A/N: E/O Drabble challenge for PADavis' birthday, delusional, delirious, dopey Dean. I thought it would be fun to dribble a little drabble story for PADavis' birthday. I'm not saying it didn't get a little odd, but hey, I got his shirt off. Happy Birthday!!!!
A/N II: Thank you all for my wonderful recovery drabbles, I read, devoured, reread and read again. They brightened my days. Now that I can string a series of words together in something that makes sense, expect reviews and hugs. Well virtual hugs! Thank you all again!
Chapter One
Sam stumbled through the trees, desperately looking left and right. "Dean!" he shouted for the thousandth time.
A simple hunt—and it went wrong. How wrong, he wasn't sure, but since there was no answer to his frantic calls, he knew it was bad. Dean always answered. Dying, injured, bleeding out, Dean answered. It was just one of those "Truths" that moved Sam's world.
A soft rustle caught his attention, Sam saw a coyote scurry through the undergrowth, head down. He followed and saw what the animal was after.
Blood.
A lot of it.
"Dean!"
No answer.
To Be Continued