A/N: This week's challenge was to re-write a previous drabble from another P.O.V. Great challenge given by Swellison :)

My drabbles are usually in the third person but concentration on one specific brother. So I chose one of my drabbles in which the challenge word was Slab (written in Italic) and in Sam's view

The next one is this weeks' drabble with the word of the week 'Flip' along with the challenge word of the chosen drabble 'Slab'. That one is in Dean's P.O.V.

Hope you all like it! :) 300 words to the dot.

SET SEASON 8. SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T CAUGHT UP WITH THE SEASON.

Fear, horror and panic coursed through Sam as he tried to breathe through the intense coughing he'd been racking up. He drew his terrified gaze to the floor where a small pool of blood lay formed. He felt as though a concrete slab lay across his chest. He gasped as he managed to find a small pause to let in much needed oxygen.

He needed his brother. "Dean." he strained, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sam startled as he felt a hand across the back of his neck and then immediately relaxed. Dean was here. Everything would be alright.

x-x-x

Dean flipped the pancake in the pan, content, and hoped that Sam would eat at least some of it if not all. Sam liked pancakes. Worry ate at him as he remembered how sick his brother seemed to be. The trials were taking a toll on him and it frightened the older brother that even Cas couldn't fix him. But he'd worry about that later. He'd just have to push down that panic for now and move on; take care of his brother.

He deposited the pancake onto a plate and along with a glass of juice, set it on a tray. That's when he heard it. That's when he felt like he'd been thrown onto a rock hard slab. Sam.

Sam was coughing. Even after finding out that Sam was coughing up blood, Dean had never heard the chest rattling coughs he was hearing now. He didn't care that the tray of food crashed to the floor as he exited the kitchen in a hurry. He didn't care that he'd have to make the food again. All he cared for was Sam.

He hurried up to his brothers' room and all he saw was the alarmingly large amount of blood on the floor.

He then saw how Sam was almost slipping onto the floor, unable to hold himself up. He saw how Sam seemed to be straining to take a breath.

He saw how Sam was turning alarmingly pale from lack of air.

He saw how Sam seemed to be reaching for something even in his weakened state

…and he knew exactly what Sam wanted.

Dean immediately dashed to his baby brothers' side, almost smiling when Sam immediately seemed to be breathing a little bit easier; when Sam clung onto him like a lifeline.

"You're okay Sammy, I'm here."

END

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