Dizzy, feel like I'm short-circuiting.
Bleeding, can't catch my breath, still with the smell of copper so thick in the air.
Where can I go to escape this mind-numbing pain? So, so tempting to give in to the darkness, but Dad's barking orders, hands tightly clutching my jacket, moving us both briskly along.
"Get him to the car, son! He's real shocky- move quick!"
World's totally spinning. Where the hell's the car? Sammy?
Wish I could get my bearings. Mouth's too dry to speak-
"C'mon, Dean…"
Oh, there! Sam's voice just the grounding I need, that moppy head my beacon…