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May. 2nd, 2014 10:41 amIt isn't quiet in the aftermath.
Dean's blood is pounding in his ears, almost a perfect doubletime to the frantic barks coming from the bathroom. Wind whips through the broken windows, scattering the remnants of what would have been dinner, and Dean lies in the heap he'd fallen in, blood beginning to tack where his hand still rests against the sigil.
He needs help.
He needs to help Cas.
Dean rolls onto his back with a ragged breath, broken ribs too sharp against his insides, and manages to extract his phone from his pocket.
His fingers won't cooperate, but after three tries, he gets close enough.
nd hlp my apt pls hurry
Text sent, Dean exhales, concentrating on the pain to keep from sliding into unconsciousness.
Dean's blood is pounding in his ears, almost a perfect doubletime to the frantic barks coming from the bathroom. Wind whips through the broken windows, scattering the remnants of what would have been dinner, and Dean lies in the heap he'd fallen in, blood beginning to tack where his hand still rests against the sigil.
He needs help.
He needs to help Cas.
Dean rolls onto his back with a ragged breath, broken ribs too sharp against his insides, and manages to extract his phone from his pocket.
His fingers won't cooperate, but after three tries, he gets close enough.
nd hlp my apt pls hurry
Text sent, Dean exhales, concentrating on the pain to keep from sliding into unconsciousness.
