Dude, Get A Watch
Rope slicing into his arms as if they were nothing more than butter.
Thick red blood, his blood, oozing down them in dizzying patterns.
He can almost see the color in the complete absence of light; though primarily focused on the demon's cackles as it descends once more upon him.
"Dean!" His brother's voice, real and beautiful.
Feeling his hands on his back, his stomach, his face.
Relief leaves him breathless, dazed and spent after an eternity in the shadows.
He can barely believe it when he's able to gasp out, "What took you so long, Sammy?"
Rushing into unconsciousness.
FIN
