Dean pulled Sam up the soft, muddy riverbank, screaming muscles ignored as the desperation of saving his brother took first precedence.

He wiped the grime from his brother's face, saw the blue tinted lips and sickening pallor as he ripped Sam's shirt open.

He pounded on Sam's chest, emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

Dean forced his own breath into Sam, praying with all his heart and soul for some sort of response.

"C'mon Sam, don't do this."

He felt for a pulse…nothing.

"I need you Sammy."

Salty tears found their way down his cheeks, heartache immeasurable.

"Please… I need you."