This little one shot is for Darksupernatural…Happy Bday, love!!!! Hugs YEY!!!! Giggles Hope you're having a fantastic day!!!!!

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Enjoy…

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One drop of blood makes contact with the leafy floor. Doesn't even make a sound.

"Sammy, 's okay. 's all right."

He can feel his heartbeat in his ears; like echoes of a thunder, crawling through his ears into his mind.

One drop of blood on an oak leaf. Still no sound, but some animal howling from far, far away.

"Sam, you're gonna be okay, you hear me?!"

There is a rush of blood in his veins; like river flowing over pebbles.

Another drop of blood joining the previous two; like painting a picture.

"Sammy, hey, hey, hey, hey…Sam!"

Darkness all around him; no light, nothing to focus on.

Two drops of blood, splashing all over the spruce needles, dripping from the tip of one onto a birch leaf.

"Sammy, calm down, breathe, man. Calm down. You're only makin' it worse."

A breath stuck in his lungs; a pressure on his chest, he needs to get away from.

Three quick drops of blood, one after another, forming a river on the shadowy forest floor.

"Sammy, you're gonna be okay, you're gonna be fine. Just…relax. I gotcha."

A warm pressure on his back, something cold and soft wrapped around his arms, pinned to the floor, not being able to move in the darkness.

One drop of blood, soaked up by the dirt. And then another, and another, and another…it doesn't stop. It doesn't stop and it doesn't make a sound. Bleeding to death in silence.

"Sammy…Sam…I know you can hear me."

Pressure on his chest intensified, pressure on his back doubled, pressure in his head tripled but his soul still managed to grab hold of the voice. Dean. There was never any silence; his mind made that up, because there was always Dean's voice.

"Yeah, that's it, grab my shirt, just don't rip it. This is gonna hurt like hell, man."

Someone screamed…the poor soul.

"Sorry, man...'m sorry…Sammy…calm down…you're okay, you're gonna be okay, man."

The first thing Sam saw when he snapped his eyes open was a saucer like moon, painted orange and Dean's petrified face, shadowed by the dark. But the eyes were shiny, relieved.

"Sam?!"

Sam groaned in response and closed his eyes.

"You're gonna be just fine, bro. But you owe me a new shirt."

Were the last words Sam heard before he slipped into the blessed nothingness.

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The End.