A/N: I know this one is a little late. But I think, better late than never. Happy Birthday Miyo86! Hope you like it hon! ^^
A/N: *looks ashamed at the floor* I kinda stretched the word count a tiny bit…. Please don't shoot me. *offers free massages for everyone.* :P
A/N: My hugest thanks to Enkidu07. Hon, you're amazing!! *huggles you*
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Breathing
The Impala was speeding through the rainy night.
Sam's heart hammered painfully fast inside his chest. He threw a quick side glance to his barely conscious brother in the passenger seat.
"Dean, hang on. We're almost at the hospital." Barely controlled panic in his voice.
He heard Dean struggle to draw in a proper breath. Blood stained his pale lips.
Broken ribs, punctured lung – not to mention the deep gash on his thigh. Goddamn werewolf!
Sam floored the accelerator even more.
"S'mmy…" The one word a breathless pleading.
Dean's eyes rolled back inside his head, his hand sliding away from the heavily bleeding wound. His breathing almost non-existant.
"Damnit, Dean, stay with me." Sam swore, applying one-handed pressure to the wound, while coming to a slithering stop in front of the ER doors.
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End.
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