Seven: Shades of Gray
Thru Terry's Eyes
leaned back in the stiff, uncomfortable chair and closed
his eyes. His head was splitting, his eyes burned, he
was sick to his stomach, he couldn’t stop coughing,
he was filthy and his clothes reeked of smoke. His face
and arms were peppered with tiny cuts from flying glass
and bits of debris, but after his third and violent
refusal of assistance he had been left to his own devices
as he waited, yet again, for someone to come tell him
if Sam was gonna be okay. No matter how crappy he felt
he was still doing better than Sam.
emergency room wasn’t crowded at three am, but
the few people and staff bustling about now cast him
nervous looks and wisely gave him a wide berth.
he pushed to his feet, muscles protesting, the smell
of himself just becoming too much for his stomach to
deal with. He coughed into his hands, clearing his throat
and wheezing. Moving slowly to the front desk he rolled
his eyes when the young girl behind the desk flinched
back at the sight of him. A far cry from the reaction
he usually got from pretty girls.
he began hoarsely. “I’m gonna go to the
men’s room and clean up a little, if the doctor
Mr. Winstead, right?” she consulted a clipboard
in front of her. Her face softened as looked at him
“Are you sure you don’t want to have one
of the doctors take a look at you?”
shook his head, tired of the argument, coughing into
his fist. “I’m fine. I just need to get
some of this off of me.”
nodded. “If the doctor comes before you get back,
I’ll page you. You can hear the speakers in the
bathroom.” She smiled uncertainly at him.
just be a few minutes, thanks.” He would have
smiled back but his face refused to cooperate.
* * * *
The bathroom was too bright and made his temples throb
when the light hit his eyes which in turn made his nausea
worse. He swore and turned off one bank of lights, preferring
his fist against his mouth until he got himself under
control, he finally leaned over the sink and studied
his blood flecked face with disgust. His eyes were totally
bloodshot, blinking felt like his lids were dragging
he could still see.
was just a simple salt and burn. This shouldn’t
have happened. Sam shouldn’t be here.
off his burnt over shirt and the t-shirt underneath,
he jerked the handle to the cold water and roughly started
to scrub the dirt and blood from his arm’s and
* * * *
coffin was under the floorboards of the old house, not
really much more than a pine box.
couldn’t get a good swing from his position and
dropped down next to the box, swinging the pickaxe with
enthusiasm, enjoying the crunch as the blade bit into
the dry old wood.
gagged as the coffin lid broke open, a thick, eye stinging
odor billowing out of the box, so strong it was almost
visible. He coughed helplessly, almost doubling over,
pulling back from the rank smell, eyes watering. He
stared into the casket in surprise.
withered corpse had a bizarre greenish glow that even
he found creepy. He’d never seen anything like
it in his not inconsiderable experience.
from him Sam also started coughing. “Holy crap!”
he exclaimed, pawing at his eyes. “Man, that stings!
Jeez, what the hell would make it glow like that?”
who cares?!” Dean replied, unnerved by the eerie
sight. “Let’s burn the mother and get outta
here! Where’s the salt?”
eyes were streaming and he couldn’t see a damned
thing. He could smell gasoline and hear it as Dean poured
it into the coffin. Rubbing roughly at his eyes, he
made out the canister of salt on the floor to the side
of his foot. He reached down to retrieve it, the burn
in his eyes getting stronger as he got closer to the
corpse. He shook out a large amount of salt over the
body, as Dean pulled himself out of the hole.
stepped back. Dean lit a match, pausing briefly as he
always did for reasons he could not have explained,
then flicked the flame into the makeshift grave, fascinated
by the green hued flames as they danced upwards.
turned away as the body was rapidly consumed, reaching
for the bag of tools. There was an odd, crackling pop
and he was thrown sideways by the force of the unexpected
explosion of heat and fury from the body lying in its
burning casket. A light brighter than the biggest road
flare ever burst outward from the hole, turning the
entire room a sick green-white.
against the wall where he had been tossed by the blast,
deafened and stunned, arms instinctively covering his
head, he was dimly aware of Sam yelling over the ringing
in his ears and the sting of numerous cuts peppering
his exposed skin. He could smell smoke and hear the
crackle of flames.
He rolled to a crouching position and squinted against
the waning green glow and the rising flames that were
eating at the old wood of the floor. “SAM!”
