"Are you ready?"
All Dean's concentration was taken up with not crying out and he didn't hear his brother's words.
Sam repeated the question, touching Dean's trembling shoulder as he spoke, and he felt Dean flinch under his gentle hand.
"I'm ...ready. Pull the d...damn thing out!"
Dean whispered breathlessly between clenched teeth and looked in dread as Sam took hold of the arrow that pinned him to the door.
Sam braced his foot against the wood to the side of his trapped sibling, and pulled.
Dean's scream pierced the dark night as Sam caught him in his safe arms.