A/N: You can place this in any season you want. *grins*
TITLE: Come Back
His voice was coffee stained and whiskey burned but he still managed to scream: "Sam!"
His fingers were numb from the cold and shaky from the adrenaline going offline, but he still managed to grasp Sam's jacket and catch his brother on his way down.
His eyes were wide opened and scratched from the icy wind, but he still managed to see his brother's face; lines distorted with pain.
He breathed: "You with me? Hey, you with me?" into his brother's greasy hair, when Sam's head fell down and he couldn't catch it fast enough.
The passenger door of his baby was freezing cold at his back, but the support she offered made him sigh into his brother's cold neck: "You're gonna be okay… "
The snow was all around them, snow flakes falling silently onto the frozen ground when Sam's: "De-an…" broke the silence and made Dean say: "I gotcha, 'm not leaving ya."
He leaned his back to the Impala, trusted her to keep him from falling down, trusted her to protect his back from whatever might decide to sneak attack him, trusted her to be a solid wall behind him he would be able to use to haul himself and his brother up, when Sam would be feeling up to it.
He ignored the cold seeping through his jacket hitting his back, he ignored the snow melting beneath his ass, he ignored the snow melting on his face, he ignored his knuckles leaving blood in Sam's hair.
He ignored the cold and the clatter of his teeth.
He ignored Sam's weight on his legs, making them fall asleep, little ants already dancing in 'em.
He had his brother, warm and breathing, safe and alive in his arms and that's all that mattered.
He would sit like this for as long as it would take... here, by the side of the road leading to some godforsaken town in Nebraska, silently waiting for his brother to come back to him.
The End.