Making a Connection
The trek to the car was agonizingly slow, more than once the youngest Winchester slipped on the mud beneath his boots, nearly came tumbling towards the ground.
His determination was fierce though, and his dying brother, held tight and securely in his arms, was more than enough force to push him forward through the light drizzle and irritable cold.
When he felt the elements begin to seep through his own clothes, he lowered himself down slowly, into the disgusting mud to take a break.
The jacket around his shoulders was slipped off and missed, but his brother needed it more.
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He shifted Dean a little from the position in his lap as he carefully slipped his arms in the sleeves, tucking it around him tight before continuing on.
"S'ssmy?"
"Here Dean, he gritted through his teeth, Dean's weight starting to affect him which wasn't necessarily a good thing, I'm right here."
When there wasn't an answer he started to worry, "You're gonna be fine. We'll get outta here."
Dean could have nodded slightly, Sam wasn't entirely sure as he received more of Dean's weight in his aching arms.
Having trouble grappling the situation was a HUGE understatement at this point.
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The realization of how limp his brother was did nothing to calm his nerves.
That alone kept him going, the possibility that Dean may die in his arms, as good as alone for all the good Sam was doing.
He cried out in relief as he at last noticed the Impala, the only glimmer of hope before his eyes.
"Look Dean."
Sam walked unbelievably faster, mindful not to jostle Dean too much but honestly unable to care in that moment.
They were almost there.
And as he felt Dean's blood dry on his hands, he hoped it would be enough.
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Their savior knew how critical the next ten minutes were, so there were no protests as Sam stepped on the gas and flew down the road.
Her steady rumble soothed Dean into a blissful state of mind, and the youngest wondered if his baby was telling him to hang on.
It wasn't that unlikely.
As they parked, as he ran frantically with a barely breathing Dean in his arms, into the hospital, as he sat in the waiting room, finally allowing the tears to escape, he told himself he did all he could.
But it still didn't feel like enough.
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When he was allowed into Dean's room, Sam held his breath, waiting for the blow of his brother's appearance.
It was heartbreaking.
The hand holding wasn't enough to reassure him as he sunk down into a chair.
Not even close.
Sam finally let the floodgates open as he crawled into the moderately sized bed to hold onto Dean, to make some sort of connection as he slept.
And as Dean's slightly but very much alive hazels opened and drifted up towards him, he smiled and sunk further down into his big brother.
"I'm fine, Dean. Just go back to sleep.
FIN