Tittle: Dead on Arrival
Word: Late
A/N: He's dead, Jim.
"I'm sorry-it was too late." The EMT said with one hand on Sam's chest, keeping him from back.
"No!" Sam yelled. "Dean!"
"He was pronounced d.o.a. two minutes ago."
Sam looked over the EMT's shoulder at his blood soaked brother. Sam couldn't even begin to process that. They'd split up in the woods without meaning to…and now…
"You should be checked out." The EMT relaxed his grip. He gestured at the scratches and bruises on Sam's arms.
Sam had stopped listening. "Dean!"
Just when he thought he'd lost everything, there came a loud gasping for breath from a dead man.