Summary: Sixty minutes shouldn't feel like the end of the world. Spoilers for 2.21
A/N: Many thanks to Faye for the speedy beta.
Disclaimer: Nothing you recognize belongs to me.

Endless night

Minute 1

He didn't understand. He just didn't. None of it made any sense. Not the muddy ground beneath his knees. Not the scream echoing in his ears (and only much later it would come to him that it was his own voice). Not the weight in his arms. He didn't even understand why he whispered "Sammy" over and over again like there was no tomorrow.

Minute 6

He came to the realization that there was no tomorrow. Not for him. It couldn't be. The sticky blood on his hands spoke clearly of this fact. It didn't belong to him yet he felt like he was the one who had bled to death. He certainly didn't feel alive anymore.

Minute 10

"Dean." Bobby's voice drifted over to him. Soft and in a sad tone. He completely had forgotten that he had been with him. Didn't feel like there were any other people left. "We need to..."

He distantly wondered when had heard Bobby's voice breaking before ... he couldn't remember.

"... move. We can't stay here." He didn't see a reason why they couldn't. There was nothing left. No place to go. They could just as well stay here ... it wouldn't make any difference. Not anymore.

Minute 21

His arms went cold like the body which they held. He hadn't even noticed.

Minute 32

"Dean."

If he tried hard enough, he could ignore Bobby's voice. Maybe he could ignore the rest of the world, too. Only his little brother and him would be left ... it would be enough.

Minute 33

Bobby kneeled next to him. His eyes full of something he could swear were tears, but it was Bobby, rough, strong, emotionless Bobby, so it couldn't be tears.

"Let's get him home,: Bobby said.

But he didn't know where home could ever be without his little brother.

Minute 42

He didn't remember agreeing with Bobby or how he'd landed in the backseat of the Impala, with Bobby driving them somewhere. He didn't care to know where.

Minute 55

The sun was rising and it felt like it was mocking him. Light was something which had left him 55 minutes ago.

Minute 60

He looked at Bobby. "He's dead ... Sammy's dead." He wondered if he would ever understand the full meaning of these words. Bobby looked about to say something, then just nodded tiredly and kept driving.