Sam croaked and Dean saw him then, lying on his side,
coughing, his arm over his eyes. Dean was horrified
to see Sam’s jacket was burning. He stumbled over
to Sam and roughly rolled him over, beating out the
flames. Luckily Sam’s multiple layers of clothing
protected him from any serious damage.
gotta get outta here!” Dean exclaimed, trying
to drag Sam to his feet and pull him to the door, kicking
the tool bag ahead of him and off the porch.
tried to help and between the two of them they managed
to stagger through the heavy smoke and out the door
where they literally fell down the steps and into the
dark yard, ending up tangled together on the cold ground.
groaned, coughing, laying there for a moment before
pulling himself free of Sam’s legs. He looked
back at the blazing building, the flames sporting a
greenish tinge. “What the hell was on that body?”
him Sam was still coughing, rubbing at his burning,
watery eyes, his face smudged with soot and trickles
of blood. He groaned and swore. “Agh…my
turned back and squinted at Sam's hunched form in the
shifting light. He pulled himself closer and clasped
Sam’s arm. “Sam, you okay?” he demanded,
trying to see in the flickering shadows. “Sam…what
is it? What’s wrong?” Dean’s already
thudding heart began to race.
was looking right at it when it blew up….”
for God’s sake…what?!” Dean forced
Sam’s hands away from his face and caught his
chin in his hand, his breath stopping as Sam’s
face was turned toward the unsteady light from the flames.
skin of Sam’s face was red and scorched looking,
especially around his scrunched closed eyes. The tears
that ran freely down his face left bloody tracks in
your eyes!” Dean barked.
can’t!” he cried. He did his best but Dean
finally used his own fingers to pry Sam lids open, unable
to stop the sound he made as he got a good look at the
milky clouds that covered Sam’s normally dark,
blue- green irises, swimming in pools of watery blood.
cried out, clapping his hands back over his eyes. “Dean…I
can’t see! God, it hurts!!!”
grabbed him and hauled Sam to his feet. “C’mon!
It’ll be okay, but we gotta get you some help!”
He pulled Sam along to the car and pushed him into the
knew they had no saline in the first aid kit so he jerked
up a half-drunk bottle of water and used it to soak
one of the motel towels they were always stealing and
throwing into the back seat to use as rags or bandages
as the occasion warranted.
at me!” he ordered, pulling Sam’s head back
and pouring the rest of the water into his eyes. Sam
yelled and tried to pull away but Dean’s fingers
were locked into Sam’s hair like iron. “Hold
still!” Dean snarled. He pressed the wet towel
over Sam’s eyes. “Hold that there!”
he helped Sam pull his legs into the car.
Sam complied, leaning forward, water dripping on the
legs of his jeans.
slammed the passenger door and ran to his side, leaping
under the wheel and had the engine going before the
door had shut.
The ride to
hospital in town was a nightmare. Dean’s own eyes
were burning and watering, making it difficult to see
and he was starting to feel sick, he knew whatever the
hell had been on that body was affecting him but compared
to Sam, who was twisting in pain, rocking back and forth
with the wet towel gripped to his face, making soft
sounds of pain, his own discomfort was nothing.
gonna be sick, Dean...” Sam groaned.
pulled over while Sam vomited helplessly, almost overcome
himself, trying not to listen or see, helped Sam back
into the car and gunned it forward.
on, Sam!” He said, “Just hang on.”
* * * *
Another twenty minutes oozed by after he returned from
the men’s room. He’d left his scorched shirt
in the trash and wore only the dark gray tee that had
been underneath. His jeans were still dirty and he still
smelled of smoke but it wasn’t as bad now. His
face and arms stung from the multitude of tiny cuts
but they were no big deal. He’d washed out his
eyes and that had helped a lot, they were still very
bloodshot but the sting had lessened considerably. The
pounding in his head, however, was almost overwhelming,
but he refused to acknowledge it. He took uneasy sips
of a coke he had gotten from the machine, trying to
settle his stomach.
impatiently, he squinted at the newspaper left in pieces
on the chair next to him, a local rag, called the Riverside
Daily News. Even worried and exhausted he shook his
head. Where the hell did people get the names for their
towns? He knew for a fact the closest thing to a river
within a hundred miles was the stream of water from
the old leaking water tower they’d seen at the
edge of town.
himself, one headline caught his eye and he turned the
paper so he could read it better.
upsurge in violence puzzles police and city officials—"
Winstead?” A soft voice beside him jerked Dean
to his feet.
how’s my brother? Can I see him? Is he okay?”
The words tumbled from his mouth unchecked and the woman
watching him smiled tolerantly and held up her hand.
