Sam was a good hunter but he still needed his big brother to take care of him, so Dean always stayed by his side, there to rescue him if a poltergeist had him, or if a werewolf was aiming its jaws at him.
Now, however, thing were different. Sure, it was just another poltergeist, but it was in THEIR house, in Mom's house, where it all started. When Dean ran in and saw Sammy, his Sammy being strangled by the lamp's cord, he froze. All those years of protecting his brother and now, it was all going to waste. Then Sam gagged and wheezed, The way his eyes had rolled blindly, his skin pale and the heat draining from him. The blue tinge of his lips and fingers. How he fought for breath, but lost. Dean swung into action, tugging at the cord. Sam was losing the battle. The panic in Dean rose he grabbed the patch of herbs flinging them into the wall. The poltergeist was expelled from the house in a white flash of light. He heard Sam wheeze for air once more and ran back to his aid the cord was loose. He tugged it off tossing it aside. Sam's eyelids fluttered and he began to fall back. Dean pulled Sam up holding him keeping him from falling, Sam's chin digging in his shoulder. "Its okay Sam," he whispered Sam was still trying to return the lost air. Sam then lost coniounes knowing he was safe his brother was here keeping him safe.
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