AN: This was going to be a one-liner, but then got to be a bit too long to be a one-liner, haha. And thus, you get a nice little drabble. Exactly 100 words, including title.
Blind
He knew his eyes were open, but he couldn't see anything. Was it dark? But where could they be that was so dark? Shit, where was Sam?
"Sam? Sam!" He wouldn't panic. He wouldn't.
"I'm here, Dean."
He was close. Dean reached for something, anything, and suddenly there was Sam's hand in his, and his brother was holding tightly, meaning to be comforting, but too tight to do the job properly.
"What's going on, Sam?"
When Sam didn't answer, the panic rose like bile in his throat.
"Sam?"
And then Sam choked on, "I'm sorry, Dean. I'm so sorry."