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Just One Big Headache
WHUMPTOBER 2023: Day one, prompt "How many fingers am I holding up?"
FANDOM: Supernatural
Summary: A routine salt 'n' burn takes a nasty turn when the spirit directs its anger towards you, leaving you with a nasty concussion, but not to worry, the Winchesters are there to look after you.
Warnings: Head injury, concussion, loss of consciousness, violence, weapons, broken ribs.
Word count: 1.8k
Author Note: Aaaaaand its off! Welcome to jedi-archives whumptober 2023! I promise i'm going to try my best to get these out everyday but i can't make any promises. My prompts are coming from a mixture of the official @whumptober prompts and my own. I'm starting off with something slightly fluffy to ease us in. With that said, happy whumping!
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'it's just a salt 'n' burn' they said. 'it'll be fun' they said. Oh boy were they wrong.
The air was crisp as you stepped out of the Impala. You watched as the little clouds of air rose before your face, illuminated by the street lamps which flickered haphazardly. Tugging your jacket closer to your body you made your way around to the back of the car, following the crunch of Sam’s shoes as he walked across the frosted grass. Dean propped open the trunk and made quick work of loading rock salt into his rifle and ensuring that there were enough matches inside his pack. The other Winchester hauled the shovel from the car and leaned it against his shoulder; it was hefty and made with iron, caked in mud and rust. The pistol that you shifted between your hands was so familiar, like an extension of your body. It fit snugly in your grip. Flicking the chamber open with a metallic click, you made sure it was fully loaded before snapping off the safety and slipping it in a holster on your belt.
The grass was damp from the frost that had settled on the grass in the graveyard. It had managed to claw its way up the gravestones and trees like fingers too. It seeped uncomfortably through the toes of your boots as you trudged towards the grave. Small and unkept, it sat located towards the west side of the gravesite. It belonged to a young woman who was brutally murdered a few years ago, but who’s case ran cold. It was safe to say that she was pissed; her revenge taking the form of hunting down those who were associated with the woman who killed her. But what started out as unfinished business soon turned cold and twisted as she turned to others who had wronged. Her grave stood out on the line of tall, pearly stones with dainty flowers laying at their feet. It was dark and clad with weeds. Unloved.
Dean’s duffel landed with a thud next to the grave, unsettling the ground around it. The shovel went down next to it.
“Alrighty.” He said, rubbing his hands together. “You know the drill.”
Sam rolled his eyes, but brought out his hands in front of him anyway. “Seriously dude, I don’t even know why we bother anymore.”
“It’s a game of chance, Sammy. Now shoot.”
After the count of three, you and Sam shaped your hands into a fist and brought them forwards. You smirked. Dean had played scissors. With a groan, he pulled his hand back and reeled his body away.
You laughed. “Scissors everytime, Dean.”
The eldest Winchester grumbled something underneath his breath, but picked up the shovel and begrudgingly began to dig until the shovel hit something solid, you and Sam kept your eyes peeled for any sign of the spirit.
“Okay. This is it.” he confirmed, hauling up the lid of the coffin. It creaked open on unsteady hinges. The corpse beneath still had skin attached to its discoloured bones. It pooled loosely around the woman's frame. The putrid smell that emerged would have made you gag had you not already had your fair share of salt ‘n’ burns. “Keep an eye out for that son of a bitch.”
Sam lent a hand to haul his brother out of the newly dug pit. From where you were standing, a few feet away, you could see the top of his hair poking out from the top of the opening. Almost mechanically, the brothers began to tip the gasolene and sprinkle the salt onto the body.
The deathly howl that suddenly emerged in front of you snapped you awake. The spirit raced towards the Winchesters, gritting her teeth and scowling. Her vacant eyes narrowed at them as she got closer, but your fingers were on the trigger before you could blink, sending her away with a shrill cry and a cloud of grey.
“Hurry.” You told your friends, who had moved from preparing the body to the old duffel on the ground. Dean rummaged around desperately on his knees, not caring about the cold, until he felt the familiar grit of the matchbox against his fingers. Tugging it out, he ran back to the body. Sam tugged the shotgun tighter to him and positioned it in front of himself. The two of you danced around, keeping your eyes peeled for the ghost.
The spirit appeared behind you this time, wailing like a banshee. Sam shot it in the chest before it howled shrilly and disappeared.
“Dean! Hurry up!” You cried as it reappered again. He was busy fumbling with the matches, which refused to light on the cold box. He pushed too hard against the cardboard and felt the stick snap and splinter. He cursed loudly.
“I’m trying!” He huffed back through gritted teeth.
