For a terrifying moment he felt nothing, then a slight flutter against his fingertips. Weak and thready but there.
Sam exhaled slowly, noticing for the first time that he was holding his breath.
He breathed slowly, fighting hard to keep the panic at bay.
Dean's skin was blazing hot and dry to the touch. None of it was good.
"Dean! Can you hear me?" He rested his hand against his brother's cheek, but got no reaction. His gaze went to Dean's shoulder, the small arrows visible against the thick fabric of his jacket.
He needed to get them out. The whole time they had been oozing poison into Dean's system.
TBC….