Mr. Winstead, I’m Dr. Curtis. I just finished
examining your brother—"
Dean broke in, “Can I see him? I need to see him.”
Curtis paused as she started to speak, but then nodded
in the face of Dean’s obvious agitation. “Were
you caught in this explosion too? Has anyone had a look
shook his head impatiently; mistake. “I’m
fine, I just need to see Sam!”
nodded. “Of course, we can talk in the exam room.
He’s right down here.” She moved down the
hall with Dean hot on her heels.
took a breath as he followed her into the dimly lit
exam room. A nurse was taking some notes, talking softly
to Sam, patting him on the arm.
she looked up and moved aside, Dean stopped and bit
his lip, his mouth going dry. Sam was lying on the exam
bed, partially raised up, bare-chested with a light
blanket pulled over him. An IV ran to one arm and he
was hooked to some kind of monitor. His face was turned
toward Dean, his eyes and upper face covered with gauze
bandages, large pads over his eyes visible under the
wrappings. The skin Dean could see of his face and chest
was blotched red and white and dotted with butterfly
closures and antiseptic.
washed over him a flood. This was so his fault…
my brother come in now?” Sam was saying in a hoarse,
slightly slurred voice. The mark of a good pain killer.
released Dean from his freeze and he immediately crossed
the room and touched Sam’s arm.
right here, Sam. Sorry, they wouldn’t let me in
before. I tried.”
laughed softly, ending in a grimacing cough. “Yeah,
I heard.” He visibly relaxed now that Dean was
with him. His hand fell on Dean’s arm and tightened.
forced a laugh. “Dude, I’m always okay."
Even under bandages, Dean could recognize Sam’s
searching stare and it was worse bandaged than the puppy
dog eyes were uncovered.
not…kidding, Dean,” he replied as sharply
as he could under the circumstances.
I’m fine, really. Not a scratch. What about you,
man?” Dean turned back to Dr. Curtis who waited
with surprising patience. “So what’s the
story? He’s gonna be okay, right?” he gestured
across his own eyes.
a chemical flash burn. I’d say phosphorus based,
although it’s different from the ones I’ve
seen before. He couldn’t tell us what happened
in any real detail, he said it happened too fast. The
burns on his skin are superficial and should heal without
any problems. His eyes are another matter, we explained
the situation to Sam. His corneas were burned.”
looked horrified and turned to stare at Sam who lay
still facing the ceiling, his hand still clasped on
But, they’ll heal right?” he tried to keep
his voice even.
Curtis gave him a small smile. “It’s not
unlike what happens to people who damage their eyes
by staring at the sun for too long. Up to a point their
eyes can recover, but if the damage is too great…”
what are you saying?” Dean demanded. “Sam’s
gonna be blind?! Like hell!” As though he could
control it by saying the words. Dean sank down on the
edge of Sam’s bed, his legs suddenly weak. “Just
cut to the chase, for God’s sake.”
s’okay…" Sam broke in softly.
not what I’m saying, Mr. Winstead,” Dr.
Curtis replied gently. “We don’t know what
he was burned with for sure, and we can only assess
the damage up to a point. We need to give his eyes time
to recover, get a better idea of what kind of damage
was actually done. It’s a flash burn, chances
are he’ll recover without problems, but I wouldn’t
be doing you a service by not being honest.” She
picked up the clipboard the nurse had been writing on.
given Sam a hefty antibiotic, treated the burns and
given him something for the pain and nausea he’s
experiencing. We’d like to keep him overnight
for observation, see how he’s doing tomorrow.
His treatment requires drops and ointment in his eyes
every few hours, and rest. He needs to stay out of bright
lights. I’ll arrange for his admittance and a
Sam pulled at Dean’s arm “Dean, I do’
wanna stay here…” He floundered clumsily
on the bed.
pressed a hand against his chest and pushed him back.
“Sam, it’s okay, calm down, it’s just
one night, I’ll stay with you. It’ll be
huffed out an unhappy sigh, released Dean’s arm
and turned toward the wall, sinking back into the bed.
Curtis smiled sympathetically. “The nurse will
be back in a minute and get him ready to move to a room.
It shouldn’t be long.”
waited until the door closed behind her and then kicked
a stool over by Sam’s bed and sank into it. He
reached out and laid a hand on Sam’s arm. “Sam…”
he began, stopped, jaw muscles working. He cleared his
throat and tried again. “God, Sam, I’m so
sorry.” He rubbed a hand over his own eyes, scrubbing
it through his raggedly cut hair.
head rolled back toward Dean. “Whafor?”
