crack fic: Dean and a Horse (part 2 of ?)

In addition to being larger than anticipated, horses are also bumpy when they run. This uncomfortable fact has Dean contemplating jumping off, but he's pretty sure it would just end with him probably trampled, so instead he hangs on like grim death, trying to convince various bits of his anatomy that it's all just a figment of someone else's imagination. Which is true, but not much help, especially coupled with the way the horse is weaving its way through a forest's-worth of trees with trunks as wide as the Impala is long.

The good news is that they're going very fast, and if the sun is following its usual course, they're even headed in more or less the right direction. Well, assuming that Dean's correctly interpreting the rumors he'd overheard, but a giant with long hair who's locked in a tower does kind of sound like Sam, and it's not like he has anything else to go on.


He's gotten almost used to the whistle of passing branches almost taking his head off, so he doesn't realize something's going on until the second arrow flies right past his nose--and then there's a rope coming for him right at face-level, and all he can do is cling to the horse's neck and hope he doesn't get his own broken.

"Stand and deliver!" Someone shouts over on his right, and even as he turns to look he can see something coming at him from his left, but it's too late.

Getting hit feels like falling sideways, and then he actually is falling, for a breath-stopping moment, and then the earth hits him going in the opposite direction. He can hear his head bounce, which seems like a bad sign, and then everything goes very dim and far away for a little while.

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So much fun!!! I love all the mystery as you slowly reveal what's happened. Thank you for sharing :)
If by "reveal" you mean "figure out what's going on", then yes. Flying by the seat of my pants, here! :P
a giant with long hair who's locked in a tower haha oh no the only thing winchesters hate more than doors are when there are no doors at all :-(
Either you know people who ride or you have ridden- and fallen off. This is exactly what it feels like...
Did a fair bit of riding in high school, yeah--some things you never forget, like being abruptly hit by the ground when you were just minding your own business. Still miss it sometimes, though....