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A double drabble to move things along. Huge thanks to everyone for your support!
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Dean's vision is tunneling down, he's desperate for a breath. Peripherally he hopes he's damaged two of the men enough to not be a threat to Sam, leaving just the one for him to handle.
Dean almost feels bad for the guy. He saw the look in Sam's eyes and he knows what kind of hell is about to rain down on this asshole's parade. He hopes he can stay conscious long enough to see it.
The floor thrums beneath him, something heavy just touched down, he's immediately afraid for Sam. He tries to sit up, finds Sam's arm supporting him, warm paw on his chest.
"Dean, you've got to calm down. We're alright now. You've gotta relax so you can breathe." Voice pitched low and calm, soothing Dean's frayed nerves, huge hand rubbing gently at his chest coaxing lungs to work.
Tension drains like bathwater, Dean wheezes in a shallow breath. Sam carefully palms Dean's abused stomach, checking for rigidity. He understands, tries not to react, but the pain is too much. Dean curls in on himself with a groan.
"Sorry bro. Hospital?"
"Home." Barely a whisper. Sam will keep watch, ER may still be on the agenda tonight.