A.N.: I'm in a bummed out mood, this spewed from my heart and onto paper. Spoilers for 7x02.
Disclaimer:Not mine.
Broken leg? Check.
Broken Brother? Check.
Broken heart? Check and check.
He can hear his heart thudding wildly against his ribcage and he flails a hand out to grip onto his brothers shirt. He babbles nonsensical words of hope that he wills to work.
Not allowed to die Sam. Not today. He's lost to much today.
Bobby...his mind skips over that thought because he can't process it. Can't handle what he fears has happened without going completely batshit crazy.
He tighten his grip into the flannel. Come on, Sam! You don't give up. I taught you better than that.
As they pull into the hospital Sam finally goes slack on the table, eyes glazed over and his lips fluttering in a silent prayer.
The gurneys are being wheeled out and suddenly Sam is out of his reach, a fact that Dean notices with a panicked cry.
There is a plunger pressed into his arm and as the smooth liquid flows into a vain he knows that he is in deep trouble. He casts around for view of Sam and feels a fresh wave of pain lance up his leg as his movement jars it.
He thinks how ironic it is that before if they were hurt would have called on Cas.
Busted up face, no problem. Been snacked on by a monster, presto! Fixed. Your brother picked a demon over you and now you can't trust him but also can't stand to be alone, I got it.
He thinks now as he is rolling past the ominous looking doors with his heart a stone in his gut about how much he took that, and the man himself, for granted.
