All of a sudden, Sam began gasping for air, hands clutching his throat in a desperate attempt to break free.

He couldn't speak, couldn't even yell for help, as black spots danced in front of his eyes and the room began to spin.

The loss of consciousness was eminent, and Sam knew he had to find Dean.

He flung himself through the bathroom door, falling onto the floor of the diner, every eye on him.

He didn't care though, as there was only one set that mattered.

He looked up and saw Dean.

His angel.

And he was finally home.