Sam blinked in surprise as the blade slid smoothly into his abdomen. He grasped his assailants shoulder for support as pain sliced through his stomach, his other hand reached down until it hit the hilt of the knife protruding from his shirt. The material around it was sticky and wet and as he pulled his hand away he looked down and saw that his hand glistened with blood. As he stared, unable to form a thought or speak, he felt his attacker's lips brush against his ear.
"Hurts don't it, sugar." It wasn't a question, it was a statement of fact. "And it's gonna hurt a lot more before you pass on". With the word "on" the knife was pulled from his body, its serrated edges tearing and ripping his flesh, doing far more damage than on the way in. The shoulder disappeared from under his hand and for a moment he remained suspended, one had hovering where it had gripped the shoulder, the other pressing the leaking hole in his stomach, rivulets of blood making their way slowly down the back of his hand. His legs finally gave out from underneath him and he collapsed to his knees, the hovering hand slapping down onto the wooden floorboards to stop him from hitting the floor completely.
Then Dean was there, a face peering up at his, a reassuring hand on his back, the other pulling at the hand holding his insides away to get a better look. He already felt a little better, reassured by his brother's presence.
"Sammy lemme look" Dean pulled at his brother's hand, frantically trying to see how bad the damage was. Sam could hear the panic in his voice. After a few moments that felt to Sam like Dean was pushing his fingers right into the wound and wiggling them around, Dean rocked back on his heels.
"Damnit Sam, you gave me a fright. It's not too deep. We'll get you stitched up and you'll be fine" he slapped his brother on the back and stood up, putting an arm under Sam's armpit to help him to his feet. Sam gingerly pressed his hand back to the wound in his stomach, to his surprise there wasn't as much pain as he was expecting, the wound felt narrower and shallower.
What the hell was going on?