Always Together
The dust clung to his hair, falling into his eyes at times and making him extremely irritable.
He glared up at Sam, but when he saw his apologetic eyes he realized his own must have looked pleading, an effect he didn't intend.
"Almost there, Dean. Just hang on a little while longer."
His little brother was busy cutting through the board that was keeping him to the ground.
The ghost had tricked him.
Dean went flying towards it and managed to get trapped pretty easily.
He panicked only for a moment, before Sam came rushing towards him after getting payback.
EOEOEOEO
Dean felt it when the wood cut into his flesh, grimaced and fought to look away from Sam.
Sam saw it and his voice started to shake, "S' gonna be okay, Dean. I'm gonna get you outta here."
Dean nodded and bit his tongue, watched Sam closely to confirm the statement that he wasn't getting out of here.
They needed a chainsaw, not a rusted piece of metal they found buried under a pile of debris.
The blood was already pooling beneath him, and he caught Sam's eye, for what might be the last time, to tell him he couldn't...
EOEOEOEO
…hang on anymore.
Sam worked at lightning speed as soon as his brother lost consciousness.
He had a quick thought to strip off his shirt and stop the bleeding, but he had no time.
If he didn't get Dean out of here now…
Sam couldn't bear the thought.
Twenty minutes later he did the impossible, which really wasn't that impossible at all for a Winchester.
As he pulled the board away, now soaked in his brother's blood, he ripped off his shirt and wrapped it around Dean's lower belly.
Please don't let it be too late. I need him. Please.
EOEOEOEO
There was nothing more comforting after touching the coldness and artificiality of wood, to know it was the object keeping Dean from life and death, to scoop his brother up into his arms.
To hold him for the first time in nearly an hour.
Sam just got back from a year in the cage, had spent all that time longing for Dean. And now he was gonna lose him?
No freaking way.
He pressed their foreheads together as he walked, matching Dean's breathing.
They were stronger together, nothing would change that.
And he would always, ALWAYS, take care of Dean.
FIN