.. He could only scream in agony as his leg was impaled further, as the roof of the car crunched under the force of the fall, his head cracked hard against the ceiling and the already enclosed space became as tight as a tomb.
He was upside down, still buckled, there was blood dripping into his eyes from somewhere, probably his leg. There was a horrible pain in his back because he was bent at an odd angle. The seat had bent farther forward, pinning his chest against the steering wheel, he thought he could see a bone protruding from his right leg.
Everything was oddly silent now, he couldn’t hear the rain, or the wind. There was no sound of thunder, no flashes of lightning. He thought he heard the faint sound of sirens but he was too sleepy to care. He felt like he couldn’t keep his eyes open.
"Sam... I'm sorry..."
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20 Sep 2019