All it took was that one look over your shoulder to Dean for the spirit to catch you off guard. Sam’s shout of your name was a second too late as a ghost appeared behind you, wrapping its cold, bony fingers around you and flinging you away. You cried out in pain as your head collided with one of the neighbouring gravestones and your body slid to the floor.
“Dean!” Sam yelled out for his brother, firing his weapon at the creature and sending it dissipating to somewhere else on the property.
The match slipped between Dean’s fingers, twisting in his grip as he tried to create friction between the two objects. Time seemed to stop as Sam raced towards your side to be cut off by the woman re-emerging in his path. That was when the match tumbled from his brother’s grasp, landing on the heap of chemicals and starting the chain reaction of events.
The woman reeled back as she burst into flames like a candle. The sound she made was dreadful, it cut right through you as she writhed on her feet. When she finally finished her onslaught of screaming and her bones were no more than a dismal pile of ash, Sam fell to his knees in front of you, cupping your head in his hands. It lolled to the side, unable to hold itself up against the throbbing pain in your skull. Sam was suddenly aware of the blood that trickled from your temple and coaxed his fingers, crying out again for his brother, he gave your face a gentle tap. Your eyes fluttered beneath heavy lids.
“Hey, Hey. Kid. Stay with me.” He pleaded, searching your face. “Open your eyes Y/N, come on.”
Your eyelids felt like they were made of lead. Your head felt hazy as you peeled them open, watching Sam swim before you.
“That's it! Keep them open Y/N.”
Dean was to your left, his hands roaming your body for any other injuries. You whimpered when his fingers flushed against your tender skin on your upper back. You were sure you had a broken rib. Or three.
“I know. I know sweetheart. I’m sorry.”
Sam’s face was close to yours as he tilted it upwards. He saw the way that your pupils were dilated; one the size of the fucking moon, the other lagging behind.
“Shit. Dean?”
“Okay, sweetheart,” Dean prompted, “Can you stand?”
He moved to position himself under your arm, wrapping it around his neck. Sam’s arm weaved around your waist and the two of them hauled you to your feet. The movement made you want to hurl and you cried out as the pressure in your head and ribs increased tenfold.
“You’re okay, sweetheart, You’re okay.”
Your movements were sluggish as you floated towards the car. your vision doubled and you were now struggling to differentiate left and right. Your legs trembled in your fogginess, you seemed to lose all control of your limbs, relying heavily on the arms wrapped around you to aid you back to the Impala. It was when your vision blurred and your legs completely folded beneath you like a crushed can that Sam scooped you up into his arms. He cringed at your noise of discomfort, but raced behind his brother to the old car which was parallel parked across the street.
“We’re nearly there kiddo,” He hushed. “Just keep those pretty eyes open for me, okay?”
You tried to keep them open. You really did, but it just became too much. Your body became slack in Sam’s arms as you gave into unconsciousness.
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The light was too bright when you peeled your eyes open again. You were back in the bunker, propped up on pillows in your bed. Your whine alerted Dean to your awareness. His hand, which was clutching yours, moved to wave in front of your eyes.
“Y/N? How many fingers am I holding up?”
Sam rolled his eyes, swatting his hands away. He saw the way you squinted painfully against the light and moved to the switch on the other side of the room to dim it, before promptly coming to perch on the edge of your bed. . Satisfied, you hummed and scanned the room, eyes landing on the two worried Winchesters who loitered in your room. They breathed a visible sign of relief when they saw your eyes focus on theirs. Your ribs still stung, and the throbbing in your head was still present. You reached up and trailed your fingers across your temple. The skin had been cleaned there, the dried blood no longer glued to your face. You could still feel it in your hair where Sam hadn’t quite managed to get it all out. The skin was rough and had begun to scab over. A pair of hands wrapped around your wrist and pulled your fingers away.
“Don’t touch.” Sam said tenderly, handing you a glass and a handful of painkillers. The glass was cool against your lips as you swallowed them thickly. “It should heal on its own. It didn’t need stitches.”
You blinked groggily. “What happened?”
“Ghost got you good.” Dean told you. “You have two broken ribs and a concussion.”
“And the ghost?” you asked.
“Taken care of.”
Nodding slowly, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.
“I-” Dean stuttered. “You had us worried Y/N”
“I'm sorry.”
Sam shook his head firmly. “Not your fault.”
“But-”
“Nope. Not hearing it.” He said sternly.
You sighed. “So, what's the damage, Dr Winchester?”
The youngest brother chuckled at the remark, glad to see that you were feeling more of yourself. “You are going to stay in bed and rest for a few days. We are going to stay here and look after you.” he told you before you rolled your eyes at the idea of being bed bound.