He raised one hand to the bandages but Dean caught it
and moved it away.
this…I should have waited…figured out what
that stuff was. This didn’t have to happen-"
ducked his head, voice faltering, as realization that
Sammy could be blinded for life sank in with a bang.
…because of him.
Dean…” Even drowsy with drugs Sam still
managed to sound disgusted. “S’not your
fault, dude. Shit happens. Jus’ happens…some…times…”
Slowly, Sam’s head drifted to the side and his
breathing even out. The fingers Dean still held in his
and slipped through his grip to fall softly on the bed.
sighed and reached out to brush Sam’s slightly
singed hair out of his face. He leaned forward on his
elbows, resting his aching head on a forearm, fingers
of one hand stroking Sam’s hair gently and sat
like that until the nurse came to take Sam to his room.
* * * *
jerked when the door to Sam’s room opened and
the lights flicked on overhead, the stab of light sending
fresh pulses of pain through his head. The nurse who
entered with a tray, paused when she heard Dean groan
and lean forward with his hands over his eyes.
you alright?” She asked, concerned, setting her
tray down on the table by Sam’s bed.
Dean ground out, rubbing his neck. “Headache I
can’t shake…” He pushed wearily to
his feet, blinking. The clock on the wall read 6 am.
me take care of your brother and I’ll see if I
can get you something for your head.” She smiled
and turned back to Sam, who was starting to stir, moaning
rubbed his forehead, grimacing. “Thanks, but I’m
more concerned about Sam than me. What are you gonna
need to change the dressing and put the drops in his
eyes. You need to watch what I do and I’ll explain,
you’ll need to help him with this when he’s
released.” She reached out and gave Sam’s
shoulder a gentle shake.
Wake up for me…”
jerked up with a gasp, hand flying to his face. “No--Dean!”
quickly stepped up and caught Sam’s arm. “I’m
right here, Sam. It’s okay, it’s okay. She
just wants to fix your bandages, show me how to put
in the drops and stuff.”
allowed Dean to push him back, breathing slowing. “O-okay,
he murmured, hand brushing absently at his chest.
you feelin'?” Dean asked.
shrugged. “Head hurts. My eyes...” his voice
was still raw. He cleared his throat, leaning his head
grabbed the insulated mug of water and held the straw
to Sam’s lips. “Here you go.” He waited
while Sam drank several swallows.
lie still Sam and this won’t take long.”
The nurse, her nametag read Julie, began to unwrap the
bandages on his eyes until only the pads were left.
The skin around his eyes was still red and raw looking.
“I have some drops for the pain in your eyes.
I’m going to turn the lights down so they won’t
bother you so much, so don’t worry if the room
seems dim.” Julie flipped all the lights off except
a small one over the bed.
looked down as Sam’s hand felt across the bed
until it encountered Dean’s, fingers curling through
his. Instead of pulling away he tightened his grip.
“S’okay, Sammy,” he said softly.
gonna take the pads off now, you ready?”
fingers jerked in Dean’s grip. He swallowed and
nodded. “Go ahead.”
watched intently as Julie slowly removed the pads from
Sam’s eyes, grimacing at the red, swollen flesh.
try and open them yet,” she said, gently wiping
his eyes with a saline soaked cotton ball. “Can
you open them now?”
eyelids twitched as he tried to lift them, she carefully
helped him and after a moment he could open them a crack,
but snapped them shut again with a soft cry, his hands
coming up instinctively to block the light. “Burns-"
yourself a second to adjust to the light. Try again.”
ran from the corners of his eyes as he blinked against
even the small but still intrusive, amount of light
in the room, but he managed to open them a bit more
and keep them open. It hurt like hell but he felt a
small thrill of relief as he dimly made out dark and
light areas. It was like watching terrible black and
white TV but at least it was something other than the
blackness he’d been expecting. He turned his head
and made out shifting blackness around a slightly lighter
form that he associated with the death grip on his hand.
released the breath he’d been holding and sucked
in a fresh one, breaking into a smile. “Yeah,
it’s me Sam.” His voice caught. “Whadaya
its all shadows, but I can kind of make out light areas.”
He closed his eyes again, covering them with one hand.
“Makes me kind of dizzy.”
smiled at Dean’s look. “Some of that is
from the medicine, if you’ve ever had your eyes
dilated it’s a little like that. Makes it hard
to focus. The doctor will be in for rounds shortly.
