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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

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.

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.

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