[ it's the same as always; he crawls out of the pod, takes a moment or two to not throw up all over the place thanks to the tube jammed down his throat during the jump, gets up and finds a shower, and then gets dressed before venturing about to make sure everyone he cares about -- sam, jo, cas, charlie -- are all still there and okay.
he doesn't get far with that part of his routine, not when he finds sam out of his pod and bleeding furiously all over the slick floor, blood gushing out in a way dean only remembers ever happening once before--
it stops him short for a moment, dread filling up icy cold and fast, freezing him to the spot for a mere half second. he's had nightmares of sam disappearing again, only to be found dead after a jump. of sam running off into the halls never to come back and dean left wondering where how why like the firs time. he's played out a lot of scenarios despite trying not to, most ending with blood and death-- but this. this is a memory from home he never thought for some reason would follow him here-- follow sam here. all this time though, he should have know it might come up. ]
Sam--
[ dean's there a second later, hands on his brother to steady him, to-- something. but blood is pouring out in quantities that can't be normal, and he's not-- he doesn't know what to do.
one hand comes to the side of sam's face, to get focus, to get some kind of recognition that he's not too late yet, the other sliding over the wound in a pathetic attempt to stop it from bleeding. ]
Shit, shit-- I got you, okay, just-- hold on. Stay with me. [ he'll fix this, somehow, he'll fix it--
his voice cracks a fraction as he whips his head, looking for something, someone who can do something, who can fix his brother from bleeding all over the floor. it's also in that second he calls out just as he's done a hundred times back home, screams his thoughts in one general angel's direction in the only way he knows that might help.
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he doesn't get far with that part of his routine, not when he finds sam out of his pod and bleeding furiously all over the slick floor, blood gushing out in a way dean only remembers ever happening once before--
it stops him short for a moment, dread filling up icy cold and fast, freezing him to the spot for a mere half second. he's had nightmares of sam disappearing again, only to be found dead after a jump. of sam running off into the halls never to come back and dean left wondering where how why like the firs time. he's played out a lot of scenarios despite trying not to, most ending with blood and death-- but this. this is a memory from home he never thought for some reason would follow him here-- follow sam here. all this time though, he should have know it might come up. ]
Sam--
[ dean's there a second later, hands on his brother to steady him, to-- something. but blood is pouring out in quantities that can't be normal, and he's not-- he doesn't know what to do.
one hand comes to the side of sam's face, to get focus, to get some kind of recognition that he's not too late yet, the other sliding over the wound in a pathetic attempt to stop it from bleeding. ]
Shit, shit-- I got you, okay, just-- hold on. Stay with me. [ he'll fix this, somehow, he'll fix it--
his voice cracks a fraction as he whips his head, looking for something, someone who can do something, who can fix his brother from bleeding all over the floor. it's also in that second he calls out just as he's done a hundred times back home, screams his thoughts in one general angel's direction in the only way he knows that might help.
cas-- ]
Cas, I need you to-- get here right now.