I’m going to put these drops and ointment in your
eyes. I’m not going to rewrap them, just tape
them lightly in place but you need to leave the pads
alone, okay? They’ll help block the light.”
nodded and lay back as still as he could while she ran
a line of ointment along his lids and followed with
three drops from a small bottle. It stung at first but
then a blissful numbness overcame it. She laid fresh
pads on his eyes and taped them in place, checked his
IV and patted his shoulder again.
all done. That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”
moved his mouth in a slight smile.
get you something for your headache,” Julie said
to Dean as she picked up her tray and left the room.
wrong with your head?” Sam murmured.
it’s just a headache. I think from whatever the
hell was all over that body.” He settled back
into the chair next to Sam’s bed. “How you
shoulders moved in a slight shrug. “Head hurts.
Kinda sick to my stomach, but not so bad overall.”
He sighed. “I wanta leave.”
will, dude. We will. Let’s just let the doc have
a look at you. Besides breakfast’ll be here soon,
never turn down a free meal.”
made a face. “You can have it. I’m not sure
I could find my mouth right now, even if I was hungry.”
* * * *
had been released despite Dr. Curtis' desire to keep
him for another day, but after admitting that there
really wasn’t anything they could do at the hospital
for Sam that Dean wasn’t capable of doing other
than just observe him, he was adamant that he be released.
agreed to set up an appointment at the hospital clinic
for Sam to be checked in a couple of days and that if
anything changed he would bring Sam back immediately.
He made sure he understood Sam’s treatment schedule
and what to watch for.
had been awarded a pair of wraparound sunglasses and
a free ride in a wheelchair down to the Impala. Sliding
into the leather seats was almost like going home, even
if he couldn’t see it. He could feel it and he
could smell it and a part of him finally understood
what it was about the car that meant so much to Dean.
settled in the driver’s side and glanced at Sam
who was resting his head on a bunched up jacket pressed
against the window. “You okay?”
Sam replied. “Let’s go.”
new sensation manifested itself on the drive back to
the motel as Sam discovered that sleeping in a car was
one thing, but, for him at least, riding in it with
his eyes closed but aware of the movement produced car
sickness with a vengeance. By the time they reached
the motel, he was so dizzy and sick he almost couldn’t
keep his feet as Dean helped him out of the car.
what’s wrong?” Dean asked anxiously, as
Sam clutched at him, knees almost buckling.
gotta lie down,” Sam groaned. “I gotta stop
moving or I’m gonna be sick-"
hang on for just minute-" Dean managed to maneuver
Sam towards the door of their room, fumble the key into
the lock and get the door open in a minimum of time.
He got Sam over to the bed and down with relief.
rolled to his side and pulled his legs up, hands over
his face, moaning softly.
a little helpless, Dean knelt down next to the bed.
“Are you in pain? Can I do anything? Getcha anything?”
moved his head in a tiny negative. “I just wanta
lie still for a while. I’m okay. Really.”
Dean replied reluctantly. He pushed himself up and back
onto the other bed. He glanced at his watch. “I
gotta put drops and stuff in your eyes in an hour, man.
Get some rest. If you need anything let me know. I’ll
be right here.”
made a soft sound Dean took as assent and lay still,
save his breathing.
around, Dean spotted the remote for the TV. He was desperately
tired and his muscles ached from the collision with
the wall yesterday. Maybe he could just rest for a bit
and quietly watch some TV, then help Sam with his meds.
toed off his sneakers and scooted up to the headboard,
stuffing the two pillows behind him. He quickly set
the alarm on his watch, just in case, and flipped on
the TV, annoyed to discover the only channel was the
local station, currently running midday news.
lay his head back and gazed at the screen for a few
minutes before his eyes started to drift closed, his
brain absorbing the last few sentences the newscaster
spoke before shutting down completely.
authorities are still looking into the sudden increases
of domestic violence in the last few weeks, cases of
road rage and crime have also been on the rise recently…”
* * * *
found waking up without being able to open your eyes
a strange experience indeed. Dean had faithfully administered
the prescribed medication exactly on time throughout
the remainder of the day. He had tried to be gentle
but there was no getting around it, it hurt and that
was all there was to it until the drops took affect.