“I suppose I could do that.” You shrugged, not opposed to the idea of having the Winchesters as your personal waiters for the next few days.
“I thought you’d be happy.” Dean shook his head, then gestured to the covers and the tv which was mounted on the wall. “Room for two more?”
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DAY TWO
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Kings All-Star Domantas Sabonis undergoing X-rays on Broken Ribs! #draymond #sabonis #shorts
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"Broken Ribs"
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#broken ribs#broken#ribs#eveline#adam#this movie doesn't exist#neither does sense of my life lol#margot robbie#brokenribs#uhhhh
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Read this News and Watch the Videos at Metal Sludge! OPENING NIGHT … Tommy Lee misses all but 5 Songs of Motley Crue show due to Broken Ribs, Tommy Clufetos steps in as Replacement Drummer @motleycrue @stadiumtour_2022 @tommylee @nikkisixxpixx @thevinceneil @mr.mickmars @tommyclufetosofficial #motleycrue #tommylee #brokenribs #thestadiumtour #ozzy #replacementnamed #tommyclufetos #blacksabbath #poison #defleppard #nikkisixx #vinceneil #mickmars #metalsludge http://metalsludge.tv/opening-night-tommy-lee-misses-all-but-5-songs-of-motley-crue-show-due-to-broken-ribs-tommy-clufetos-steps-in-as-replacement-drummer/ https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce5kX2UOfFt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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I made the Friday slipover by petiteknit with a few modifications. 🧶
I only did two stripes of brokenrib stitch, the rest is worked in stockinette.
I hope you enjoy ✨😊
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hey, you can call me fennel or bear. pronouns are they/them, i'm a 9-5er, west coaster, cozy gamer. main is @brokenribs
i mostly play on the switch (ask me for my friend code), but i sometimes play pc too, when my laptop can handle it.
stardew valley is a favorite (ofc), but lately i've also really been enjoying dome keeper and visual novels. i'd love to hear about your favorite game too!
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i love the orion experience and streetlight manifesto!
Me too! Two separate friends introduced me to each of them and I love them both—even if my tastes are a little basic. My favorite songs by both of them are Cult of Dionysus and Toe to Toe, respectively
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PSA: Holidays can be hazardous to your health! Returned from our Picton holiday with an unwanted souvenir - 2 broken ribs! OUCH!! Maybe next time I should just stay home! #brokenribs #holidaysouvenir #ouch https://www.instagram.com/p/CR3dyh2J69XarIhHsqfFcl-JXMCQUN6NPb2lLM0/?utm_medium=tumblr
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Been out with a broken rib for some weeks now! Hope to get slowly back to being busy with BJJ next week! #brokenribs #bjjandyoga @frontlinemuaythai @rogergracieoslonorway (ved Frontline Muay Thai Kampsportsenter) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEoz9e7pXvo/?igshid=eontqt1m1k8l
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Thought it was maybe time to do an instagram update 🙈 Well for the people that know me from FB you know that I was in an accident Thursday with Danne. Long story short, we now know Danne does not like sheep 🐑 , he spun round, bolted and I was found unconscious by an old man on the ground on Thursday🤕 Saturday night I ended up needing back surgery and had 4 screws positioned to close a vertebrae that had opened up, 4 broken ribs and a swollen right hip but no breaks there 👍🏻 Tuesday, I have been up walking with a brace and enjoying my painkillers, wow they take the edge off 🤪 Scan tomorrow to see if the screws are good and hopefully home Thursday/Friday, 3 months sick leave and my surgeon said that I absolutely should not ride again! I have accepted that, it is ok, there are other things we can do, that involves me NOT being in a wheelchair ❤️ So if I have to share anything else from this post, please be careful, always expect the unexpected, use the safety equipment like back protectors (which I didn’t have 👎🏻), helmet (👍🏻), safety stirrups (👍🏻) Stay safe horsey people, we don’t bounce when we get older 😣 - #brokenribs #screwsback #fallingoffahorse #brokenvertebrae https://www.instagram.com/p/CDwhWWBHzvW/?igshid=i5nanu30b0hc
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SULFOLK COUNTY STATE TROOPERS ATTACKED ME AND TORN MY CARTILAGE FROM PHYSICAL RESTRAIN ..........I’m home getting consultation and will get RAY X.........As an Activist I will never quit and it just motivates the drive inside of me.............LAWSUIT AND LEGAL PROCEDURES WILL BE CONSIDERED.......#foc #Activist #policebrutality #brokenribs #inflamation #mri #hospital #sick #treatment #police #friendzofculture #sdwjr https://www.instagram.com/p/CC12g0InmdZ/?igshid=1jo5eh0ebwrmt
