Disclaimer: Don't own them. The wonderful word of Winchester belongs to Master Kripke… I am just dabbling a bit to pay homage to his greatness.
A/N: This is my first fan fiction that I am publishing. I probably need a beta, but I just wanted to get a couple published first and then see if I can talk anybody into fixing my mess. This story started as a drabble, but I am curious to see where it goes, so I am allowing it to continue… Yes, there is a plan… Sort of….
The spell said 15 minutes.
He was supposed to come out of it in 15 minutes.
We followed the steps precisely. Bobby and Sam researched the lore, checked and rechecked everything. After all that prep, why was Sam just lying there nearly 20 minutes later? What went wrong?
Dean checked Sam's pulse again… Was it slower?
"Damn!" Dean cursed. "I knew I should have been the one to go under."
Suddenly Dean grabbed his phone and frantically started dialing Bobby. Something's horribly wrong, he thought with cold dread as he watched blood start to dribble out of the corner of Sam's mouth.