If Sam moved his head too much, pain would spear him
behind his eyes and he would become nauseous.
had managed a few bites of the meal Dean had brought
in then had fallen back asleep. He had noticed, each
time the pads had come off, the light had been less
irritating but when he tried to look at his surroundings
it was still nothing but shifting light and dark without
detail. Especially around Dean, whom he could identify
because he was the only thing in the room that moved
and the darkness followed in his wake, hovering around
him like a bizarre after image. Most odd was the small
red dots he could see drifting in the morass of blackness.
lay quietly for a few minutes, able to tell it was time
for his drops, because his eyes burned. The sticky sensation
of the ointment was annoying in its own right and he
was tired of having his eyelids pried apart by Dean’s
willing, but ,despite his best efforts, rough , fingers.
he slowly pushed himself upright, pleased when he didn’t
immediately want to throw up. Giving himself time to
acclimate, he listened intently, stunned at how quickly
his other senses had stepped in to take up the slack
left by his eyes.
could hear Dean breathing in the next bed, smell the
fact that they both needed a shower, nothing so special
there, but he could also hear the soft rustle of cloth
as Dean shifted ever so slightly in his sleep and he
was pretty sure the sound he heard in the wall was the
soft scritch of a mouse.
was interesting, definitely, but not the way he wanted
to spend the rest of his life experiencing things.
very slowly got to his feet, using the wall for support.
He forgot the pads on his eyes but felt them as they
dropped away. Managing to get his eyes open a crack
he looked at the floor to try to make sure he didn’t
fall over anything.
frowned. On one hand his vision was definitely clearer,
but everything was darker or lighter tones of gray,
like grainy black and white film. He remembered the
bedspreads being a red color with blue and yellow swirls.
He could see the differences in the pattern but it was
bereft of any color at all. More startling was the fact
that it took three tries before he could get his hands
on the spread at all to bring it up to his face. What
the hell was that all about?
dropped the spread and tried to take a step but somehow
the floor wasn’t where it looked like it was and
he shifted his weight to the other leg too soon, falling
forward with a dull thump to his hands and knees.
was instantly awake and beside him almost before his
brain registered the sound of Sam falling. “What
the hell! Sam what are you doing? Are you alright?”
Dean grabbed Sam and helped him back onto the bed.
fine, Dean!” Sam said, annoyed. “I was just
going into the bathroom-“ he grimaced and held
his head, his headache back to vibrant life.
shoulda woke me up, man! You can’t even see where
you’re going! Are you sure you’re okay?”
Dean sat opposite him, leaning forward.
fine,” Sam repeated but with less irritation.
“I can see better today, I’m having trouble
judging distance, like my depth perception is off.”
He blinked at Dean. “I misjudged my step is all.”
can see better?” Dean asked anxiously. “Really?
but nothing has any color, it’s all black and
white. Or gray.” Sam gently rubbed his eyelids.
frowned. “No color? Whadaya mean no color? Like
black and white? Sam-”
shrugged, ”More like different shades of gray,
everything is still so dark, but I can kinda make out
the shapes and stuff.”
you wanta go back to the doctor’s? Check it out?”
shook his head slightly. “No, let’s see
if it clears up on its own. It’s probably just
a side effect.”
opened his mouth to comment, starting as his watch alarm
went off. “Dude, we gotta do your eyes.”
He got up and went into the bathroom.
lifted his face and watched Dean, very blurry, but he
could definitely tell it was Dean this time, move into
the next room. Puzzled and slightly disconcerted by
the shadows that swirled around Dean’s form as
he moved. Everywhere he moved they expanded and contracted
around him, draped themselves over him and danced around
him when he stood still.
was staring at him when Dean returned with the drops,
ointment, saline and a wet, warm washcloth to bathe
Sam’s eyes with before medicating him again.
won’t take long,” Dean began, stopping as
he noticed Sam frowning at him. “What?”
He watched as Sam stretched out a hand and brushed it
against Dean’s arm.
Sam, his fingers sank into the blackness that was wrapped
around Dean’s arm. It actually dissolved away
from his touch. Even though he felt nothing, he pulled
his hand away. The shadow returned, slithering up Dean’s
arm and vanishing around his neck where the major darkness
that hovered around Dean seemed to be congregating.
looked down at his arm and turned it this way and that.
“Sam? What the hell’s with you?”
scrunched up his eyes and opened them as widely as he
could, ending in a squint.
around Dean, the shifting shadows lifted themselves
over him, joining together into a large mass and then
separating into smaller shapes that fell over Dean like
a black shawl, only to rise and melt together again
in a slow motion frenzy of excited movement. Here and
there, always moving, red glowing dots appeared in pairs,
winking in and out of existence like a faulty Christmas
tree light, going out here, only to reappear there.
the episode here