Seconds That I Did Not Want to Count
By: M14Mouse
Summary: Two minutes, 35 seconds…that how long Sam was out. Dean should know…he counted.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
"Sam! Talk to me." Dean shouted as he rushed over to his brother.
10 seconds…
It happened all so suddenly. One minute, he was sitting down, packing his bag, and the next minute, he went into seizures. Freaking seizures.
His body never moved so fast in his life. His mind tried to draw from what learned from dad about seizures. Hell, everything about seizures would help at the moment. But his mind came up completely blank.
"Sam!"
Then his freaking seizures stopped and his body became still. His heart just dropped from his chest at the thought. Fucking hell, it reminded him of Cold Oak.
30 seconds…
"Come on, Sam…wake up!"
Hell…this was worse than Cold Oak.
At Cold Oak, he could have done something. He could hold. He could try. He could have stopped the bleeding. He could have killed that bastard Jake.
This?
This had no control over. He was useless and powerless.
45 seconds….
He couldn't reach into Sam's head and get him out of whatever hell he walked into. He wasn't Cas. He couldn't pull anyone out of hell…no matter how much he wanted too.
"Sam! Sammy!"
Wake up, you bastard.
He knew that something like this would happen. He told him not to scratch at the wall. Damn stubborn bastard did it anyway. He just had to know what his body was running around doing while he was on his vacation in hell.
HE just had to know…
God damn stubborn bastard.
60 seconds…
"Sammy!"
Maybe, if he screamed enough and loud enough…maybe, he could reach whatever hell that Sam was in. He felt his eyes and lungs starting to burn with that thought.
His soul has been skinned alive…
That thought made him sick. He wanted to turn his head and throw up. He knew that he was screwed up after the pit. His brother….
His brother didn't deserve that….
1 minute, 30 seconds…..
His hands crawled around Sam's neck for the pulse. It was there…trending and pumping.
Thump, Thump, thump….
That was something. He couldn't ignore the stiffness of Sam's body. He just couldn't. His hands ran to his brother's cheeks. They were warm.
That was a positive thought, wasn't it?
He bowed his head for a moment then shook his brother again.
"No…No…"
Then he heard a grasp and Sam's eyes were wide open. He nearly had a heart attack right there.
"Sam…?"
Sam started wincing as he forced oxygen into his lungs.
"I am getting you out of here."
He grabbed his shirt and pulled him up. His mind barely remembered to pick up their bags. He dragged his brother to the car and stuffed him inside. He was lucky that Sam was too unstable on his feet. He threw everything into the back seat. He opened the door and started the car so fast that anyone watching would have thought that there was a demon after them. As soon as they left the house in the dirt, his eyes darted over to Sam. His body was leaning against the door. Sam's fingers were rubbing against his nose. It was like those god damn vision headaches again expect much worse.
A damn vision didn't last 2 minutes and 35 damn seconds and has the possible of throwing you into hell.
"Come on, Sammy. Talk to me."
"I am fine."
He doubted that.
He doubted that very long time.
End
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