Written on the fly and posted without being proofed or beta’d. The muse struck and I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth. Comments and concrit gratefully received.
“What took you so
long?”
The words slip out of
Dean’s mouth unthinkingly, a natural reversion to the sarcasm that he usually
relies on. He and Sam stare at each other across the space between them, and
Dean has just enough time to be awed by how his little brother is barely able
to stand yet his gun hand is rock steady before Sam is crashing hard to the
floor, the gun skittering out his hand.
He can see that Sam is
in agony from his rounded shoulders, his head hanging and his hair falling in a
curtain around his face. Dean’s moving before he even realises it, lunging for
his brother and pulling him into his arms just like Sam did for him after their
run in with the soul eater. He feels the moment when Sam lets go, trusting that
his big brother will take care of things now.
And he feels it a
moment later when Sam loses his grip on consciousness.
Dean bellows for help,
and doors start opening cautiously and people who had been hiding from the
chaos start slipping out. He lays Sam down carefully, and pulls open his jacket
and shirt, nearly gagging at the sheer amount of blood. How his brother made it
from the cabin all the way back to the clinic is beyond him. He’s always known
that Sam is the stronger of the two of them, but he is truly dumbfounded by
this.
Hands start pushing
him out of the way and he has to fight down the urge to strike back, knowing
that it’s the doctors and nurses who can save his brother’s life, but it’s a
close thing. A gurney is rolled up and it takes several of them to lift Sam
onto it, and then they’re gone, disappearing behind the swinging doors at the
end of the hall.
He looks down the hall
at Michelle, and their eyes meet. She’s still cowering on the floor where she
fell when her husband tried to reason with her, and she doesn’t look like she’s planning on moving anytime soon. Dean goes to her and reaches down a hand. Michelle looks
at it before taking it, and he helps her stand. She falls into him and he wraps
his arms around her.
having rewatched it 2 days ago i can tell you with Some Precision:
sam’s shaking hands patching up his own bullet wound
dean all faux cheery ‘we’ll laugh about this later sam’ as he extracts the bullet
sam referring dean over to the wounded civilians despite having just been SHOT IN THE STOMACH
dean’s absolute outrage as corbin suggests leaving sam behind
dean ‘i’m going to make him a litter and we are going to CARRY him the rest of the way’ (fan art of this please can you imagine, sam reclining like a gray-faced roman emperor)
sam all shaky-voiced in that cabin ‘you guys go on without me… please…’ so sELF SACRIFICINGGGGGGG sam whyyy
frickadicking corbin chOKING SAM and sam’s face as he does it and the STONE COLD HORROR we all felt as it happened omfg what an amazing episode it was
dean out there in the trees so desperate getting angry with a branch and having to take a moment to compose himself A+ work from Jensen Ackles my man
that moment when you’re anticipating dean getting back to the cabin to find sam dead
dean devil-may-care pouring himself a handful of assorted poisons and knocking them back like tictacs
dean to michelle ‘if the doc can’t bring me back, no hard feelings, okay?’, crinkly-eyed reassuring but DEAD INSIDE ALREADY
dean foaming at the mouth
sam REVIVING WITH A WHEEZING GASP i died
the moment where sam stumbles and falls down the stairs all his legs everywhere SO MUCH HURT SAM
sam casually taking out two werewolves whilst bleeding heavily from the gut
sam’s little relieved collapse against the car once he gets to the impala, it’s like she’s alive and she’s his friend
the moment when dean hears sam’s voice on the phone and his shaky ‘oh thank god’
SAM SHOOTING GODDANG CORBIN like a BOSS
dean so casual ‘took you long enough’ a thin thin facade of cool over a BOILING LAVA VOLCANO of tearful relief
the way sam collapses in the hallway like a puppet with its strings cut
seriously that last moment slays me so bad
the crinkliness of sam’s wan face as he stumbles back to the car at the end of the episode
all the weight of knowledge and familiarity in sam’s question to dean (’what did you do, when you thought i was dead?’), dean’s answer (’i knew you weren’t dead’) (FOOLING NOBODY), and sam’s decision to just let it be
literally this episode by and of itself makes the whole of season 11 worthwhile. they should just have screened this episode every week. it’s like a fanfic come to life. if supernatural went this hard every week i wouldn’t even be able to hold down a job i would have to full time fangirl so hard
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