#immundus

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Immundus by slutfocate

[thenoctrium]

[boundlessmal]

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[ao3feed-destiel]

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by Immundus

Words: 495, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Polski

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel

Relationships: Destiel

Additional Tags: Oneshot, Destiel - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2fdeCg4

[rellapsus]

It felt like a dream, so unreal, so blurry as it floated along his subconscious. His hands shake, and his body stings from the cuts and bruises he had sustained. His eyes focused down at the body. A bloody pool circling  around their head like a halo. He hears foot steps shuffling behind him. He turns around slowly and faces his brother.

“It’s over, Sammy.”

[sonuva--bitch]

(Bruised meme): "Dean? Dean!" Sam calls, his brother's name all he can really manage past the shock stunting his system. He's seen some gruesome things, seen Dean in some pretty bad shape, but this... Large hands reach out, latching onto his brother's shoulders in an attempt to steady his quaking. Gingerly, he guides the other to a chair, so that he can flutter frantically over gaping, bleeding wounds. "What the hell happened to you? Talk to me, Dean. What's going on?"

Dean is disoriented & hurting. He's afraid, isn't too sure of where he is, and is having a hard time breathing.

He doesn't remember much of what happened. He doesn't remember his assailant's face, or voice, or where they came from. He stumbles & nearly trips when Sam helps him to a chair. He's thankful for the assistance, even if he'd never mention it - he was afraid his knees would give out. His face feels puffy & his eyes are swollen. His bruises are vast & varied, and cover a whole range of his body, from his temple, to his eye, to his cheek... to his wrist, to his belly, to his thighs. Dean hurts all over. His black eye is not so much black as it is a combination of grotesque yellows & pinks & greens. His lip's split. His high cheekbones are accented by dark bruises, and his hair's a mess, like someone's been pulling it.

                      ❝ Sam - ❞

Is all he can manage, and everything hurts to the point that he could cry, but he sucks it up & tries to zone out. He tries to focus on other things, like the fact that his baby made it out unscathed, or the high quality of the drink he'd had previous to the encounter. Someone across the room had ordered it for him. He'd caught them winking, and he'd smirked right back.

Dean should know better than to accept drinks from strangers.

His head's still foggy, but minor things start to click into place, and he bows his head & hunches forward. He's breathing heavily - there's an ache in his chest that he knows must be coming from his ribs. He wonders how many are broken. He gasps, trying to fill his lungs, but he feels too overwhelmed by the heat of the moment to do so, let alone answer Sam's frantic question. He clutches his belly with one hand & Sam's forearm with the other, and when the bile rises in his throat, he can't even manage to hold it back. He rocks forward & pukes - on his shoes, and Sam's, and on the floor. He splutters & coughs & mewls pathetically, still shaking like a leaf. He needs to get a hold of himself.

[twelvepxrcent-blog]

iimmundus started following you

"Hello. Are you looking for Elijah Stark, because he isn't in."   

                        The young vampire stared.

[violetvoodoo]