Author's Note: Blame this on Nip/Tuck...
The cord was taut against Dean's throat as it lifted him off his feet.
"Dean!" Sam shouted hoarsely as he fought against the bonds keeping him from rescuing his brother.
With a look of horror, Sam watched as the rope twisted around Dean's neck and his lips turned blue. There was nothing Sam could do; he was going to watch his brother die.
Their eyes locked, saying everything they needed to without a sound.
A whoosh of air startled the younger - the older had blacked out - and Dean's guardian angel appeared.
Dean was lowered, weakly gasping and safe.