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It's 6:30am cst. You know what I want to be doing? Sleeping soundly like Brigid here. But no, my cracked ribs and bronchial cough had other ideas tonight. I've been up since 1am either just in pain or plain uncomfortable with my ribs OR going on coughing jags that make me swear I've pulled muscles or injured something else right around those ribs. . . I get a sharp pain at every cough near my sternum at my gallbladder laparoscopy scar. When I'm not coughing it just aches. I have to use a pillow to hold tight for when I cough and I keep holding it because it feels better than not having anything there. I feel like such a mess. . . The coughing has improved since it started last week. As for the rib pain, honestly I couldn't tell you because between the coughing and the injury falling onto the tub, I can't tell the difference. . . The only positive is my concussion symptoms are gone. I'm back to being the plain enigma that I am. My Ajovy preventative CGRP shot is being held hostage until April 6. That's when the insurance will allow me to pick it up. My new abortives, Ubrelvy (which works) is completely unavailable and is on backorder. Reyvow is my other new abortive to try and the pharmacy can't get it either. Fun times for severe chronic migraineur. . . #lifeonosage #family #chronicmigraines #migraines #brokenribs #bronchitis #pulledmuscle #feelingbeatup #willthepaineverend #tired #dogs #cantsleep (at Independence, Missouri) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-hJURKAP2l/?igshid=1wlno2zyjrja2
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#day8 of #california #stayathome #lockdown 🤬🥺🤕😂 It would have taken a miracle to go #30days without an #injury 🤣 Something in my shoulder ripped yesterday. Being that I'm #highriskcovid19 and that I know my HMO won't do anything during the #pandemic I won't be visiting the emergency room. 🤔 You might think this would upset me. But it doesn't because if I've learned anything from living with #Fibromyalgia #endometriosis and #psoriaticarthritis it's to expect the unexpected and be prepared. 😘 I bet my friends with #rheumatoidarthritis and #ankylosingspondylitis can relate! 🤗 I've got everything I need for #painrelief and am immobilizing it with a sling. ➡️ ✅➡️ Today's #disneyland #vacation tip is to mentally prepare yourself to expect the unexpected. I've had vacations interrupted, but NOT ruined by #appendicitis #brokenribs #brokentoe and more. Oh and today I'm wearing my #coco inspired #minnieears 💥💪😜💥💪😜💥💪😜💥💪 ➡️➡️➡️ How are you? ⬅️⬅️⬅️ 😜😎😘🤔💥💪😜💪💥💥😘🤔😘😎😎😘🤔😘💥💥💪💪🤔💥💪💥 #fridayvibes #spoonieproblems #shoulderinjury #mybodyhatesme #neveradullmoment #lifegoeson #attitudeiseverything #instaselfie #messyhairdontcare (at Southern California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-QADuqjjqk/?igshid=16z27yxf2wf5e
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Read this News and See the Video at Metal Sludge! BREAKING RIBS (NEWS) … Vince Neil falls off the stage at Monsters on the Mountain and suffers Broken Ribs #vinceneil #brokenribs #suffersfall #monstersonthemountain #livewire #danastrum #rockstar #motleycrue #sludge #metalsludge @monstersofrockcruise @monstersofrock @thevinceneil @motleycrue http://metalsludge.tv/breaking-ribs-news-vince-neil-falls-off-the-stage-at-monsters-on-the-mountain-and-suffers-broken-ribs/ https://www.instagram.com/p/CVEtgtplvq2/?utm_medium=tumblr
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Last week there was a male patient being loaded into the glass HBOT chamber with a urine bottle, so that he could relieve himself if needed during his 2.5 hour “dive”. I was pissed, literally, because I was never given this option, well today, I was given my own bottle. 🥴😂. The thought of trying to maneuver my body over this bottle, while laying flat in a snug glass chamber, under bright lights, with a tech sitting directly next to me, is way too much excitement for me. I would end up wetting everything inside the chamber. Pew! Nah! I pass. 😂 #mylifeafterbreastcancer ~ Madame President ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: #StopWantingEverythingYouSee #sspw #cancer #prayforshay #breastcancersurvivor #brokenribs #humor #gottalaughtokeepfromcrying #hyperbaricoxygentherapy #youngwomencananddogetbreastcancer #shaysharpespinkwishes (at Shay Sharpe's Pink Wishes) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1Y6VrLBdrg/?igshid=idptbiemoxuy
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