My Brother's Keeper

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Title: My Brother's Keeper
Author:  prism_writer
Characters: Dean, Sam
Genre/pairing: Gen
Rating: PG
Word-count: 1,105 words.
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Summary: Sam and Dean are attacked by a group of angry hunters.
Notes: Written for hoodie_time Writing Between the Lines challenge, for “Dean, we’ve gotta get out of here. Can you walk?”

“I just took a bullet in both of my kneecaps, Sam. And you’re asking me if I can walk? Sure! Thought I might stop and do the damn tango on the way out, too!” by neonchica  .
Disclaimer: As much as I wish upon that star... They are still not mine...
Authors Note: I really wanted to make sure this was absolutly, totally perfect and with no spelling/grammer mistakes before I posted it, but deadlines freak me out, so this is my end result. :)


“Dean, watch out!” Sam shouted, whipping the gun toward his brother and pulling the trigger. The top of a gravestone a dozen feet behind Dean exploded into a million pieces of cement as Sam’s shot stopped the hunter advancing on his brother. The man whirled and blasted two shots at Sam who dove to the ground behind a large grave stone.

Sitting with his back against the cool cement, Sam reloaded his double barreled sawn-off quickly and snapped the barrel shut. Cautiously, he leaned his head around to look back toward his brother and the six other men.

In the dim moon light he could see two of the men approaching Dean from behind and two angling toward his front. The other two weren’t in sight and Sam stood quickly emptying the shotgun at the two men coming up behind Dean.

His brother flinched but didn’t turn and clipped off a few bullets at the men in front of him from his pistol. Sam could see his brother inching backward toward him and he started forward to cover the distance, knowing they could work better if they were together.

Before he could get three steps, both of the men he hadn’t seen before leapt on him, bringing him to the ground hard, knocking the shot gun from his grasp and in the process bashing his head against the closest stone.

“Sam!” His brother’s shout was almost instantaneous, and he moved toward Sam faster.

A hard fist was thrown at his face and Sam brought up his arms quickly to deflect it, his head already throbbing where he hit the grave stone. In doing so he exposed his mid-section and a steel fist landed square in his stomach, exploding his breath from his lungs. His legs automatically jerked up to protect his stomach but one of the men sat heavily on them, rendering them useless.

The gun shots behind him grew closer with every second that Sam could easily count as he struggled to regain the breath he’d lost.

Two rifles were emptied at the same time and Sam heard Dean cry out as he was hit and could almost feel the earth vibrate slightly as his brother hit the ground hard among the grave stones.

Suddenly Sam’s breath rushed back and he swung his bent arm in a wide arch, slamming the closest man in the head with his elbow. The man grunted and toppled over, jumping to his feet a few seconds later.

The second man is easier to dump once Sam had gotten the weight of the first man off his legs and he quickly scrambled to his feet. Before the men could attack again, a low almost hollow moan sounded through the grave yard.

It seemed to creep along the ground and curl around the edges grave stones and all the men froze in their tracks.

The noise grew louder for an instant and then disappeared completely. That was enough to get the six men to scatter quickly, seeming to merge into the fog as they flee.

The night remained silent and the darkness seemed to hang heavy in the air as a cloud passed slowly over the moon, hiding it almost completely from view. Dean’s heavy breathing was the only noise in the air now.

Sam turned in a slow circle, peering carefully into the darkness beyond the graveyard. Everything was silent and Sam cautiously backed up until he was beside his brother. “Dean, we’ve gotta get out of here. Can you walk?”

“I just took a bullet in both of my kneecaps, Sam. And you’re asking me if I can walk? Sure! Thought I might stop and do the damn tango on the way out, too!” Dean voice was tight with pain as he shot back gruffly at his younger brother.

“Come on, Dean, I’m serious,” Sam pressed impatiently, turning to look down at his brother who lay tense on the ground, his hands twitching inches above his blood soaked legs.

“Yeah, and so am I,” Dean glowered and corrected himself reluctantly when Sam’s eyebrows rose. “Okay so maybe I exaggerated a little bit but a bullet in both thighs is almost just as bad.”

Sam moved to pick up the shotgun which lay a few feet away and tucked it against the crook of his elbow, feeling the warm metal press through his shirt sleeve. “Well if you're fine with being shot into a million pieces by angry hunters, then yeah, stay right there. Lying on your back in the middle of a grave yard.” He reached down to help his brother to his feet but as soon as Dean put any pressure on either leg, waves of intense heat surged up and down his limbs and he fell back with a loud hiss between clenched teeth.

“I can’t, Sam,” he insisted, his eyes rolling from the pain of trying to get up.

Moving quickly but carefully, Sam slipped one arm under Dean’s shoulders and the other below his knees. “And not to mention being attacked by that creepy whatever–that-thing-was that moaned.”

“Sammy, quit touchin’ me,” Dean barked, arching his back slightly to get his brothers hands off him.

Sam frowned and he tightened his grip on his brother. “Well, you’re not helping any you know. So quit complaining.” He ordered, clambering unsteadily to his feet, hitching up Dean’s body so it was held tight to his chest.

“Dude, I’m not a baby! Put me down!” Dean demanded immediately.

Sam glanced around the dark graveyard quickly before starting for the low, white fence that surrounded the large cemetery. “Yeah, well you sure are acting like one. Now shut up.”

Dean pressed one hand against Sam’s shoulder and tried to slide out of his brother’s grasp. “Damn it, Sam. Put me down. Now.”

Sam’s grip tightened as he tripped and almost fell. “Dude! Seriously, hold still or I’m going to drop you. You know you won’t be able to walk.”

“I’m gonna kill you when we get back to Bobby’s,” Dean threatened under his breath and turned his head straight to glare at the blackness in front of him. He could now see the dim outline of his Impala through the trees and a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, but was quickly wiped away when Sam stumbled over a tree root and had to tighten his large hands over Dean’s legs.

A familiar profanity slipped out between his clenched teeth as he gripped Sam with both hands now to keep himself steady and Sam rolled his eyes. “Jerk,” he muttered in reply.

Comments

[greeneyes-fan.livejournal.com]

OMG YAY for carrying Dean!

[neonchica.livejournal.com]

Man! Do I love me some hurt Dean - hellz yeah! Thanks so much for writing this - you did a great job!

[prism-writer.livejournal.com]

hehe thanks! wow! I'm so glad you liked it! I love carried!Dean too :)

[maypoles.livejournal.com]

Oh, how much do I love carried!Dean? Let me count the ways. ♥

Nice job. Thanks so much for participating in this challenge.

[prism-writer.livejournal.com]

thank you! hehe this is the first SPN fic i'v ever written. :)

I'm glad I actually decided to participate. it's so fun! and not really as hard as I first thought it was going to be.

[myspn-addiction.livejournal.com]

Oooh LOVE it! Dean can be such a whiny baby when he wants to be. haha Whoohoo carried!Dean! <3 lol Awesome job sis!